My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 430 - 431: Clues to the Divine Pattern

Meanwhile.

Deep within the core Forbidden Land of Dragon Island, a heavy, suffocating tension filled a grand golden hall.

The Dragon Emperor sat regally upon his throne, his golden pupils scanning the nine figures seated nearby.

Aside from himself, these nine represented the absolute pinnacle of power within the Alternate Space...

Nine existences at the pseudo-god level!

Under normal circumstances, any one of them possessed enough influence to dominate an entire region and command the submission of every race.

Today, however, they had all assembled under the Dragon Emperor’s emergency decree.

The Dragon Emperor wasted no time on empty etiquette, using his Divine Thought as a medium.

He instantly projected all the intelligence provided by Gu Xing directly into the sea of consciousness of these nine pseudo-god powerhouses.

Once the transmission concluded, the hall was plunged into a tomb-like silence.

A moment later, a scoff of pure derision shattered the quiet.

A figure composed entirely of stone was the first to find his voice:

"Dragon Emperor! Have you summoned us here just to recount such a... preposterous tale?"

"A soul from the future? A Demon God who brings the end of the world?"

"Hmph! To my mind, you have simply spun this web of lies so the Dragon Race can seize control of the entire Alternate Space!"

Another figure, shrouded in flickering flames, spoke up in agreement:

"Exactly!"

"The Demon Abyss? That is nothing more than a void mentioned in ancient myths!"

"You expect us to believe in a doomsday apocalypse based solely on the testimony of a soul with no clear origin?"

"Dragon Emperor, aren't you being a bit too frivolous!"

Tides of doubt rose throughout the hall; while one or two figures remained deep in thought, most of the pseudo-god powerhouses wore looks of blatant skepticism.

Having wielded supreme authority for centuries, they had grown comfortable in their dominance.

Confronted with such a shocking prophecy, their instinctive reaction was to reject it entirely.

However, at that very moment.

A voice, both ethereal and soft, resonated through the chamber:

"I believe the words of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor."

Every eye in the room immediately shifted toward the figure seated on the right side of the hall.

Her beauty was unrivaled, her aura holy and dignified, radiating a powerful essence of life.

She was the Empress of the Elf Race.

"When has His Majesty ever been one to spread baseless rumors?"

"Besides, a malevolent aura has truly begun to seep into the Alternate Space!"

"It is better to prepare for a threat that might exist than to dismiss it and be destroyed."

The Elf Empress’s intervention brought a bit of calm to the room, though the suspicion on many faces did not fade.

It was then that the Dragon Emperor, still seated upon his throne, slowly opened his eyes.

In that heartbeat, a devastating dragon aura flooded the entire hall!

Space itself seemed to freeze, and the Law wailed in protest! This was not merely a display of strength, but the presence of an existence that transcended all others.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort, sounding like a clap of thunder, vibrated in the very depths of the nine pseudo-gods' souls!

Except for the Elf Empress, the other eight pseudo-gods turned pale in an instant!

Even among pseudo-god powerhouses, there were clear distinctions in rank.

And clearly...

The Dragon Emperor stood as the most powerful among them!

His eyes raked over the gathered masters, his voice quiet yet carrying an absolute authority:

"This Emperor did not bring you here to debate the truth of this matter, but to inform you of the reality!"

"Whether you choose to believe it is your own concern."

"But if anyone’s stupidity causes a delay in our preparations, creating a hole in our defenses..."

The Dragon Emperor paused, a razor-sharp killing intent locking onto the two who had been the loudest detractors!

"...Then do not blame this Emperor for purging the house before the Demon Race ever arrives!"

Overbearing!

Completely tyrannical!

Such was the Dragon Emperor’s stance!

He didn't require their faith—only their compliance!

Before such overwhelming power, all doubt was rendered meaningless!

Sensing the Dragon Emperor’s naked killing intent, the others did not dare to voice their anger.

Ultimately, they could only bow their heads in reluctant silence.

They knew without a doubt that if they continued to protest, the Dragon Emperor would use their lives to assert his dominance!

Having quelled the room, the Dragon Emperor withdrew his crushing pressure.

"Since there are no more complaints, let us move on to our strategy."

"The most pressing matter is to formulate a solution immediately..."

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Elsewhere.

After defeating the members of the Demon Race alongside Long Qingyan, Gu Xing began to survey the area.

Having previously controlled the entirety of Blue Star, Gu Xing was well-versed in scouting his surroundings.

However, as his investigation deepened.

His expression became more and more somber.

The situation was eerily similar to the Demon Race's invasion of Blue Star.

No!

It was actually much worse!

He could feel a gateway connecting the Alternate Space to the Demon Abyss slowly taking shape.

And this process...

Was entirely irreversible!

Coming to this realization, Gu Xing saw how simplistic his earlier assumptions had been.

Standing nearby, Long Qingyan noticed the dark look on Gu Xing’s face.

"Human, what is wrong?"

Startled by Long Qingyan’s voice, Gu Xing snapped out of his thoughts.

Even though the girl wasn't exactly the nurturing type, Gu Xing could still sense her underlying concern.

Gu Xing shook his head. "It’s nothing."

He then forced himself to focus.

If the invasion was inevitable, he had to accept it.

The priority now was locating the Divine Pattern of the Time Spirit Race.

Upon entering this world, he had caught a faint trace of the Divine Pattern’s resonance.

The problem was...

Where exactly was it located?

As Gu Xing pondered, Sally, who had been quiet until now, suddenly gasped softly.

"What is it, Sally?" Gu Xing asked immediately, noticing her strange reaction.

Sally knitted her elegant brows, her nose twitching as if she were catching a nearly imperceptible scent on the wind.

She pointed a delicate finger toward the heart of a spatial rift that was still bleeding Demonic Qi, her voice hesitant:

"Master, I feel a very, very faint connection."

"It is coming from deep within that rift."

"A resonance?"

Gu Xing’s heart skipped a beat.

Anything capable of resonating with Sally...

Must be tied to the Time Spirit Race.

It was either a remnant of her people or the Divine Pattern itself.

Since they had already visited the ruins of the Time Spirit Race, it was highly probable that this was the Divine Pattern.

The discovery filled Gu Xing with renewed energy!

Truly, one often finds what they seek in the most unexpected places!

"Can you tell the exact spot or how far it is?"

Sally shook her head, a look of fatigue crossing her beautiful face:

"No, Master. The feeling is too weak."

"The energy inside that passage is far too turbulent and violent, making it nearly impossible for my Perception to reach inside."

"I only know that it is somewhere deep within the rift."

Gu Xing stared at the spatial tear, his face hardening.

The passage to the Demon Abyss was undoubtedly a place of extreme peril.

It was swarming with pure Demon Race energy and unpredictable spatial storms.

But with the lead on the Divine Pattern right in front of him, he couldn't just walk away!

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xing reached a conclusion.

"It looks like we have no choice but to go inside and see for ourselves."

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