The Golden Dragon's head was huge. It was high up in the sky, but it seemed to appear in front of everyone. All the details could be seen clearly. The scales were like mirrors, and the dragon horns were like volcanoes. It had a specific shape, but it was hard to describe. It was pure gold, but also transparent. It gave off endless light and heat, sprinkling on the ground of the Wilderness.
With the appearance of the Golden Dragon's head, the southern sky suddenly lit up and returned to its previous state. Then, in an instant, it was tens of thousands of times more light and heat than the West-Hill Divine Palace Hierarch's Divine Scepter.
The dark night in the northern sky seemed to feel the power of the new light and suddenly became stagnant.
The Golden Dragon's head slowly turned, and its two bright eyes swept over the humans on the wasteland with an ancient sense of stillness. Its expression was indifferent as it released a terrifying pressure.
There were records about dragons in the West-Hill Divine Palace's teachings, stories about dragons in the Buddhist scriptures, and legends about dragons in the human world. However, no one had ever seen a dragon with their own eyes, let alone a Giant Golden Dragon. Such a mythical creature had actually come to the human world …
The humans on the Wilderness went crazy.
Especially the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army. Seeing that darkness was about to defeat light and that Yama was about to appear, they suddenly saw the Giant Golden Dragon that represented light. They were so excited that tears streamed down their cheeks. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
More people looked at the sky in a daze, as if they had lost their minds.
The Golden Dragon's head released infinite light. Light represented warmth and love. However, light sometimes meant punishment, when people dared to look directly at the light.
In the next moment, the humans on the Wilderness cried out in pain. They covered their eyes and knelt on the ground, no longer daring to look at the sky. However, the light from the Golden Dragon's head was so tempting that some devout believers of Haotian fearlessly looked in that direction with tears streaming down their cheeks.
Under the endless light, the tears on the believers' faces evaporated instantly. The liquid in their eyes also evaporated, turning into two wisps of green smoke and disappearing without a trace. They became blind just like that.
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Because of those dreams, Ning Que had foreseen the appearance of the Golden Dragon's head. That was why he did not look up at the sky. He tore off the cloth and wrapped the big black horse's eyes. He pulled the black carriage to Sangsang's side.
Sangsang's eyes were tightly shut and her face was abnormally pale. The black smoke around her was being purified at a speed visible to the naked eye under the illumination of the golden dragon head. Her body trembled violently in the cold aura that was gradually fading away. She seemed to be in extreme pain.
The Desolate Men once again fell into despair and endless fear. How could they, the people of the mortal world, resist the divine punishment from Haotian? The Desolate fell into despair and endless fear again. How could they resist?
Tang did not look directly at the sky. The light and pressure emitted by the huge golden dragon head was not a power that could be resisted by the mortal world. However, he did not kneel because he was the last World Wayfarer of the Devil's Doctrine. He represented the spirit of the Devil's Doctrine, and what the Devil's Doctrine wanted to resist was Haotian's rule over the world.
There were also a few leaders of the Desolate who cultivated in the Devil's Doctrine's techniques. They forced themselves to stand up despite their serious injuries and looked straight at the Wilderness that was shrouded in light. They tottered but refused to kneel down.
The light from the sky grew brighter and heavier. The bodies of Tang and the leaders of the Desolate warriors cracked. It was the Desolate's hard bones fighting against Haotian's power.
Sensing that there was actually an insignificant human in the wasteland who dared to defy its majesty, the Golden Dragon's head in the sky slowly turned and indifferently looked in that direction, letting out a dragon roar.
The dragon's roar was low and deep, and when it landed on the wasteland, it was like a hurricane. In the wind, there seemed to be countless priests praying, countless knights roaring, and countless lights appearing.
The grass on the Wilderness that was drenched by the blood instantly turned black. The blood instantly evaporated into a fishy smell of steam. The few Desolate Man leaders groaned in pain and fell down one after another.
There was a crisp sound! Tang's left thigh bone was broken. He let out an angry and unwilling roar and fell backward. Even though he spat out blood, he did not kneel.
The Golden Dragon came from Haotian's Divine Kingdom. It represented Haotian's power and released Haotian's will to the mortal world. It was a miracle and a punishment. The power of its roar was irresistible.
Hundreds of thousands of people in the Wilderness knelt down to show their respect and submission.
In the West-Hill Divine Palace.
Through the countless curtains, the tall figure in the giant chariot could be seen to have knelt down. The Hierarch Lord's hand that was holding the divine staff was trembling. No one knew if it was because of fear or something else.
In another divine chariot, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had also knelt down. He looked very calm. The deep wrinkles on his face reflected the light coming through the curtains. It was as if he was smeared with gold powder.
In the blood-colored divine chariot, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu, also knelt down to show her respect to the Golden Dragon's head in the sky. She had maintained this posture since the moment the Golden Dragon's head descended to the mortal world.
