The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Blood, like a waterfall of molten gold, splashed into the deep sky.

Within each congealed, swollen droplet of blood, a miniature storm seemed to be howling—the raging life force, forcibly dragged from its slumber, boiling with nowhere to vent its fury.

They did not fall, but floated and spun on the weightless battlefield, gradually spreading out and lingering around the Black King's mountain-like body, like a tattered nebula shroud.

At the point where the giant eyes had just been blinded, flesh and blood were writhing and regenerating wildly, but the remnants of the cold, silent fire leaping at the edge of the wounds made the process painfully stagnant and distorted!

The newly formed cornea, not yet fully transparent, was eroded, developing fine cracks and scattering scorched ash.

"Roar--!!!"

An instinctive breath erupted, and a pitch-black flame of over a million degrees, carrying with it the refined and intense fire element and the concept of "burning," transformed into a destructive torrent that cleaved through the cold void, heading straight for the location where Zhao Qing had just been.

The accuracy was indeed lacking, or rather, it was a bit slow.

It appears fierce and invincible, but in reality, it misses everything.

After Zhao Qing's attack succeeded, he scattered into thousands of fireflies, flickering, converging, and then disappearing on the black dragon's long neck and back, presenting a strange, discontinuous zigzag line that circulated between extreme movement and stillness, leaving no trace.

Each brief solidification was accompanied by a sword light as fine as a hair, yet containing countless runes.

Or perhaps it was the chilling cold of the Taiyin True Water that instantly froze large areas of dragon scales and the surging flesh below, before being reduced to dust by the subsequent shockwave.
Or perhaps it is the scorching heat of the sun's true fire, like a bone-deep ulcer, drilling into the depths of the body along the torn wound, evaporating billowing, acrid smoke mixed with specks of golden light.

From previously being unable to move a dead egg to now being able to cut it into a thousand pieces, her cultivation and killing power have greatly improved.

……

"Too slow," Zhao Qing provoked.

Nidhogg was clearly aware of this significant disadvantage.

His dragon breath could reach thousands of times the speed of sound, sweeping across a vast area, and its power far surpassed that of Norton, the Lord of Fire. However, compared to Zhao Qing's incredible speed—where he could easily transform into light and traverse the void—it was still far too slow and impossible to catch up with.

Similarly, the claws, teeth, and wings, which are most powerful in conventional melee combat, are completely useless and cannot be effectively used.

Activation time is zero? Sorry, if He had that ability, wouldn't He use it?
From the moment of their first clash, Black King immediately released Time Zero at a multiplier of 720, giving himself more leeway to adapt to the space environment. The reason he couldn't go higher was mainly because his body was too large, and the consumption rate had reached its limit.

The most reasonable way to retaliate is undoubtedly to use those powers that are carried by lightning and electricity and are already close to the speed of light.

But every time He tried, when His will stirred and the vast elements surged forth from His body, just before the rudimentary form of the Word of Power was about to be formed nearby, an invisible sword intent would inevitably slash past, cutting off the "energy pathways" formed by the condensation of many dragon runes in advance, and destroying their key hubs.

It's like a skilled musician whose crucial thread is broken by an outsider with a finer needle just as the strings are being plucked and the first note is not yet fully formed.

The magnificent symphony abruptly ends at the first tremolo, disintegrating into a chaotic noise that eventually vanishes without a trace.

The power of words collapsed just before it was fully formed.

The resulting chaos and unrest backfired.

Once is a coincidence, twice is an accident.

But when the same thing is repeated thousands of times in a breath, each time precisely extinguished at the most critical energy point, it becomes a suffocating crushing force.

Nidhogg was puzzled and confused.

His opponents seem to be able to see through every thought that arises and falls within Him, and to predict the direction of every mobilization of His power.

The attack is blocked as soon as it is launched, and the charged-up power is interrupted.

This battle was incredibly frustrating.

Could it be foresight? An analysis from a higher-dimensional perspective?
In the perception of time being stretched out, Black King thought and thought and finally came to the conclusion closest to the truth: anticipating the enemy's moves and discerning signs, all past experience and fixed "starting moves" became obvious flaws that the enemy could use against them.

Those spellcasting patterns that He had honed through His long life to the point of becoming almost instinctive, those ultimate incantations that had been worshipped by generations of dragons and regarded as divine mandates, were as clear and easy to understand as the lines on a child's open palm in front of this opponent.

How absurd! How...humiliating!
He, Nidhogg the Black King, the source of the elements, the embodiment of the rules, the child born of the planet, was "interpreted" and "deciphered" in this way by a strange, humanoid being?
Skill? In the face of absolute power and the immortal dragon body, it has always been merely an embellishment.

But at this moment, skill becomes a deadly poisoned dagger.

……

To be fair, the Black King wasn't entirely unable to conceal these signs of activation. After all, his mastery of the elements had reached a state of perfection, and with a thought, his words could follow, allowing his domain to expand in an instant.

