"Rest assured, Winter Wolf promises you that the Winter Wolf Clan will always guard the Immortal Fortress. No matter what happens, your slumber will not be disturbed," the clan leader assured.
Garon nodded slightly.
Then, he dismissed the chiefs of the affiliated clans and returned to the main nest of the Immortal Fortress.
The once empty main nest of the fortress was now covered with countless treasures: gold and silver coins, white crystals, red agates, sapphires, and other precious magical items. These treasures formed a thick layer, deep enough to bury Garon's gigantic dragon body.
The dazzling array of colors was enough to blind anyone.
Yuna was already lying in the lake formed by these treasures, waiting for Garon's arrival.
The two dragons had agreed to use the gift of the God of Light together and compare their growth after waking up.
Yuna knew that the Time Dragon was the strongest among legendary dragons, both in terms of strength and growth speed. However, she had her pride and was not willing to admit defeat, often wanting to compare herself with Garon.
Like the previous flying race.
Although she lost to Garon, it wasn't a total defeat, so Yuna still wanted to compete with him.
"Once this evolution is over and I wake up from my slumber, my size might surpass yours," Yuna mused.
Garon looked at Yuna, their platinum and light purple eyes meeting.
As legendary dragons, and Yuna being about ten years older than Garon, her size was currently a noticeable circle larger than his.
"Keep dreaming, I'll always be bigger than you," Garon replied confidently.
"Don't even think about surpassing me in size," Yuna said, her competitive spirit ignited.
She spread her dragon wings and lifted her head, showcasing her gigantic body, which was larger than Garon's. The diamond-like scales on her body reflected the colorful treasure around her, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
"Let's wait and see," Garon said confidently. He had never been afraid of anyone in terms of growth speed.
Then, they each took out a beautiful white cubic crystal.
The extraordinary divine power of the God of Light branched like tree limbs within the crystal, locked inside, resembling white lightning constrained within.
A soft glow emanated from the crystal.
This light wasn't very bright compared to the surrounding treasures.
But the moment it was exposed to the air, it became the focal point of the world, easily overpowering the colorful glow around it.
Even the glow of the legendary fire elemental crystal core paled in comparison.
Under the gentle touch of the soft white light, Garon felt comfortable all over, as if soaking in a perfect hot spring.
"How generous, God of Light," Garon mused.
Divine power was powerful and rare. These pure and impurity-free divine power crystals were not easy for deities to condense. The two pieces in Garon and Yuna's hands would make all followers of the God of Light envious.
To thank Garon and Yuna for their help, the God of Light was very generous.
The platinum dragon scales gifted by the Metal Dragon God were also precious, but Garon still preferred the gift from the God of Light.
External items were not as good as one's own strength.
The God of Light's gift would allow Garon to grow faster and more swiftly.
Besides, objectively speaking, the divine power contained in the platinum dragon scales couldn't compare to the God of Light's gift.
Garon took out the platinum dragon scale and examined it.
"The appearance is not bad," Garon commented, shaking his head and putting it away.
Dragons cherish their treasures, and it was rare for the Metal Dragon God to give a gift infused with divine power. Garon swore on the Eternal and Time Dragon that he had no bias against the Metal Dragon God.
"Garon," Yuna called out.
She held the white cubic crystal and gently shook it.
"Let's consume it together."
"Okay."
Garon and Yuna opened their dragon mouths and tossed the white cubes inside.
Without swallowing, the white cubes turned into endless white light, enveloping both the Time Dragon and the Power Dragon.
"Aooh."
Every cell in their bodies was soaked in white light, the unmatched comfort making Garon let out a soft moan, slowly closing his eyes.
Similar moans of uncontrollable comfort came from Yuna's mouth.
They both felt a volcanic vitality sprouting within their bodies, continuously nourishing every cell, causing their scales to tremble slightly with a metallic friction sound.
This immense power was even greater than the life gems Garon had consumed.
When Garon consumed the life gem, the initial impact of the life force was somewhat uncomfortable. However, this gift from the God of Light, despite being more powerful, was surprisingly more gentle, bringing only comfort and warmth, without any discomfort.
Surrounded by this comfort, drowsiness surged over them like a tide.
