"Yo, finally you show up. I thought you were not planning to come back after meeting up with that old flame for a chat."

"...Brother Molong, your statement is a bit off." Kongming turned slightly embarrassed to look at the baby dragon that had just landed back on his shoulder. "I rushed back right after handling it as soon as possible."

"Tsk, should I not be allowed to complain a bit when I'm being used as a tool by you?" Molong showed no remorse at all, confidently stating, "Compared to that, the one in the sky ... a god?"

Abyssal Molong is also of The Realm level, feeling a more subtle pressure from the deities. Although the illusory figure in the sky at the moment does not exert the intimidating presence of a true god, the feeling it gives off is clearly of a different level.

"What about the Silver War Maiden?"

Unlike Molong, Xiang Ling was more concerned about Tiran's safety at the moment. After all, she was at the center of the explosion, and even her bug-like Dao laws did not guarantee surviving in it.

"His Highness Tiran? She should be fine for now... Look, isn't she coming out?"

Following Kongming's finger pointing towards the center of the explosion, a clear dragon roar echoed with imposing momentum from the bottom of the crater. Subsequently, a pale giant dragon soared into the sky, with its wine-red pupils dyed golden by magic, carrying the silver-haired girl on its back as they charged towards the illusory figure in the sky.

"Could that be..." Xingjian hesitated for a moment, recalling having seen this posture in ancient western texts.

"Dragon Knight." Kongming raised his hand to scratch the belly of the baby dragon on his shoulder. "What do you think, Brother Molong?"

"Hmph! Clearly, being a Dragon and yet still bowing as a mount, it's truly pitiful to see one of our Main Dimension kin stoop so low." The baby dragon grumpily swiped its paws.

"Your posture doesn't match with what you're saying..." Kongming was both amused and exasperated.

"Tch! Boring!" Molong grumbled twice, unable to retort, so he changed the subject, "Won't those two kids going up there just be a wasted effort?"

"They probably want to test the extent of their own abilities? Don't underestimate the former strongest combat unit in the Main Dimension, Brother Molong."

Kongming's words perfectly summed up Princess Tiran's current thoughts.

"I'm a bit anxious, Miss Tiran. Wouldn't charging up like that be too risky? Even if it's just a divine soul, that's still half a god!" Aya, who had returned to her original form, was feeling uneasy. Although her stance as she flew into the sky looked cool, being taken out in one move would be quite embarrassing.

"Tsk, didn't we just take a hit a while ago? If we do it again, we'll be fine, right? Trust me, you just focus on being a mount and cheerleader!"

Princess Tiran was overflowing with confidence at this moment. When the shadow of Minglin's spiritual incarnation separated from Aya's body not long ago, she felt as if she had crossed a boundary that had seemed impossible to touch before, as if being divinely assisted.

It was a law exclusive to her, beyond the basic laws that govern time and space.

Although the time was short, just a brief moment, the fact that her law had shattered Minglin's dividing Yin-Yang great immortal technique, turning all matter into the essence of Yin and Yang, made Princess Tiran cry with emotion, finally able to show off after being suppressed for so long!

Recalling the feeling just now, it would be good to do it again, it's not like that lingering celestial spirit of Minglin is a true god anyway. This is a perfect opportunity to see how far the strength of the Dragon Rider, who has re-emerged after ten thousand years, can be enhanced.

Hum—

Under the bond of the Dragon Rider contract, the hearts of the man and the dragon were connected. When they were still a distance away from Minglin in the sky, deep and dark black rifts had already appeared around Minglin, locking the space where she was located.

If it were a true deity or just an ordinary being from The Realm or Holy Rank, such control skills probably wouldn't be of much use. But Minglin... No, Tiran even doubted whether the ethereal figure floating before him still retained the consciousness of that girl, or if it was simply a phantom born out of her underlying resentment.

At least, the celestial spirit currently only seemed to display a crude application of Yin-Yang celestial arts out of pure instinct.

"Hehehe... Watch this, [Ruin of Rites and Music·Roar of Abyssal Dragon]!"

Covering one eye with his left hand, the princess shouted out a move that Aya had never heard of before.

"Um... What's that?" Aya, who was hovering in mid-air flapping her wings to maintain balance, was dumbfounded. It's one thing to have a bit of chuunibyo in the naming of the move, but nothing happened when you shouted it out like that.

The celestial spirit's figure above remained unharmed, acting like nothing had occurred.

"Wait, could it be that my posture was wrong? That shouldn't be, right?" The princess, dumbfounded by her own mistake, couldn't summon the inspiration she had in that moment on the ground.

