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"Heaven has no right to interfere."
Yinglong's voice was not loud, but it carried the unique and decisive majesty of the Nine Heavens God of War. It was like the collision of cold iron, clearly penetrating the energy aftermath of the divine thunder and crashing into the looming golden-armored figures above.
There was a brief silence at the entrance to the abyss.
Obviously, neither the gods of thunder nor the star officials of fighting had expected that Yinglong would oppose the prince's decree so directly and forcefully, and even say such almost rebellious words as "Heaven has no right to interfere".
"Yinglong! Do you know what you're saying?!" A voice of shock and anger rang out, carrying the hum of thunder. It was the righteous god leading the Thunder Tribe this time. "Ao Guang is a designated traitor. His body and soul were destroyed because of his own fault! Now, if there are any remaining souls, they must be completely eliminated according to the law to prevent future troubles! As the God of War in Heaven, how can you sacrifice public interests for personal gain and protect this beast!"
Yinglong stood with her sword in hand, the crimson light of Fenji flowing around her, pushing back the darkness and filth from the seabed several feet. She didn't even glance at the Thunder God who had spoken, her gaze sweeping like an icy blade across the area above, sealed off by the Star Douluo Net.
"Privilege personal interests over public ones?" she repeated. Her tone was devoid of emotion, only a condescending coldness. "You, acting on the Crown Prince's private orders, trespassed into the Dragon Palace, a sacred place in the lower realm, intent on destroying the people. How dare you even talk about 'public'?"
Her left hand clenched in a hollow, invisible fist. Within the universe within her sleeve, the faint blue fragments and the Nirvana Black Armor powder were being forcibly enveloped and suppressed by her divine power. However, the final aura they emanated, belonging to Ao Guang, and the entwined Law of Nirvana, still pierced her spiritual perception like invisible spikes. This feeling disturbed her and fueled her murderous intent.
"I will report this matter to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven." Yinglong flicked his wrist, and the tip of the Fenji Sword pointed upwards. "Now, get out."
The last word "get out" was like a thunderclap, carrying with it the majestic pressure of the god of war, mixed with a trace of the tyrannical and domineering murderous spirit from the ancient dragon clan, and it spread out violently!
“Buzz!”
The Zhoutian Xingdouluo Net, laid out by the Doudi gods above, twisted and rippled violently under the impact of this shout and pressure. The starlight flickered unsteadily, as if it could collapse at any moment! Several star officials with lesser cultivation bases turned pale and groaned.
The Thunder God was both shocked and furious. He could sense the resolve in Yinglong's words, and even more so, the undisguised, terrifying aura that threatened to unleash murder at any moment. This God of War truly had murderous intent! She might have been traumatized by the incident with Ao Guang, but when she grasped the Burning Silence Sword, she was still the Nine Heavens Slaughterer who roamed the Three Realms and terrified gods and demons!
Fight head-on? Even if they joined forces, they would probably not get any benefits, let alone in the extreme East China Sea where the spiritual veins are exhausted and the environment is harsh.
"Yinglong! We will report your actions today to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven truthfully!" Lei Buzheng said this in a stern but cowardly tone, but he didn't dare to really take action after all.
The starlight net was withdrawn first, and the gods of thunder also restrained their thunder aura. Rays of golden light retreated unwillingly upwards and quickly disappeared into the darkness at the entrance of the abyss.
The feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, and the bottom of the abyss returned to silence. Only the energy that had just collided and dissipated was still slightly disturbing the stagnant water.
Yinglong did not leave immediately.
She remained standing, her sword-wielding hand slowly lowering. As the powerful enemy retreated, the repressed impact from the remnant soul fragment within her sleeve grew clearer and sharper.
It was not a confrontation at the level of strength, but a kind of... erosion of thoughts.
The chaotic fragments of memory, like ice spikes, pierced into her sea of consciousness.
It was a scene from the East China Sea Dragon Palace before its fall. The glow of the Night Pearl softly filled the corridors. The young Dragon King had dismissed his attendants, leaving them alone, the two of them. He looked at her, his eyes gleaming, but his voice tinged with a subtle nervousness: "...When the Four Seas are pacified, I will offer you the Four Seas as my betrothal gift. Are you willing..."
The image shattered, replaced by a doomsday scene of the collapse of Mount Buzhou. A flood raged. She spread her dragon wings, slicing the ground with her tail, channeling the torrent. He stood by, commanding the aquatic creatures and calming the waves. Amidst the gloom and storm, he approached her, his voice muffled by the wind and waves: "...Yinglong, wait for me..."
Finally, there was the illusion of a sunny shallow bay, white sand, swaying corals, he was wearing a black suit, holding out his hand to her, his smile warm and real... and the next moment, this illusion was completely torn apart by the sword that pierced her heart, the whispers of despair, and the desolate darkness in front of the Yao Chi!
"Well……"
Yinglong let out a stifled groan of pain, suddenly raising her hand to press against her forehead, her face pale as paper. These memories and emotions, which did not belong to her, carried Ao Guang's millennia-old madness and ultimate agony, violently assaulted her mind.
In the universe within her sleeve, the dark blue fragment seemed to sense her pain, and its flickering frequency increased slightly. The black energy of annihilation wrapped around it also twisted slightly like a living thing.
It seemed to be struggling, whimpering, and also seemed to be... mocking.
Mocking her hesitation, mocking her current situation.
Yinglong clenched his grip on the Fenji Sword fiercely, his knuckles crackling slightly from the excessive force. The crimson sword light shone again, forcibly suppressing the chaotic fragments of his thoughts.
She couldn't fall here, nor could she be affected by this remnant soul.
We must leave the East China Sea as soon as possible.
She raised her head, taking one last look at the abyss of deathly silence that had buried Ao Guang's millennia of waiting and ultimate madness. A complex, unreadable emotion filled her eyes. Then, without hesitation, a crimson light flashed around her, transforming into a sharp streak that shot skyward. In an instant, she burst out of the abyss, breaking through the still surface of the East China Sea and speeding towards the distant sky.
The target is neither heaven nor Kunlun Ruins.
It was a secret place hidden between the three realms, a place that even the Heavenly Court could not easily monitor—an abandoned ancient cave she had stumbled upon during her early travels through the prehistoric world. The laws there were chaotic, and the aura was mixed, enough to obscure any deduction or tracking of the divine secrets.
She needed time and an absolutely safe place to figure out what was going on with the remnant soul in her sleeve.
And what should she do with him?
The stream of light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the depths of the clouds.
Shortly after she left, the void above the East China Sea fluctuated slightly, and a hidden investigative divine sense belonging to the prince's confidant swept across the area silently. After confirming that Yinglong had completely left with the faint abnormal aura belonging to Ao Guang, it slowly retreated.
The storm did not end, it just turned into a deeper darkness.
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