Only she knew that her knees had never touched the ground. It was not until the Golden Dragon let out that roar and Haotian's power swept across the Wilderness that her knees were forced to touch the ground. Tang and several leaders of the Desolate spat out blood and fell to the ground. Her face suddenly turned pale. Blood seeped from her knees and the corner of her lips.
The Golden Dragon's head scattered infinite light onto the surface of the Wilderness. In a short period of time, it purified the dark aura around Sangsang. The rays of light that contained absolute light and heat fell directly on Sangsang's body. Countless wisps of green smoke came out of her body.
In the light, Sangsang appeared to be in extreme pain. She held her chest and coughed non-stop. What she coughed out was not blood, nor was it a cold aura. Instead, it was something black and transparent like ice.
The black transparent ice was coughed out from her lips and fell on the ground of the Wilderness. It made a heavy impact and created a deep pit before disappearing.
At this moment, the dragon's roar from the Golden Dragon's head had also reached her. The black ice was completely crushed into the tiniest gravel. Her body suddenly twisted as if it was about to break.
Ning Que had already pushed his speed to the maximum. However, it was impossible for him to be faster than the speed of light and the speed of the dragon's roar. Just as his fingers touched Sangsang's body, Haotian's power spread to his body.
With a thud, he knelt on the ground beside Sangsang. His knees hit the ground hard and seemed to shatter instantly.
The intense pain was clearly transmitted to his sense of perception. It caused his face to turn pale and he was abnormally terrified.
No one in the world could resist the roar of the Golden Dragon. In front of Haotian, he was already so weak. In that case, what was the meaning of the choices he had made all these years?
The battle between light and darkness was about to end. Sangsang was about to die. What could he do? What could he change? If he could not change anything, then why did he have those dreams? Why could he see the future and the present in his dreams?
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Ning Que put his hands on the ground and used all his strength to squat up. Then, he stomped his feet back and changed from a kneeling position to a sitting position. He stood up under the pressure of the light, his expression extremely painful.
Such a simple action almost squeezed out all his courage and strength. He reached out his trembling hands and took out a pair of glasses made of black crystal. He put it on the bridge of his nose.
His face was abnormally pale. After putting on the sunglasses, it became even paler. The sunglasses corresponded to the darkness. The world in his eyes also became very dark.
The blood and corpses in the Wilderness had already occupied most of the light and heat in the sky. At this moment, in his eyes, it became much dimmer and colder. It was even more similar to what he had seen in his dark dreams.
Ning Que raised his head and looked directly at the Golden Dragon's head in the sky. The huge Golden Dragon's head almost occupied his entire field of vision, so it was very easy to aim. Although he had sunglasses on, the light still pierced his eyes and made them unbearably painful. Unknowingly, tears flowed down his face.
The iron bow was slowly pulled, making a creaking sound. The dark iron arrow trembled slightly on the string. The sharp arrowhead faced the light from the sky and seemed a little dim, as if it was afraid.
There was no fear on Ning Que's face, only determination. He looked at the Golden Dragon's head in the black glasses and roared. He loosened the string and released the arrow, aiming directly at the Golden Dragon's right eye!
The mythical creature represented Haotian and descended to the human world. The people living in the human world either knelt on the ground to show their reverence, surrender, or remain silent like a stone. However, no one would ever think of killing it.
Because it was impossible.
But Ning Que did it.
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The white turbulence had just blossomed behind the bowstring when it was purified into nothingness by the infinite light that descended from the sky. However, the iron arrow had already left the bowstring. In a split second, it had already reached a very high place in the sky.
At this moment, everyone in the Wilderness was kneeling on the ground. No one dared to look directly at the sky or the Golden Dragon's head in the sky. So no one saw this scene that had rarely happened in thousands of years.
The Golden Dragon's head was extremely high up in the sky. In the human world, other than Liu Bai's sword, probably only Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows could touch its territory.
The dark iron arrow turned into an extremely thin black shadow in the thousands of rays of light. It accurately hit the Golden Dragon's left eye and was instantly purified by the light.
If the Giant Golden Dragon's eyes were like a calm lake, then the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, which made the cultivation world tremble, were like a thin piece of ice thrown into a lake. They disappeared instantly and did not cause any ripples at all.
Ning Que was not surprised by the result of this arrow. However, the word "despair" did not exist in his dictionary. He would not give up until the very end. Since he was going to die, he would not be satisfied if he did not shoot this arrow.
The Giant Golden Dragon looked down at the ground of the Wilderness and at Ning Que, who was holding the bow. A hint of mockery and contempt appeared in its huge lake of light eyes. Then, it returned to absolute indifference and exhaled a dragon's breath.
The dragon's head exhaled, and the golden light condensed into billions of grains of sand that fell on the Wilderness like a river of sand. However, every grain of sand was absolutely transparent and contained infinite power!
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