Capítulo 1029: Chapter 997: Evil Dragon Miss Awakens
Xia Feng caught the silver sphere.
But the mont the sphere touched his hand, it felt illusory, as if he had grasped a phantom entity. Simultaneously, the sphere rapidly split into hundreds of thousands of images to the left and right.
Xia Feng was montarily unable to differentiate which was the true Dubhe Five.
Beside him, the Empress raised her hand to press Xia Feng’s arm, and instantly, a divine power seed to flow from his forearm into his palm.
The countless phantom images of the silver sphere suddenly coalesced, and Xia Feng gripped it firmly.
[Dubhe Five · Non-Er]
Chant—!
Simultaneously, the gray sky over the Sealed Land seed to suddenly sink a hundred ters, the air around pressed to the point of suffocation.
Xia Feng’s entire soul began to tremble uncontrollably. He suddenly raised his head.
He saw the towering dark giant tower suddenly flatten into a sheet of paper, from which a woman in a phoenix skirt tore open a gap in the center and stepped out slowly.
With each step she took, a magnificent gold step ford beneath her snow-white feet, layer by layer ascending towards the sky.
Second step, third step… The divine skirt decorated with fiery phoenix flew, a vermillion circle of ropes bound her hair’s end, while the softly falling hair ignited into phoenix-colored holy flas. Her captivating fox-like rose eyes twirled into a holy gold cross, and she stepped forward—a fourth step.
The Goddess ascends the steps, the heavens and earth bestow position.
As the fifth step fell, branching golden divine lines extended from her eyes, converging toward her brow.
“Buzz—! Buzz—!!”
Golden waves of holy light spread layer upon layer. Far beside the Emperor’s Throne, Xia Feng was forced to step back half a step by the shock. The mighty divine pressure caused his knees to creak, but he held firm and did not kneel.
However, as the woman in the phoenix skirt took the sixth step, her foxy, subtly awe-inspiring cross-shaped pupils gazed upon Xia Feng.
Xia Feng’s pupils contracted sharply; the desire to kneel, crawl, and offer praise and admiration to the woman reached its peak.
Thump, thump—a sound like the drums of a heart echoed heavily within his soul. anwhile, Xia Feng felt the blood flow in his veins quicken, vaguely accompanied by the ascension of a dragon’s chant. His mind abruptly cleared, coldly watching the woman in the phoenix skirt.
The woman’s lips curled with a lazy smirk as she took the seventh step: “Your Majesty, the ti you can protect those ants is running out.”
“Hmm?” The Empress leaned back, “Is that so.”
The Empress’ splendid skirt revealed long legs crossed, her head supported on her hand as she quietly watched Hua God, showing no urgency.
Seeing the Empress’s attitude, Hua God was sowhat surprised. She really couldn’t believe that a re Pale Dragon Descendant, only two thousand years old, could have any ans.
Unless the Empress could summon the existence at the end of the bloodline,
But alas, that existence has been in slumber within the Sealed Land for an untold number of years. Even if awakened, its supre will cannot descend upon the Three Realms to provide its followers or bloodline dragon descendants any protection.
Although the Guihua Disaster Contract was only two-thirds dissolved and not entirely shattered, as long as she reclaims the divine position and deals with the Empress, humans bearing the surna Xia will remain her possessions, subject to eternal tornt by her!
The woman in the phoenix skirt stepped onto the eighth step, holy crosses in her eyes dispersing light streams, converging abruptly at her brow through golden lines at the corners, forming a true holy gold cross, divine and majestic.
Buzz—! Waves of divine gold repel open, laws vibrating.
Her foxy rose eyes overlook, yet what puzzled her was, upon attaining true divinity, everything here should naturally praise her na as if living entities bow to her.
But none of this happened; the celestial phenona after her ascension were very quiet, almost as if in awe and reverence of… another entity.
A thought flashed through, and she raised her head as if sensing sothing—a vast, ethereal sound resonated from a distant place.
That was… Summoning!
The summoning sound from the Summoning Spirit Tree was being attracted by an existence about to awaken, transmitted along a spatial pathway to here.
But… who is going to awaken here?
Her rose eyes narrowed slightly, an intense sense of foreboding creeping into her heart as she raised her head violently.
Bang—
The scene of the Apocalypse Temple shattered like a mirror, revealing the true aspect of this place.
In the center of boundless flowers, the grand World Tree stood equal to the sky; at the tree’s center, an ivory dragon remains stood high, the Emperor’s Throne at the base entwined with unextinguishable gray fire.
Upon the throne, the woman in the emperor’s skirt still leaned her head elegantly, without losing authority.
However, beside the woman in the emperor’s skirt sat another woman with similarly stunning beauty clad in a star skirt—the only difference was the delicate pale dragon scales adorning the corners of her eyes.
The woman in the star skirt had her long eyes lowered as if in sleep.
“…..”
At the sight of this scene, Hua’s mind buzzed for a mont, her rose eyes imperceptibly widened.
Yet, before she could react, the man who stood respectfully beside the Divine Throne suddenly turned and thrust the silver sphere into the throne’s center.
Crack—like thunder exploding into countless charges, countless twisted light waves spread instantly from the throne’s center, freezing Xia Feng and the woman in the emperor’s skirt as if ti-stopped, unable to move.
And as each wave expanded, the ti-stopped range extended.
“!!!” Her mind buzzed for a second ti, her widened rose eyes contracting rapidly, Pale?!
Pale and Abyss were entities feared by all gods—whether from the Star Realm or the Evil Realm.
And these two supre Dragon Gods, their humanoid appearances equally mysterious, were not seen by anyone in their human forms.
Not even the Heavenly Gods of the Twelve Star Palaces were exceptions.
Guihua had actually dealt with Pale many tis, or rather, used her ‘ill-fated’ authority to bring nurous troubles to Pale, even once being hunted down by Pale, narrowly escaping death.
Though that was long ago, even while pursued, she had never seen Pale in human form.
But the layout here, World Tree, Pale Divine Flas, Pale Divine Throne… all unmistakably indicating this is the Sealed Land!
That star-skirted woman asleep on the throne is the true Pale herself! In human form!
Tianwu Empress… Pale Dragon God… why do they look identical…
A million thoughts in an instant, Hua’s expression stiffened, yet there was no ti to think further. She lifted her foot backward, aiming to retreat through the space-ti channel to escape—Buzz!!
Her retreating movent froze,
Twisted light waves spread, the ti-stopped range already instantly expanded, enveloping the woman in the phoenix skirt completely, continuing to extend throughout the Sealed Land.
Not half a second later, the Sealed Land fell utterly silent. Flowers, flas, people, World Tree, even the laws of the universe, were entirely frozen.
Only behind the throne, within the World Tree, eighteen dark chains vaguely linked with the throne, gray mist pervasive around the woman in the star skirt.
Bang—within the silent world, one chain was surrounded by a delicate silver light, then crisply shattered.
Simultaneously, as the summoning sound reached her ears, the woman in the star skirt gently trembled her quiet, drooping eyelids.
As the second chain shattered, her seductive and dignified vertical pupils flung open, pale as an abyss.
Those supre divine eyes quietly gazed upon the woman in the phoenix skirt.
Bang—the third chain shattered.
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