But alas... His body was too enormous.

With a body 600 meters long and a wingspan of over 1,000 meters, it may seem insignificant on a planetary scale, but in an individual duel, it is an undeniable "giant target." To an observer of Zhao Qing's caliber, it is as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark.

If one wants to completely conceal oneself, the difficulty in this regard is indeed incomparable to Zhao Qing's "Mirror Puppet," which is tiny, almost merges with the void, and whose sword intent is ever-changing.

Therefore, the battle presented a bizarre and shocking scene:

The incomparably powerful Black King Nidhogg, whose every move caused space to tremble and energy to surge, was actually intercepted by the dazzling sword energy and unbelievable predictions, firmly "pinned" to a relatively fixed area of ​​space, and suppressed to the point that he could not organize a thorough and devastating offensive.

His attack was deflected, His breath was scattered, and His powerful call was prematurely extinguished.

Zhao Qing was like a bullfighter at the highest level, weaving a chapter of swordsmanship with exquisite movements and swordsmanship, teasing, provoking, and exhausting this raging giant beast of the starry sky.

The sword energy and star rays formed from the void energy and magic power are like an endless stream of blood-sucking mosquitoes, constantly adding new wounds to the Black King's body and deepening old ones.

……

So Nidhogg changed his strategy.

Since casting spells externally will always be targeted precisely, then we should complete all the steps of constructing the spell within the body.

Since the "pre-animation" can be seen through, let's eliminate the "pre-animation".

He has encountered interference and cancellation from "precepts" before, but these things only affect the environment and cannot penetrate the barrier of his own elemental perfect cycle. It is difficult to stop some words of power that strengthen themselves, such as "Diamond Realm".

Furthermore, a single burst of sovereign flame condensing outside the body might require tens of cubic meters of space to weave flowing dragon patterns and alchemical circuits. However, the volume that can be contained inside the body of a dragon is much larger than these tens of cubic meters.

This means that it can operate independently throughout the entire process.

While his enormous size brought many problems to the Black King, it also provided corresponding solutions.

Soon, a completely new Word of Power, never before seen in any known lineage of dragon blood, was secretly released.

The dragon scales, resembling giant shields, rapidly expanded and adjusted their angles, seemingly growing slightly. Inside, numerous honeycomb-like hollow fiber structures appeared, and the surface textures changed accordingly, faintly emanating several layers of black and red light.

It is essentially an application of spatial stretching, which is equivalent to putting on a buffer pad. It can not only distribute the "point" attack more evenly over a larger area, so that the "surface" can bear the brunt, but more importantly, due to the "redshift" effect, it can dissipate most of the energy in the path.

Similar to Whipple Shield, but much more high-end.

Having significantly enhanced his ability to withstand blows and no longer suffering from excessive blood loss, Black King began to systematically continue his "construction" within the body.

Repeatedly, with layering armor as the priority.

He is learning. Using pain as a textbook and the pride of the king as a spur, He is rapidly adapting to this completely unfamiliar rhythm of battle.

"...Ah, as expected...Unfortunately, it's already too late to stop it."

Zhao Qing sighed slightly, knowing that although he could still predict the Black King's prepared incantations and effects, he had already lost the opportunity to thwart them halfway, and his initial advantage was gradually waning.

It would take at least ten meters for a sword to penetrate the opponent's body to reach the dragon rune circuits that surge and form within the flesh and organs.

But how easy is that?

From the moment the opponent was unilaterally beaten until they put on the shield, nearly a hundred breaths had passed, and more than a billion swords had been fired. Yet, the best result seemed to be that the swords had only penetrated the dermis, without even touching the bones.

However, the initial skimming was merely a test and a delaying tactic, as information about Nidhogg's current form became increasingly complete.

Such a being, with such profound cultivation and reserves, possesses an unimaginable level of physical strength. It is impossible for him to cause fatal damage in a short period of time. After all, it took the Black King six epochs to refine the White King, who was of the same level.

Therefore, be patient and don't worry about temporary gains or losses.

The real victory or defeat often comes after hundreds or thousands of moves.

Speaking of which, Nidhogg is known as the "Dragon of Despair," but he is fighting with a clear mind and no signs of madness, which seems a bit inconsistent.

Most importantly, and most feared, the power of "fate" and cause and effect has never been put into use. Overall, it is just a conventional existence with extremely excessive panel data, which is thousands or even tens of thousands of times better than the first generation.

Could it be that the opponent has a third form besides the "catfish" and the current one? Complete liberation, self-destruction of realm? She pondered to herself.

"Is this all the strength you have?"

"Could you be a little stronger? At least make sure you can touch me, right?"

……

The Black King remained silent.

In the next instant, the void surrounding the dragon, spanning dozens of miles, was distorted, and starlight condensed like a lens.

