Chapter 322: The Double Dragons Reappear
When the Divine Eye faced the devastating attack from the two dragons, Zhulong and Yinglong, the geometric shape in its single eye suddenly distorted, and the entire pupil actually squirmed like a living thing.

Accompanied by a low and distant hum, the void around the divine eye suddenly became transparent, as if the true form of the entire space had been stripped of its disguise.

Then, a faint blue light emerged from the depths of the single eye.

The light spread to the surrounding void like a trickle, and wherever it touched the space, an indescribable fluctuation occurred.

These fluctuations are slow but profound, as if each ups and downs carry some power to change the rules.

Suddenly, the dark blue light seemed to be pulled into silk threads, quickly weaving into a huge three-dimensional structure around the divine eye.

The structure is extremely complex, and its appearance is like a multi-layered spiral tower.

The surface of each layer is engraved with fine runes. The runes are not arranged in straight lines, but flow along spiral curves.

As the spiral tower took shape, extremely strange phenomena appeared on the ground.

Every piece of debris, every rock, even the flames and thunder in the air, seemed to be awakened by some force and began to rapidly gather towards the spiral tower.

When these substances approached the spiral tower, they suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air, and then were decomposed into the most basic particles and merged into the runes on the surface of the spiral tower.

The runes began to flicker, and with every flicker, the scene of the entire battlefield would be slightly misaligned.

It was as if the layers of time and space were forcibly torn apart, and the mountains and sky in the distance appeared to be near and far away, distorted into completely unrecognizable shapes.

At the same time, in the center of the spiral tower, a point of pure light slowly rose.

The light was only the size of a grain of sand at first, but it exuded an incomparable sense of oppression.

The space around the light began to collapse, but this collapse was not a contraction in the conventional sense. Instead, the concept of the entire space was deprived.

The collapsed area is invisible and cannot be perceived, as if it had never existed.

As the light gradually grew larger, the speed of the spiral tower’s rotation also increased.

With each rotation, a low roar would be heard from inside the tower. This sound was not heard by the ears, but directly shook the soul.

At this moment, the scorching flames and violent thunder of Zhulong and Yinglong were gradually approaching.

However, the expansion of the light seemed to ignore the pressure from the two major attacks.

When the shock wave of fire and the blast wave of thunder were about to touch the spiral tower, the light inside the tower suddenly shook.

That point of light burst into countless tiny threads of light.

The light threads seemed weak, but the moment they came into contact with the flames and thunder, they decomposed them into invisible particles.

Not only that, these particles did not dissipate, but were guided by the light threads and reintegrated into the runes of the spiral tower.

The rune’s light became brighter and brighter, and star-like textures began to appear on its surface.

These textures connect to form a net, wrapping the entire spiral tower.

Finally, the light that had expanded to its limit suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment, and then, the light suddenly exploded.

But this explosion was not a shock wave spreading outward, but a silent contraction.

All light, matter, energy, and even the destructive power of Zhulong and Yinglong were instantly pulled into the center of the tower and transformed into a featureless nothingness.

In the void, the shape of the spiral tower gradually disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Only the divine eye remained suspended, and the one eye returned to the deep darkness again.

On the battlefield, there was only a silent blank. All rules were broken and the world seemed to be trapped in an unfinished outline.

Zhulong faced the nothingness that swallowed everything without a trace of panic.

The huge body slowly raised up, and a deep red light flowed between the scales. The light was as hot as magma, but it carried an ancient and profound rhythm.

As the light leaped, complex lines appeared on Zhulong’s body, as if these lines had never appeared on its body before.

The emergence of each line is accompanied by a low roar.

The sound did not come from the battlefield, but vibrated directly in the space, as if it came from a resonance deep in time.

Zhulong closed his eyes, but a vertical line slowly opened up in the center of his forehead, with a dim light shining through the line.

The light was not blinding, but it made people feel awe and oppression involuntarily, as if their souls would be ripped away if they looked at it.

The space around the light began to undulate, just like ripples on the water.

