Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Great Dragon Emerges from the Sea of Stars

"You've made a wager of a hundred thousand."
Feng Xiang spoke in a calm tone to Little Wild Grass, his finger pointing toward the southern reaches of the Primordial Star Domain. Instantly, an expanse of blue flame erupted, its scorching tail veiling the starry sky and spreading for tens of thousands of miles, triggering a chain reaction of cosmic disasters.
Little Wild Grass's arrangements in this area were obliterated in a flash.
With this move, although the North lost sixty thousand stars, the Central South was devastated, losing a hundred and sixty thousand. The previously balanced tally of stars between the two sides suddenly diverged by a hundred thousand.
Little Wild Grass uttered not a word, showing no sign of regret.
A green leaf flickered, and divine radiance burst forth.
A dazzling, pristine Divine Calamity Star, following her command, teleported ten light-years away, stirring up chaos at one of Feng Xiang’s nest points.
Purple thunder, like a waterfall, poured down from the Divine Calamity Star, dense and overwhelming, its destructive power shocking, instantly transforming the starfield and sealing off a vast swath of the North’s stars.
A great disaster erupted; stars within this region could not be shifted, left helpless to their fate.
"That was a brilliant move."
Nine Dreams’ luminous eyes sparkled. Though Listening Wind’s stars suffered losses, he had seized a nest point.
The opponent must either abandon or rescue this cluster of stars. To save them would require at least two or three moves, giving Listening Wind more time to arrange his plans.
"Hmph."
Feng Xiang snorted softly, seeing the situation but not rushing to intervene.
A thunderous roar!
The Dark Divine Calamity Star surged to the center of the Primordial Star Domain, unfurling a terrifying, vast star river before an active white dwarf, shooting beams of destructive light that cut down all budding minor disasters along its path.
Little Wild Grass sighed inwardly at the loss.
The nest point Feng Xiang had locked down—she would rather abandon it than see those minor disasters cut off.
These seemingly ordinary minor disasters were, in fact, a crucial link in her grand design, hidden with care, yet still discovered.
This youth’s gaze is sharp indeed.
"A pity," Nine Dreams shook her head.
She too saw the potential near that white dwarf—those minor disasters could have played a major role. As the star domain evolved, and with the birth of a black hole, it might have grown into a mighty dragon.
Yet Feng Xiang noticed and struck decisively, snuffing it out prematurely.
Observing the match, Nine Dreams gradually discerned the contrasting styles of the two.
Feng Xiang was fierce and relentless, his tactics powerful but never reckless—both brave and shrewd, keenly insightful, laying ambushes in subtle ways. If one were careless, the losses could be catastrophic.

Listening Wind excelled at strategic deployment, manipulating all directions, his grasp of the overall situation impressive. He was adept at digging deep traps, dispatching disasters and troops, and providing swift support, clearly possessing his own vision for the late stages.
It was a needle against awl—who was stronger or weaker, it was hard to say.
Time flowed...
Their contest was swift and violent, clashing with thunderous force.
Within the miniature Primordial Star Domain, bursts of energy erupted from time to time, reactions intense, divine light surging out like tides.
Purple lightning, dark vortexes of decay, collapses in the void—all interwoven and clashing, each occurrence signaling the disappearance of swathes of stars, the decline of stellar bodies.
Both players’ expressions grew grave, feeling mounting pressure.
At the most perilous moment, Feng Xiang’s Divine Calamity Star encountered the birth of a black hole, blocked by two zones of major disaster set by Little Wild Grass. Forced to sacrifice a million stars, he escaped only through a wormhole.
Little Wild Grass faced a grave crisis as well, Feng Xiang’s relentless bombardment reducing the North’s leading stars to a frightening count in the tens of millions.
Only with the rise of a mighty dragon did Little Wild Grass manage to claw back her disadvantage.
For this, Little Wild Grass felt immense heartache. If Feng Xiang’s destructive efficiency hadn’t been so formidable, his advantage snowballing ever larger, she would never have relaxed her grip on this dragon.
Once formed, a giant dragon would be an invincible force in the late stages.
Thus, she had hesitated earlier, watching Feng Xiang sweep forward, poised to wipe out her six nest points in the Central South, forcing her to make a ruthless decision.
“How dangerous—Listening Wind is being restricted too severely.”
Nine Dreams clenched her pale knuckles, worry etched on her face. The Primordial Star Match had entered its mid-phase; the contest was increasingly tense, and the variables within the star game multiplied.
Several major arrangements, nearly perfect in their embryonic form, were forced into action by Feng Xiang’s interference, their potential barely a tenth of their peak.
The few remaining setups, if they endured to the end, would greatly increase the chances of victory. But if Feng Xiang continued to force her hand, the outcome was uncertain.
The match entered its late phase.
The clashes intensified.
The number of stars for both sides began to plummet—from thousands and tens of thousands at the start, escalating to millions and then several million, with breathtaking traps and ambushes at every turn.
Thunder rumbled...
Six black holes emerged in the Primordial Star Match.
As they slowly spun, the surrounding starfield collapsed, countless celestial remnants devoured, even the light drawn in, creating forbidden zones all around.
The geography of the star match changed dramatically.
Light-year-long fissures, supernova explosions, collisions of minor galaxies—these unfolded everywhere. At times, incomparable brilliance spread, illuminating the entire Primordial Star Domain, a spectacle beyond imagination.

Now, Feng Xiang had about three hundred and fifty million stars remaining, Listening Wind Grass had three hundred and ten million. Both the Divine Calamity Stars of the North and Central South remained unscathed.
The tip of Listening Wind Grass’s leaf shimmered with dew, a sign of nervous tension.
By this stage, she could not claim absolute confidence—only a slightly greater chance of victory.
Feng Xiang’s moves slowed, gains and losses unpredictable, variables abound. Each step demanded meticulous deliberation; one misstep, and his advantage could plunge to the abyss.
If he maintained his current lead, even if unable to pull ahead, should the Central South’s stars fall below a million, victory would still belong to the North.
“Ah!”
Little Wild Grass suddenly cried out.
Just now, Feng Xiang took a daring gamble, teleporting the Dark Divine Calamity Star close to a volatile, destructive star, unleashing a major reversal of the void, successfully transferring it to the Central South camp!
The destructive star was on the verge of explosion, collapsing in a tangled swirl, vortexing cosmic light, burning wildly in the spatial reversal, its fury reaching the extreme.
Almost simultaneously with Feng Xiang’s successful transfer, a terrifying pressure of annihilation erupted.
Impossible to prevent, Little Wild Grass hastily shifted stars to minimize losses.
To her utter dismay, just then Feng Xiang pressed his advantage, directing the Divine Calamity Star to ravage her southern domain. If that region fell, the balance of the match would tip in an instant.
"I’ll fight you to the end!"
Little Wild Grass gritted her teeth. She had planned to lie low a bit longer, secure her position, but seeing the situation now, she resolved to go all in—no holding back, a fight to the death!
In an instant, a primordial flood of disaster erupted.
Within the Central South camp, tens of thousands of blazing stars accumulated unimaginable energy, leveraging the black holes’ gravitational pull to shift, expand, and explode!
All the hidden, dormant major, medium, and minor disasters—
—now burst forth together, igniting in unison, their might rising to unfathomable heights, shaking the very heavens of this starfield.
From the starting point of the Central South’s primordial flood, oceans of fire surged, their brilliance dazzling beyond compare.
Meanwhile, the white Divine Calamity Star teleported between the two most fiercely burning disaster zones, exploding forth, connecting the two regions into one.
A mighty dragon emerged from the sea of stars!