Amidst the turbulent flow of elements, the remaining, highly magnetized iron-nickel material and molten metal ions in the land fragments that accompanied Him to heaven underwent a frenzied reversal of their microscopic magnetic domain structures, forming stable skyrmions.

The surge of magnetic charge evolves on a macroscopic scale into a silent, thunderous hell—bursting forth from the very structure of matter!

Buzz—Whoosh!

A massive, three-dimensional net, woven from azure lightning, suddenly unfurled high in the sky, covering tens of square kilometers.

They meander, twist, and entwine themselves, forming countless constantly arising and ceasing ring-shaped currents and magnetic traps.

While it appears to be aimed at indiscriminate saturation and strangulation, its true purpose is completely different and deeply hidden.

To retrieve the kite that should have had its tether line.

It seems that this was originally the word of power that was interrupted at the beginning.

If the incubation base that held the Black King were freed from the gravitational shielding effect, its initial kinetic energy would not have been sufficient to allow it to completely break free from Earth's constraints.

More precisely, it is currently only 235km above the ground, with a speed of only 2.9km/s and a flight path angle of 37 degrees. Its orbital speed is insufficient and far below the escape threshold.

In theory, it must be the trajectory of a projectile.

Therefore, by simply connecting "Royal Power" and "Candle Dragon," deeply coupling magnetic and gravitational forces, Nidhogg's goal can be achieved:

The battlefield will be brought back to the familiar near-Earth space, where matter and elemental energy are more abundant, or even into the atmosphere.

Only there can His power be truly unleashed without restraint.

Space is not good for Him? He'll simply return to Earth!
……

The super-composite incantation disguised as "Azure Thunder Domination" was still expanding its domain, dullly bombarding the boundaries of "Heavenly Gang Formation".

Almost at the same time.

Deep within the Greenland ice sheet, the ancient, frozen cold air, ignoring the ozone hole and ultraviolet radiation caused by the "Foehn winds," transforms into countless invisible pale cold currents that rise against the atmospheric circulation and soar into the sky; deep within the raging eddies of the North Pacific, the abundant essence of water elements is forcibly stripped away, transforming into pale blue ribbons of light that meander towards the heavens.

Beneath the Siberian permafrost, the dormant earth trembled slightly, and wisps of heavy, earthy yellow aura seeped out; even above those volcanic hotspots that had just erupted and had not yet fully subsided, the remaining fiery elements were seized by a tyrannical will, drawing out crimson streaks of light...

Calling upon planetary elements! This authority has never been displayed by any first-generation species; it is a privilege unique to the Dragon King's Peak, to the Black Emperor! Even in the elemental desert of space, even with Earth's North Pole temporarily "locked," how vast is the foundation of this entire planet?
He can still draw upon the accumulated and inexhaustible elements from a deeper, global perspective!

Although this is actually just one of the abilities of the Eight Realms of Enlightenment to communicate with extraterrestrial energy, and the distance is not much different, the resonance level and the transmission speed are at least a thousand times greater!
If Zhao Qing hadn't taken the time to sweep away and destroy most of the energy flow channels with his sword intent, the Black King would probably have been able to replenish all his previous energy consumption in just a few breaths, and be in even better condition than before.

Most importantly, this all-encompassing force further tore open the constraints hidden deep within the void.

Gravity was re-anchored.

The fall has begun.

The initial acceleration is not alarming, but once the trend of being "pulled back" is established, it is irreversible.

The planet behind us, which had been a beautiful, floating blue-white disc, rapidly expanded and approached, transforming into a vast, azure sky that covered the entire field of vision, exuding a soft yet deadly allure.

Air began to appear.

Initially, it was so thin as to be negligible, but as the altitude dropped sharply, an invisible medium was born from nothingness, and then quickly became dense and hot, generating continuous plasma shock waves.

Below, the once calm atmosphere began to boil.

Centered on the trajectory of the black dragon's fall, the clouds within a radius of hundreds of kilometers were torn apart and spun wildly by an invisible force, forming a massive, speechless vortex.

In the center of the void was a dark tunnel leading directly to the burning dragon's body.

At the edge of the vortex, billions of tons of water vapor and dust were forcibly summoned, compressed, and ionized, transforming into countless super thunderstorm tornadoes that stretched from the sky to the ground, leaping with black and red electric fire!

The sky is collapsing, and a path is being cleared for it amidst wailing cries.

The earth trembled and roared as it welcomed its master.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be playing the prelude to destruction in concert with the returning emperor.

The mental roar resounded once more, more solid than before, carrying the majesty of regaining power and the certainty of returning to home ground: "Your tricks end here."

Yet, one finds oneself in the heart of a desperate situation where heaven and earth are enraged.

Zhao Qing, however, smiled calmly.

"Do you feel that the power over weather control is always in your hands?"

"Where does this confidence come from?" She took a step in the air, holding her sword.

...(End of chapter)