355: Millions of holy angels! The ancient dragons that have ruled the long river of time!

In the deepest reaches of the Three-Dimensional Starfield, billions of Chaos Giants were awakening from the universe's Alien Space (Hetero-Dimensional Space). Their bodies were colossal; each one nearly ten million light-years tall, and where their feet trod, entire dwarf galaxies shattered like bubbles.

Star Rivers, casually held in their hands, completed cycles of creation and destruction as they flowed in their palms.

With just a flick of a finger, they could crush small universes into energy fragments, turning them into the chaotic mist that swirled around their bodies.

The leading giant was even more massive, carrying a colossal hammer forged from three hundred billion spiral Origin Star Rivers on his shoulder.

Dark golden streams of light flowed over the hammer's body, and the surface was densely inscribed with runes of Annihilation Law, each rune exhaling destructive power capable of tearing apart space-time.

The moment he swung his giant hammer, all light in the entire starfield was swallowed by the hammer's shadow. Along the trajectory of the hammer's handle, hundreds of billions of Source Stars instantly extinguished, turning into silent remnants.

Before even touching its target, the violent hammer-wind had already stirred up a cosmic storm. Billions of galaxies were ground into fundamental particles by the hurricane, and even the cosmic rules were shaken into disordered energy turbulence.

The instant the giant hammer smashed towards the Pangu Shrine's light screen, the runes on the hammer's face suddenly lit up, and billions of annihilation rays poured out like a waterfall, attempting to disintegrate every inch of the light screen's structure.

But the moment of contact, those immense forces, capable of halting the time axis and collapsing dimensions, were absorbed silently, like streams flowing into a deep ocean.

The light screen's surface didn't even ripple; instead, countless tiny golden patterns spread along the hammer's body. Wherever they passed, the annihilation runes vanished, and even the hammer body, forged from three hundred billion Origin Star Rivers, began to disintegrate inch by inch.

At this moment, the Pangu phantom sitting on the light screen slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes were darker than the deepest black hole, yet radiated the blazing light of creation.

The phantom did not rise, but merely raised his right hand, covered in stellar patterns, and clenched it in the void.

In an instant, a phantom of an axe, spanning billions of light-years, tore through the cosmic void, its blade's edge flowing with the primordial essence of 'existence' and 'non-existence'.

The moment the axe-phantom swept past, the leading giant's colossal hammer was first split in two, its cross-section smooth as a mirror, even energy particles completely erased.

Immediately after, the axe-phantom transformed into billions of avatars, simultaneously striking billions of Chaos Giants.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no space-tearing ripples; those colossal bodies were split in half like illusions under the axe-phantom, and even the traces of time were completely erased from their cross-sections.

The chaotic mist that had swirled around them one second ago vanished without a trace the next; the star rivers they had been holding moments before were now completely devoid of even energy residue.

It was as if, from beginning to end, these Chaos Giants, capable of shaking the foundations of the starfield, had never existed in this universe.

And after completing all this, the Pangu phantom slowly closed his eyes again, transforming back into the imprint on the light screen, as if that fleeting glimpse of world-opening power was merely a slight ripple in the universe's breath.

Only the remnants of the galaxies shattered by the hammer's aftershock around the light screen silently spoke of this fleeting, heaven-defying confrontation.

However, even though many powerful beings and terrifying races that had dominated the universe and existed since ancient times were constantly and easily annihilated, there were still more powerful beings and more dominant races, either willingly or driven, continuously coming to obstruct the Pangu Shrine.

In the deepest part of the Star Realm Cloud Sea, trillions of Light Angels were condensing their forms from the source of sacred light. When their wings unfurled, every feather flowed with creation-level sacred light.

That was the power of origin capable of reversing entropy, able to restore collapsed black holes into nebulae that birth stars, and instantly make starfields that had been dead for trillions of years bloom with billions of new stars.

The King of the Holy Seraphim, who led them, had thirty-six pairs of sacred light wings on his back, each feather millions of light-years wide. The ripples of sacred light flowing from the edges of his wings smoothed out even space-time folds wherever they passed, turning them into absolutely pure energy plains.

When the horn of attack echoed through the Star Realm, trillions of angels flapped their wings simultaneously.

In an instant, the entire Cloud Sea surged like a boiling sea of sacred light. The trajectory of each flapping wing formed a sacred rune, and countless runes intertwined in the void, transforming into a torrent of sacred light that pierced through all heavens and myriad realms.

This torrent did not surge in a straight line but continuously split and recombined as it advanced.

One moment it transformed into purifying rays, cleansing the dark energy storms along its path into dazzling energy crystals.

The next moment it became a tide of creation, causing barren galaxies to instantly sprout plants woven from starlight and giving birth to never-before-recorded life forms.

Yet, within this seemingly holy power, lay a destructive sharpness capable of annihilating dimensions. A mere ripple could crush high-dimensional space-time into nothingness.

In front of the torrent, twelve holy light spears, condensed from Seraphim feathers, tore through the air.

The spear tips shimmered with the law-light of 'purification is termination'. Wherever they passed, even time itself was scorched by the sacred light, leaving behind a series of solidified light traces.

They were the first to collide with the Pangu Shrine's light screen, and the law-power of their spear tips instantly erupted, attempting to dismantle the light screen's defense system and the power of the Great Dao's rules into the most primitive light particles.

However, the moment the sacred light torrent made contact with the light screen, an anomaly suddenly occurred.

Billions of profound Divine Fiend patterns appeared on the light screen's surface. These patterns were like greedy mouths, instantly devouring the sacred light they touched.

The originally pure sacred light twisted and blackened within the patterns, transforming in an instant into destructive energy even denser than absolute darkness.

They were no longer a force that purified all things, but carried a curse of 'corrupted origin', and this was precisely the terrifying Turbulent Fiend energy, which surged back along the torrent's trajectory.

The first to suffer were the twelve sacred light spears. They disintegrated into black mist the moment they touched the destructive energy, and the law-light of their spear tips was warped.

Immediately after, the massive sacred light torrent completely reversed, transforming into a black energy tsunami.

The wings of trillions of angels withered inch by inch in the tsunami, their sacred light origin forcibly stripped away, becoming nourishment for the destructive energy.

The Star Realm Cloud Sea where they resided dissolved in the black mist, and entire sacred light galaxies faded like rice paper stained with ink. Even the source of angels' birth was corroded into space-time rifts.

Even more terrifyingly, those corrupted sacred lights did not completely dissipate.

Under the pull of the Divine Fiend Array, they converged into a long river of black mist that spanned the Star Realm. Billions of angels' painfully twisted remnant souls floated in the river, each remnant soul continuously releasing corrupted origin energy, making the array's light grow even more intense.

And the Divine Fiend patterns on the Pangu Shrine's light screen were now slowly rotating, as if in a mere breath, they had completed a heaven-defying reversal from purification to being purified.

In the middle section of the River of Time, chaotic currents intertwined like silk, and an ancient Primordial Dragon was coiled on a Time Bedrock in the heart of the river.

It had lived through nine cycles of cosmic creation and destruction, its body winding for trillions of light-years. Each of its dragon scales was like an independent space-time, and the golden patterns flowing on the scale surfaces seemed to clearly record the rise and fall of past universes.

From the Big Bang to the heat death, from the birth of the first particle to the evaporation of the last black hole, the secrets of billions of epochs flowed between its scales.

As its dragon breath exhaled and inhaled, the surrounding flow of time fluctuated violently. One second it was trillions of years of stellar aging, the next it compressed into the instant of particle vibration, and even light was forced to change its direction here.