But the spread of the ripples followed an abnormal pattern, as if each layer of fluctuation contained some law of the universe.

Then, Zhulong’s huge body suddenly swirled up, and its movement brought with it the power of a gale. Every scale was engulfed by the storm, making a shrill hissing sound.

As it circled, the sky above suddenly darkened, and a long and narrow crack slowly opened up in the void.

The crack was not an ordinary fragmentation of space. The edges appeared to be in a melted state. The surrounding colors were quickly drawn away when approaching the crack, turning into a grayish-white shadow.

A dark chaos gradually emerged from the depths of the crack. The chaos was not empty, but was filled with an indescribable texture, as if some unknowable existence was hidden inside.

Zhulong’s circling speed increased, and finally turned into a huge whirlwind, rushing straight towards the crack.

At this moment, some power in the chaos seemed to be activated, and countless tiny sparks burst out from the cracks. Each spark emitted an extremely high temperature. At the same time, their trajectories seemed to be guided by some irresistible force, and they all converged towards Zhulong’s body.

When the last spark merged into its scales, Zhulong suddenly stopped in mid-air.

All the lines on its body reflected the chaos within the cracks, and eventually turned into a dazzling halo that enveloped the entire battlefield.

The halo is not static, but slowly rotates with Zhulong as the center.

Every time the edge of the halo passes a point, that space will be instantly burned up, leaving only nothingness.

The dim light in the vertical lines on Zhulong’s forehead finally burst into a silent cry.

As if using its will to awaken some ancient rules, the halo’s rotation speed suddenly increased. With every rotation, time and space on the battlefield would briefly stagnate.

The remaining dust and rocks on the ground were pulled by an invisible force, gathering towards Zhulong and eventually disappearing at the edge of the halo. In the space covered by this halo, all the rules seemed to be forcibly reset.

The flow of time turned into discontinuous fragments, the stability of space was completely overturned, and even the nothingness released by the Divine Eye began to fluctuate, as if it could not withstand the confrontation of such power.

Yinglong was suspended at the other end of the battlefield, and a golden and blue glow emanated from between its scales.

Thunder swirled around it, forming a vortex of electric current. In the center of the vortex, Yinglong’s eyes were burning with a strong fighting spirit.

When the spiral tower power released by the Divine Eye eroded the battlefield, Yinglong let out a low roar, and with this roar, the entire sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds rolled like a boiling deep sea, and loud thunder exploded in the sky from time to time.

This thunder was not ordinary lightning, but a complex network. With every flash, distorted lines would appear in the sky, as if the space was directly torn apart by the power of thunder.

Immediately afterwards, Yinglong suddenly rushed out, and a violent golden-blue energy surged out.

The impact of energy swept across the world, but this was just the beginning.

The energy did not spread outward, but quickly gathered along an invisible trajectory, and finally condensed around Yinglong’s body, turning into a huge vortex of thunder.

The vortex continued to rotate with Yinglong as its center, and countless tiny lightning runes gradually appeared on its edge.

These runes flashed with a light that was too bright to look directly at, and they were constantly alternating and reorganizing to form mysterious pictures.

Each rune seems to contain some ancient rules, which makes people feel daunting.

The vortex’s rotation speed suddenly increased, and the entire sky changed accordingly.

The dark clouds began to compress inward in a spiral shape with the vortex as the core.

The air between heaven and earth became heavier, and the roar of thunder gradually turned into a high-frequency vibration, directly affecting the depths of the soul.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden-blue beam of light burst out from the center of the vortex, reaching straight into the sky. The surrounding space shattered the moment it came into contact with the light, revealing a strange void.

The void was filled with tiny flashes of lightning, each of which seemed to carry the essence of thunder. They intertwined with each other to form a giant thunder net covering the sky and the earth.

When the giant net took shape, a dazzling light flashed in Yinglong’s eyes at the same time.

As it flapped its wings suddenly, the huge thunder net fell suddenly, pressing hard on the God’s Eye and the power of nothingness that was devouring everything.