Meanwhile, the somewhat dazed celestial spirit also noticed the two hostile individuals below her. In that split second when she was stared down by their icy gazes, Aya shuddered and immediately twisted sideways, transforming back into her human form, wrapping her arms around Tiran as they descended, releasing a layer of frost barrier above her head as she did so.

"Aya, above!"

Tiran also noticed the movement of the celestial spirit's figure and in the next moment, the Yin and Yang energies gathered. Minglin's "Dao" was based on the concept of Yin and Yang, where all things were constructed from these two energies. She could turn everything into Yin and Yang and utilize the Yin and Yang energies to create devastating attacks.

The exceedingly pure and strong Yang energy condensed into bursting flames that descended from the sky, instantly turning the sky of Lijing into a fiery red color, with the incandescent core containing terrifying energy fluctuations.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, just managed to save Aya and now I'm about to crash and burn here!

Seeing the flames of the end of the world descending from above, aiming at themselves and Aya, Tiran too began to panic a bit. How conceited and careless he was!

"It's possible."

In his mind, the golden emblem symbolizing the Dragon Rider contract echoed with Aya's voice.

"Huh?" Tiran subconsciously glanced at Aya, who he was holding in his arms. He met her golden eyes, infused with the magical power of the Dragon.

"That rule just now seemed to require the two of us--"

With the bond formed after the contract, there was no need for further words. Each of them extended a hand, and the unique rule power that belonged to their contract and soul gradually became clear.

At the moment their hands overlapped, an invisible ripple collided and spread towards the sky where the heavenly fire was falling. The flames, brimming with a sense of destruction, began to disperse upon contact with the ripple, as if being extinguished by an unseen hand.

[Vibration], this seemed to be the rule born from their dual existence with Aya.

"It really works!" Aya was slightly surprised, as the two brief interventions just now, one involving spatial rules and the other her exclusive rule, both indicated that she had truly crossed the threshold into the Holy Rank.

Mom and Dad, your son has made it TAT.

"Don't slack off! It's not over yet!"

But the happiness didn't last long. While the shockwave released by the two of them had a high vibration frequency that caused a partial annihilation of the Yang Flames resembling collapse, the almost all-consuming attack from the spiritual illusion of the fairy in the sky had not stopped.

"Let's do it again!"

Despite still in the free fall process downward, Aya still held Tiran's hand, intending to launch the annihilation effect together once more.

However, before the second attempt could be made, they were interrupted.

"Both of you, you have done enough. Let me take over the battle from here. Despite being incomplete, the figure in the sky is still... a god."

Kongming, with a serious expression, arrived between the two of them and the celestial illusion, stepping on an invisible staircase in the air gradually as he walked upward.

Initially motivated by nostalgia for East Land and revisiting the former land before returning to Devildom, everything changed when encountering his dear friend from ten thousand years ago.

Even though creating a god in the end was something that would give the Goddess of the Light a headache, the root of this problem was Yuan, and Kongming, with his nature, couldn't stay out of it no matter what.

Moreover, as a "prospective god" about to return to Devildom and ascend to the throne of a demon god, having a duel with an incomplete god could be considered a coronation ceremony.

"You seem not quite clear, god of East Land."

Kongming stood with his hands behind his back, facing the spiritual illusion, mirroring the classic image of a master from the legends of Shenzhou, making him marvel at someone's cultural influence on him.

"Human...?"

The spiritual illusion uttered a slightly puzzled murmur, causing Kongming to raise an eyebrow slightly, before launching an attack without hesitation.

Kongming's hands moved like playing the guqin, pulling out deep black traces in the space. These spatial rifts, which required a great magician to meticulously arrange complex magic arrays to create, were casually shot out by him, intersecting and colliding almost like simple wind blade techniques, almost shattering the space around the fairy completely.

Because the fairy's existence seemed non-corporeal, Kongming chose this attack method in an attempt to erase her existence along with the space, but the fairy's response left Kongming visibly surprised.

The fairy also extended her hand, brushing over the first space crack extending in front of her, then smoothing out the torn space, as easily as a sand artist drawing and erasing marks on sand, one after another, like an adult patiently whitewashing after a naughty child's scribbles on the wall.

Kongming knew that this was not at all simple.

Smoothing out spatial rifts was even more difficult than tearing them apart. The entropy of the universe was constantly increasing, and "tearing" to a certain extent was increasing disorder and therefore relatively simpler. However, "smoothing out" this process was forcibly restoring order from chaos, which even to Kongming seemed otherworldly.

Most importantly, just a moment ago the fairy was merely a disorderly being relying solely on the division of Yin and Yang techniques to wreak havoc, but now she had instantly deciphered the way Kongming tore space and implemented a reverse push.

This learning ability is just too exaggerated.