Chapter 366: Twin Calamity Arises

The bronze dragon bone of the Star Chariot trembles within the Dimensional Crevice, and the Celestial Sphere formed of three hundred and sixty dragon scales suddenly erupts with dazzling starfire. Ao Li presses the humming Abyss Return Ruler at her waist, the blue dragon‑horn light reflecting the black meridians spreading across the Observation Window—those Primordial Chaos Qi are crawling along the Star Chariot's patterns like parasitic vines gnawing the navigation system.

"The Celestial Sphere's seventh quadrant is off‑target." Lín Jìn slides his fingertip across the Star Chart sand table; the sand coalesces in his cut palm into a blood‑colored dragon seal, "We are falling toward the third layer of Gui Xu... the Sea of Afterlife."

Ao Li's dragon tail sweeps across the bronze deck, the scales clashing with the corrosive slime of the Star Chariot emitting a quenching sound. She sees the rudder entwined with a translucent umbilical substance, its pulsating tissue surface bearing golden runes—indeed the "Nine‑Turn Reviving Curse" unique to the holy remains of the Dragon Clan.

"It's not contamination." She suddenly snaps a segment of the umbilical cord, golden blood gushing from the cut, "the holy remains are actively secreting gestating spirit essence."

As if confirming her judgment, a thud of a bronze coffin echoes from deep within the Star Chariot. The holy remains of the Dragon Clan loaded seventy‑two hours ago are awakening, the coffin's surface displaying a uterine blood totem, golden‑red filaments piercing the cabin, weaving a massive placental network in deep space.

Lín Jìn's Vermilion Bird Silk moves without wind, crimson flame illuminating the starburst afterimage in his eyes: "The Old God Remnant is passing through the holy remains... recombining?"

The moment the Abyss Return Ruler leaves its sheath, the Star Chariot's internal spacetime begins to flow backward. Ao Li, in the reversed time, witnesses a shocking truth: those golden filaments threading the cabin are actually capturing the dispersed spirit of the Old God in deep space. Countless stardust particles are woven into an amnion, and the holy remains are turning themselves into an umbilical cord that nurtures a new god.

"We have become the midwife's carriage." Ao Li inserts the Abyss Return Ruler into the Star Chariot's core, thirteen engraved lines projecting a terrifying scene— the spine of the Old God Remnant has become a Ring Mountain range, jagged ribs interlaced into a cage, and at the center of the skeletal cage floats an embryo woven from pure light and black flame.

Lín Jìn suddenly hums low and kneels, a miniature starburst appearing in his right iris: "The remains are birthing... but the Old God's death Causal Chain should..." His words are shattered by fetal sounds; the wailing pierces twelvefold dimensions, shaking the bronze deck of the Star Chariot until it cracks like a spider web.

Ao Li's left hand begins to crystallize, vascular patterns of a birthing jade basin surfacing under her skin. Simultaneously, the bronze markings of the Abyss Return Ruler spread along the vein of her right arm— the two divine artifacts wage a rule‑of‑law contest within her body, dragon scales peeling off piece by piece in the energy clash.

"Hold!" Lín Jìn flings the Vermilion Bird Silk to coil around her waist. A deafening roar of tearing membrane comes from outside the Star Chariot, the Abyss fissure spewing amniotic fluid that wraps star remains. Ao Li cleaves a channel through the dimensional torrent, seeing the embryo's surface open ninety‑six thousand pupils, each eye reflecting the end of a different spacetime.

"Abyss obeys!" The ruler's blade blue light freezes turbulence for ten thousand miles; Ao Li steps on solidified starlight, leaping toward the embryo. The jade basin pattern blooms in her palm into thirty‑six varieties of white‑jade peonies; when her fingertip touches the pulsating amnion, two divine edicts explode on the spirit platform:

"Hold the ruler, sever causality—"

"Lift the basin, bear karmic force—"

The amnion suddenly becomes transparent like glass. Ao Li's dragon eyes contract violently—the embryo curls twin offspring. A silver‑haired infant grips a stellar hourglass, galaxies being born and dying within the flowing sand; a black‑haired infant cradles a withered universe, decaying nebula dripping slime from its fingertips. Their umbilical cords entwine into a Möbius Strip, forging the causality of creation and destruction into an eternal prison.

Lín Jìn's Vermilion Bird Silk ignites infernal fire, the flames lighting the cracked lines on the amnion: "Cut or deliver?" His voice trembles unusually, "The holy remains' transformed umbilical cord is siphoning the Star Chariot's energy, we only have..."

Ao Li's dragon horn pierces her forehead, golden blood dripping into the jade basin to awaken the dormant Primordial Chaos Green Lotus. She lays the Abyss Return Ruler across the lotus heart, the bronze engravings beginning to grow backward: "All heavens as mother, all laws share a womb. Today we are both midwife and executioner..." The lotus platform suddenly erupts with chaotic light, swallowing her trailing sound. When the glow fades, Lín Jìn sees her left eye turned into a bronze Celestial Sphere, her right eye into a white‑jade Rebirth Wheel.

The Star Chariot shatters amid violent shaking. Ao Li clutches the jade basin and leaps into the embryo's core, the Abyss Return Ruler behind her drawing a brilliant scar across the Xīnhé. Countless dragon souls awaken from the holy remains, forming a ring to protect the disintegrating amnion. When the last bronze rivet turns to dust, the Sea of Afterlife raises twin‑colored pillars of light— a pure‑light jade lotus lifts the newborn's cry, while the shadow of the ruler drifting in black flame steadies the aftershocks of annihilation.

Lín Jìn catches the baby falling from the sky. The little one's left eye opens, the Xīnhé reverses; the right eye barely opens, Gui Xu boils, a double‑snake tail‑biting mark on its forehead glows ominous blood. "The Creator God liking to pull hair is not a good habit," he smiles wryly as he wipes the infant's forehead slime, only to find the fluid corroding the Vermilion Bird Silk.

Ao Li's dragon tail coils around half a umbilical cord, vascular patterns writhing beneath her scales: "This is not the end..." She gazes at the Abyss candlelight flickering light‑years away, "When we deliver the deity, our counterpart in another dimension wields the ruler to slay the god."

As if answering her words, the newborn suddenly emits a silver‑bell laugh. In its tiny hand, stardust coalesces into a Rebirth Wheel coiled by twin dragons—the pattern matches exactly the Reincarnation seal deep within Lín Jìn's pupil.