Garon and Yuna could have stayed awake to absorb this power, but that would require more time and be less efficient, a completely unworthy endeavor.
Without resisting the natural sleepiness, Yuna pushed aside the treasures, twisted her body, and buried herself under the treasures, revealing only the tips of her dragon horns, her favorite way to sleep.
Garon, on the other hand, gathered a pile of gems and placed them around himself.
He spread his dragon wings, curled his tail to the front as a pillow, and covered his body with his large wings.
The River of Time flowed calmly and steadily, enveloping everything, and the omnipresent force field did the same, emanating from all objects with mass.
After the two dragons fell into a deep slumber,
The waters of time gently brushed over Garon, intertwining with the soft white light, gradually forming a cocoon of light around his entire body. Streams of time water from all directions infused into Garon's body, his power of time and body both beginning to grow robustly.
Similarly, Yuna became a vortex center, drawing in the force field energy.
Strangely, the force field energy intertwined with the power of time, influencing each other, then the speed at which they poured into the dragons' bodies accelerated even further.
Thus, the entire world quieted down.
Time passed, like a fleeting white horse.
Stars moved, galaxies flowed, the silver-clad world of the Extreme North Ice Plain changed between polar days and nights, and the rest of Noah's continent experienced the cycle of day and night, with the sun and moon rising and setting, over and over.
In the blink of an eye, a year quietly passed.
Garon and Yuna's breaths were steady, their breathing even, the cocoon of time power and strength with the white light still soft and bright, showing no signs of waking up.
During Garon's slumber, his followers, according to his instructions, guarded the fortress and cleared the aberrant creatures in the Extreme North Ice Plain.
The aberrant creatures were not strong and lacked the supply of primordial black light.
With powerful clans like the Winter Wolves, Dragonvein Ogres, Cold Forest Serpent Dragons, and high-level spellcasters in the Extreme North Ice Plain, clearing the aberrant creatures was not difficult.
In a year's time,
Thanks to the diligent efforts of Garon's followers, 99% of the aberrant creatures in the Extreme North Ice Plain had been cleared, returning the snow-white land to its former tranquility. The remaining creatures, although not given up by the followers, were difficult to completely eradicate in the short term due to their deep hiding and reduced numbers.
Besides the Extreme North Ice Plain,
Other races and powers on Noah's continent also acted against the aberrant creatures.
Led by the Church of Light, the forces of the good alignment organized manpower, like Garon's side, to clear the aberrant creatures left by the Primordial Sun God, to prevent His early return.
However, not all creatures hated and feared the Barren God.
On that dark day, some creatures were completely corrupted, inhaled the black light, and turned into aberrant monsters, but a few, although they resisted successfully, were subtly influenced in spirit, developing awe and faith towards the Primordial Sun God.
A new organization composed of different creatures, named the Black Sun Sect, was quietly forming.
The emissaries of the Black Sun Sect avoided the pursuit of the Church of Light while spreading the fame of the Primordial Sun God.
That day's dark erosion left a deep fear in many creatures, leading some with ill intentions to join the Black Sun Sect. However, since the Primordial Sun God was preoccupied, there was no response to these followers.
In addition, some bold spellcasters coveted the primordial power of the Barren God, secretly capturing aberrant creatures to study their power.
There were quite a few such spellcasters.
Every spellcaster finds it hard to resist the temptation of the unknown.
The primordial power of a Barren God, even legendary spellcasters would covet and probe.
These spellcasters were bold and fearless of the possible horrific consequences of their research.
Compared to the ragtag Black Sun Sect, these spellcasters who privately studied aberrant creatures were more dangerous. Once the Church of Light discovered this behavior, they strictly forbade it, purifying anyone involved on the spot, showing no mercy.
Countless disasters are caused by spellcasters, not just a saying.
Spellcasters are the most intelligent group of people and also the most dangerous, revered and feared by others.
At the same time, as Noah's continent experienced the invasion of the Barren God and continuous changes in the situation,
In the Magma Plane,
Under the fiery sky formed by endless flames, wispy lines of fire occasionally ignited in the air, ash and smoke continuously erupted from the continuous volcanoes.
Whether it was the territory managed by flesh and blood creature clans or elemental life, silver dragon statues made of precious magical metals stood tall, impervious to elemental erosion and wear, each scale shining brilliantly, lifelike.
