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Chapter 821

Chapter 821: Chapter 200: Reversal of Yin and Yang Chapter 821: Chapter 200: Reversal of Yin and Yang From the shattered shell of the Bear Celestial Marshal, an incomparably brilliant and magnificent Red seeped out.

It was like the beautiful, illusionary light seen when a kaleidoscope made of red crystals was aimed at a light source.

The four-winged “Supreme Heaven” dissolved entirely like ashes, yet its tattered humanoid silhouette was still visible—like a half-melted ice block or a sugar painting, looking as if it were fit to be forcefully crushed with a bite.

Standing before him, the Silver-Crowned Dragon slowly raised his Sword blade.@@@@

His solemn hands grasped the Holy Sword—heavily swinging it down!

Only the sound of shattering glass was heard, and that humanoid silhouette instantly fragmented, turning into a stream of crimson light flying towards the sky.

As the Lord of Scalefeather slightly lifted his right hand, a portion of the light gathered in his hand, forming a crimson crystal with at least twenty sharp angles.

...

It quietly hovered in the Lord of Scalefeather’s hand, shining a red radiance in all directions.

Immediately after, the Lord of Scalefeather lifted his left hand again.

A part of the brilliance between heaven and earth condensed, forming a dark red sphere in his left hand.

It lacked the luster of a gemstone but had intricate patterns inside.

It looked like a pill or a spherical piece of red sandalwood.

“So,” the Lord of Scalefeathers spoke, “although we had no prior agreement… if neither of you objects, I shall take his Celestial Marshal Shard.

I plan to start the Warrior Profession and need it.

“He still retains some essence of Supreme Heaven within him...

Do you want it, Crown Lord?”

I want it, I want it, I want it…

Aiwass murmured in his mind.

…Of course, he was just mumbling casually.

After all, he truly didn’t need this thing… Not to say, Aiwass didn’t even know what it was used for.

“No need.”

The Silver-Crowned Dragon, embodied as the Silver Armored Knight, shook his head, his expression indifferent: “Having the opportunity to completely defeat the Supreme Heaven is already a gain for me.”

“—Don’t look at me.”

The Hourglass, standing with his hands tucked in his sleeves, appeared indifferent, the yellow-robed old man showing no intention to stretch out his hand: “I’m only here to settle karmic debts.

I won’t ask for anything, nor will I take anything.”

The three Pillar Gods fell into a brief moment of silence, none laying claim to the sphere.

Suddenly Aiwass’s eyes lit up—could it be…

The Hourglass standing opposite Aiwass was the first to notice his gaze.

The yellow-robed old man warned: “There’s no gift without a cost.

Think well about the consequences, calculate the future.”

“That’s not something you can digest.”

The Lord of Scalefeather slightly lowered his head, half comforting, half explaining: “The essence of a Pillar God, used to deepen the understanding of the Source River… Only a Celestial Marshal could possibly digest it properly; otherwise, it will only become a foundation for the resurrection of Supreme Heaven.

Just like that young bear of old.”

As he spoke, he suddenly looked towards Aiwass, “I must say, you have a good fiancée.”

...Huh?

Aiwass paused for a moment.

The Silver-Crowned Dragon seriously explained, “I didn’t come here because I had an earlier cooperation with the Lord of Scalefeather.

It was merely because Isabel sent out a prayer to me.”

“...What?”

“That girl prayed to me.

She wanted me to protect you, just as I would protect Avalon.

“As the Monarch of Avalon, she requested this of me...

thus, I came to check on you.”

The Silver-Crowned Dragon glanced at the Lord of Scalefeather, “It’s a good thing I did come, otherwise I would have missed this opportunity forever—you plan to hunt Ursa Major, and you didn’t even call me.”

If the one who ultimately killed the Bear Celestial Marshal wasn’t the Silver-Crowned Dragon, the experience from the “Source River of Violence” would have been lost in the void.

If so, the Silver-Crowned Dragon would likely never be complete.

“Ahh, because I already anticipated that you would come,” the Lord of Scalefeather said cheerfully, “I don’t want to provoke the Crown Lord...

I’m very timid.”

“You Prophets really do go to unnecessary lengths.

What if your prophecy turned out wrong?”

The Silver-Crowned Dragon slightly frowned, “Next time, just call me directly.

I will come if I can, no need for special manipulations.

“...Also, I still want to thank you.

I will remember this favor completely.”

“Let’s do this, everyone,” suddenly, the Hourglass spoke jovially: “As the saying goes, ‘to each his own needs’...

If you trust me enough, let me act as the middleman.

Shall we make a deal?”

...It might have been an illusion, but Aiwass felt that the tone of the Hourglass had suddenly softened, his attitude becoming more cordial, and his language clearer and closer to everyday terms.

However, neither the Lord of Scalefeather nor the Silver-Crowned Dragon showed any particular reaction to this.

—No, it wasn’t an illusion.

Aiwass quickly noticed an almost imperceptible detail—the Hourglass’s sleeves were turned upside down.

Previously, although the Hourglass had also kept his hands in his sleeves, his left hand was above and his right below; the height of his arms made this clear.

Now, the Hourglass had switched to having his right hand above and his left hand below...

The old man’s tone had clearly softened.

If previously he was a reticent, concise, and solitary old man, giving off a stern demeanor; now he appeared kind and benevolent.

If before, the Hourglass was a “scholar.”

—Then at this moment, the Hourglass was a “merchant.”