The encircling tendrils of flesh instantly turned frenzied and savage. Bloodthirsty maws gaped wide, grotesque beyond compare, bizarre and terrifying. They filled this twilight-hued world with a forest of teeth and writhing flesh as far as the eye could see.
"I am, indeed, Time."
A cold whisper drifted from the twilight shadow. The pulsating twilight orb shone with ancient and Divine hues, tinged with a deep crimson.
The dragon wings, woven from light and shadow, kindled a faint, dusky yellow flame.
The fleshy tendrils that rushed upward bathed in the light. Where the light shone, they unraveled into chaotic strings, their inner flesh dissipating into an unknown shadowy color, which was then ignited by the twilight fire.
That pulsating twilight shadow gradually became distinct, revealing a suit of obsidian Dragon Scale armor. It reflected mottled starlight, like a magnificent night sky adorned with countless sparkling stars. Twelve ancient, intricate golden Runes swirled around it, exuding nobility, elegance, and brilliance!
He was primarily humanoid, with a ferocious dragon’s head. Each side of his head boasted six eyes, which condensed primal, ancient golden Runes, igniting an arcane golden flame brimming with supreme majesty.
The wings, molded by Twilight Light, bore golden patterns that spread ceaselessly. They gave rise to an intricate, fiery circular track behind him, like a grand, anciently crafted clock, from which twelve Crown Wheels emerged.
The wings spread wide, interweaving light and shadow. A radiant golden beam surged upward, piercing the skies like a pillar. It broke through the Great Nether River’s blockade, connected to the River of Time, and summoned ancient entities.
On each Crown Wheel, the phantom of an indescribable deity formed, joyfully attending the feast!
The Golden Feast, attendees gathering from all directions!
In the White Tower, countless members of the Alien Races gaped in astonishment. They were rendered speechless, engulfed in a deathly silence.
The Magic Mirror in Innos’s hand fell to the ground unnoticed. He gazed at the wings of Twilight Light and the twelve forbidden, ancient phantoms encircling them, a tingling sensation creeping up his scalp as he murmured, How could he summon the River of Time while on the Nether River? This taboo figure... he must be a great personage from the ancient past! Whose alternate identity is this?!
Prince Morgan’s expression twitched. He disregarded the sting of having lost face, his usually elegant and cold demeanor now etched with disbelief.
Wasn’t he supposed to be an insignificant nobody? How could he summon the River of Time? His purpose in the Nether River... surely it can’t be the same as ours! Could it be... he’s a subordinate of the Dusk Mother Goddess?!
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The Blood Race loli set down her silver spoon, her deep crimson eyes gazing in awe at the tall, upright figure in the vision.
She licked her lips, her pink lips pressing together as if holding a crystalline cherry blossom petal.
I so want to put him in a fairy tale, have him play the King of the Fairy Tale Kingdom. That would surely be interesting...
The expression of the Radiant Moon-level Werewolf leader subtly shifted. He and his pack stared with wide eyes, utterly overwhelmed by the sight.
This King of Black Robes is unexpectedly a deeply concealed supreme power! To summon the River of Time in the strictly regulated Nether River using his own Mighty Power, and even call for aid from twelve Time Dominators—is this his trump card for venturing into the Nether River?
"Damn it! I knew this would happen!"
Zhang Yi couldn’t help but curse. He knew the King of Black Robes had trump cards, especially after scheming against two Evil Gods and thwarting the Desire Mother Goddess’s plots.
But he’d never imagined the King of Black Robes could summon the River of Time in the Nether River using his own Mighty Power, let alone gain support from twelve Ancient Gods dwelling within the river through some special method! Or perhaps... this was all backed by the twelve Ancient Gods, who had infiltrated the Nether River to orchestrate some earth-shattering plan!
"The Federation has underestimated the King of Black Robes—greatly underestimated him! He’s absolutely the reincarnated remnant of some ancient god or demon, reappearing in the world after revival!"
Han Bufan trembled all over. He was disquieted by the thought of such a terrifying figure appearing frequently in neighboring cities. I must report this to the Supreme Council... No, I need to call the governor!
"I second that. I’ve recorded this scene and will upload it to the database to urge the Federation to make a swift decision."
Luo Zhen took a deep breath, calming his frightened pet squirrel. Even through the screen, the oppressive aura of the figure in Dusk Dragon Armor billowed toward him, leaving a lingering fear in his heart.
He immediately felt that the previous King of Black Robes was but child’s play compared to this. He hadn’t even released a fraction of his Mighty Power then. Now, his true form was exposed, deeply connected with the River of Time—a terrifying existence approaching the level of gods and demons!
An incredible surge of energy erupted, and a stunning figure burst forth, her dark green, silk-like hair billowing softly.
Mu Yun looked toward the mass of Twilight Light, her eyes—like green tea seen through mist—shining brightly as she bit her lip.
The twelve Dragons of the End each wield a portion of authority. They converge to form the [World Destruction] sequence, summon the Ancient Holy City, cleanse the entire universe, and rebuild all order. And among the twelve dragons, three are the noblest. One of these is the Dragon of Time, master of the past, present, and future.
Should I make contact with ’him’?
Mu Yun pondered, glancing at the center of the energy-surging battlefield. If we meet, he might eat me, she muttered to herself.
After all... Mu Yun rubbed her growling stomach. Her abdomen was flat, smooth, and firm, with elegant, defined abs. So hungry...