Then I saw her. This warrior of all kinds, wielding a spear made of star gemstones, stood alone on the top of a small mountain. She stared at me through the armor on her face, like a spark disguised as lightning. A thick brown braid slid from her shoulders to her chest and landed on her golden breastplate. Her body was freckled, and her skin was pale. Her eyes were the only ones on her face that weren't covered by a helmet, bursting with blood-red light.

She calls herself Pan Sen, the embodiment of the Titan Divine Fighting Intent. She's not the first warrior in the world to bear the title of Panson, and certainly won't be the last.

She lifted her muscular arms, her glittering cloak flipped open, and leaned back, as if dragging a majestic chain. And my body, bound by the cruel contract, suddenly rolled involuntarily, lost my balance, and fell straight towards the top of the hill where she stood. She started yelling at me.

Her voice pierced through my head through this crown of stars with a thousand cuts, and it exploded. The rest of the voices died down.

"Dragon!" she called me, as if I were a wretched winged worm spitting orange flames, and it was a blessing to set a tree on fire.

"Seal their gates!" her small spear commanded, pointing at a crack at the foot of the mountain. A conspicuous purple miasma spread down the mountain, which turned out to be the source of the stench I had smelled before I even arrived. And I turned my gaze to Panson, who apparently thought of me like a dog on a leash. Today is different, I've learned my lesson.

"Dragon?" I whispered. "With such a shoddy name, give orders to me. Are you sure you're sensible enough?"

Pan Sen's palm on the spear loosened slightly, rubbing against the spear. But after only a moment, she took a step back, as if the distance would allow her to avoid my wrath.

"Seal their doors. She yelled even louder, as if I hadn't heard her command. Her volume didn't drown out the tremors in her voice. She pointed her spear at me, as if she thought that such a small toothpick would be able to pierce me.

This is the first time I've seen a giant god's star spirit tremble. She was clearly not used to repeating her orders in front of me.

"I'll deal with those disgusting minions, and I won't miss the time, my dear, Panson. ”

"Listen to me, dragon. Panson shouted again. "Otherwise, the world will be overturned. ”

"The world has been overturned long before the giants were arrogant. ”

I felt a boiling in Panson's heart, and she had to exert all her strength to grasp the invisible chains that bound me. She realized now that I was no longer the creature I had been driven by. The will of the giant god has long been distracted, and he has not realized that the evil fetters I am carrying have been quietly weakened.

Panson roared again, and this time I couldn't resist. That cruel sorcery reigns back above my will. I turned my attention to the source of the trouble. The hollows of the valley, once green, now wriggled with a purple-red miasma. These void creatures that turned away from life tore through the heavenly dome of reality, enveloping the invisible tides of energy and breaking through the barriers separating space. They create an abominable passageway.

These carapace-clad creatures with many eyes noticed me. What a pathetic ambition for them to swallow me in one gulp. In the back of my mind, a glowing furnace emerged, the core of the star that had been ignited before I was imprisoned. I threw a spear made of pure Yuan Spark, turning wave after wave of tooth-cracking beasts into ashes, sending them back to the eternal silence of evil energy. Fishy hot stumps rained down. I'm a little surprised, these creatures are not completely annihilated, but again, the void creatures don't understand the way this universe works.

A misshapen rift appeared in mid-air. At the heart of this corruption, there is a thought...... Hungry and thirsty, and unwilling to give in. This is a far cry from what I understand as a brainless void creature. This scar on the surface of reality, flexing and stretching, twists and turns all it touches. Something behind the rift, though unknown, is laughing wildly.

Panson shouted another order at me, but I ignored her. This strange spatial chasm completely attracted me. It's not the first time I've faced them, but this time I feel very different. I couldn't help but be amazed by the terrifying spectacle that shattered the boundaries of time and space. Few creatures can comprehend the intricacies and subtleties of different realms, let alone master this terrifying divine power that can break through the limits of the existence of all things. In my mind, I knew that such a delicate wound could not have come from these contemptible creatures who were busy fleeing. No way. There are obviously many unknown secrets behind this invasion. I shuddered, and couldn't imagine what kind of entity could have the power to cause such a churning rift. Without Panson barking at her commands again, I knew how I had to act. Her requests were always unimaginative permutations anyway. She must have thought of me throwing a star at the Rift, as if that would burn this corrupt Chrono Rift.

Am I going to give in to these sluggish demigods?

All right. At least in their "logic", they have to admit that the scorching starlight is the key to solving the problem. Let's let the pretending of obedience play out for a while.

I enjoyed what was going on, partly because they would never forget it, but also because I had finally unleashed a little bit of my ancient abilities. But more importantly, whatever the Void Spirit body behind this rift, he must understand that no one can laugh at me on the plane I stand on.

The primordial essence of the atmosphere began to coalesce in my mind. The vigorous stardust fused at my silent command. The glory of my burning majesty in the deep sky has turned into a star that is not comparable. After all, in this fragile world, I can't just ignite a fully fledged star.

The starlight of the first cry flew out of my hand and joined two other sisters who would not leave me. They danced a whirling ballet around me, their white-hot cores devouring the dust and matter I had brought with them. We were all transformed into a storm of shimmering stars, and the night sky was reduced to a whirlpool of sparks dancing. I hooked a fiery star stream and exhaled a dense gust of hot air that overwhelmed the original halo of this world.

(End of chapter)