The giant net did not fall directly, but kept splitting and reorganizing in the air. Every bit of lightning that split out resonated with Zhulong’s halo.

Lightning and flames intertwined, and a layer of deep red flame electricity burned at the edge of the giant net, as if Zhulong’s power was also guided into Yinglong’s thunder.

As the giant net suppressed it, the power of the endless void began to fluctuate. Countless cracks appeared on the edge of the void, and the light that shone through the cracks was exactly the same as the light of the thunder rune.

Finally, the giant thunder net slammed hard into the center of nothingness, causing a silent shock.

The entire battlefield was instantly covered by a blend of light and lightning, and both the sky and the earth were illuminated with incredible brightness.

The void began to collapse, the power of the God’s Eye was gradually eroded, and even the afterimage of the spiral tower disappeared without a trace under the destructive power of thunder.

Facing the combined force of Zhulong and Yinglong, the dark pupil in the Divine Eye trembled slightly, and then the atmosphere of the entire battlefield suddenly changed.

The earth stopped shaking; the thunder and roar of fire in the sky seemed to be instantly taken away, leaving only an eerie silence.

Deep within the single eye, layers of crimson and azure light slowly spread out, as if some ancient mark was being revealed layer by layer.

As each circle of light spread to the battlefield, the space seemed to be cut into countless tiny fragments, like a broken mirror, revealing endless faint light.

These fragments are not static, but are rearranged and pieced together at a strange speed, forming a vision never seen before.

When these fragments were combined, the entire battlefield was actually divided into separate spatial areas, and each area seemed to have its own time flow and rules.

Zhulong’s halo and Yinglong’s giant thunder net were forcibly separated and could no longer form a combined force.

The rune of thunder floated in the air, as if suspended in an invisible net; and every rotation of the halo seemed to be infinitely delayed, and every inch of movement seemed extremely difficult.

At the same time, extremely strange changes occurred in the space around the Divine Eye.

The originally split mirror fragments began to converge towards it at an extremely fast speed, forming a completely symmetrical cube.

The surface of the cube exudes a strange luster, as if it has integrated all the elements of the entire battlefield. It is covered with unfathomable and complex runes, and every line carries a terrifying sense of oppression.

The cube began to rotate slowly, and with every rotation, the space of the battlefield emitted a low humming sound.

This hum does not come from sound, but directly acts on the depths of the soul, making all living beings feel an irresistible pressure.

As the rotation speed increased, countless tiny light spots gradually emerged inside the cube. These light spots looked like stars, or like countless tiny symbols, each of which was moving in an irregular trajectory.

Finally, all the light spots converged towards the center of the cube, forming a beam of light that could not be looked directly at.

The beam of light is not pure energy, but contains some indescribable power of rules.

It did not spread outward, but began to distort the surrounding space with itself as the center, pulling all the space fragments divided by the cube back to the center.

Under the guidance of the light column, those frozen thunder runes and flame tracks began to disintegrate, turning into the most primitive particles and merging into the interior of the cube.

Every time a particle enters the cube, it causes a slight tremor, as if the rules of the entire battlefield are being gradually extracted and swallowed up.

Just as the power of the light column reached its peak, the entire cube suddenly stopped rotating. In an instant, an indescribable black and white light burst out from the top of the light column.

This light spread in all directions at a speed that could not be described in words. Wherever it passed, the space was not destroyed but completely disappeared, and even the concepts were erased.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in this glory, time and space completely collapsed, and all power and rules were reduced to nothingness in an instant.

However, in the depths of this nothingness, a faint but extremely firm light suddenly flashed.

The light exudes an ancient yet fresh breath, like a newborn star, and like the source of all things.

It expanded rapidly, turning into gentle ripples that dispelled the endless nothingness around it.

In the center of the ripples, the figures of Zhulong and Yinglong slowly appeared.

The scales on Zhulong’s body are flowing with golden and red lines, and each line contains eternal vitality like flame.

Yinglong’s body was completely enveloped by the light of thunder, and lightning intertwined into a magnificent suit of armor.

(End of this chapter)