Flaming Mountains.
Roel and Gresha nested deep within the volcanoes, soaking in the scorching magma, enjoying the nourishment of the hot magma.
The two red dragons led a prosperous life in their suitable plane.
Most of the wealth here belonged to Garon, but as his followers, the red dragons had access to some small ore veins given by Garon. The magical gems and precious metals mined from them made the red dragons' treasuries increasingly full.
However, since Garon was generous and didn't specify which red dragon, Roel and Gresha constantly quarreled over the distribution of the treasures.
Frequent small fights every three days, major ones every five.
Even so, as the only two red dragons in the Magma Plane, their spousal relationship was unaffected.
After soaking in the magma for a while, Roel spiraled out of the volcano.
Wrapped in flames, the red dragon soared through the smoke, its wings trailing unscattered smoke, soaring under the fiery sky.
Roel surveyed the Flaming Mountains and the territory assigned to him.
"Let the mighty Lord of the Volcano see which clan dares to slack off."
"If I catch anyone, hmph."
The red dragon licked its lips.
A cruel gaze swept across.
Mining ore was something noble red dragons would never do themselves, and dragons were not adept at mining, as their great strength could easily damage gems.
After several rounds, the red dragon returned to the volcano with some newly mined magical gems, satisfied.
However, a few kilometers from its dwelling, the swiftly flying red dragon suddenly focused its gaze and halted in mid-air.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
In its vision, ripples appeared in a space, quickly condensing into a point, then slowly opening a space portal in the shape of an equilateral triangle, with blue linear light stabilizing the space.
"What's this?"
The red dragon had no patience for anomalies.
It took a deep breath, inhaling the rich fire elemental energy from the air.
Flames surged between Roel's interlaced fangs, preparing to unleash a fiery dragon's breath.
Meanwhile,
A metallic, specially textured and magically circuit-embedded arm extended from the portal.
Whoosh!
The red dragon unleashed its breath.
The scorching flame, like a fiery waterfall, burst forth from the dragon's mouth, carrying terrifying heat and impact.
The newly opened space portal and the protruding arm were engulfed in dragon's breath.
Under the attack of the dragon's breath, the space portal flickered violently, the arm turned red as if heated, then activated a magical shield to resist the fierce flames.
Bang!
The space portal was destroyed by the dragon's breath.
The surrounding space instantly closed and healed, severing the arm that failed to retract in time.
The blue-circuited magical arm flickered a few times, the magical shield disappeared, and the severed arm was exposed to the dragon's breath, melting and falling.
The red dragon swooped, caught the arm, squeezed it, and examined it.
"What kind of creature's arm is this?"
Not instantly turning to ash when hit by the dragon's breath, the material was quite hard, made of magical metal, glowing with elemental light. Roel was intrigued and brought it back to the dragon's nest as a collectible.
Noah's Continent.
Spring came and went, summer and winter alternated.
The River of Time flowed quietly, and after another year and a half, a heart-thumping deep dragon might slowly rose from the Immortal Fortress in the Extreme North Ice Plain, gradually spreading out and sweeping in all directions.
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"Rest assured, Winter Wolf promises you that the Winter Wolf Clan will always guard the Immortal Fortress. No matter what happens, your slumber will not be disturbed," the clan leader assured.
Garon nodded slightly.
Then, he dismissed the chiefs of the affiliated clans and returned to the main nest of the Immortal Fortress.
The once empty main nest of the fortress was now covered with countless treasures: gold and silver coins, white crystals, red agates, sapphires, and other precious magical items. These treasures formed a thick layer, deep enough to bury Garon's gigantic dragon body.
The dazzling array of colors was enough to blind anyone.
Yuna was already lying in the lake formed by these treasures, waiting for Garon's arrival.
The two dragons had agreed to use the gift of the God of Light together and compare their growth after waking up.
Yuna knew that the Time Dragon was the strongest among legendary dragons, both in terms of strength and growth speed. However, she had her pride and was not willing to admit defeat, often wanting to compare herself with Garon.
Like the previous flying race.
Although she lost to Garon, it wasn't a total defeat, so Yuna still wanted to compete with him.
"Once this evolution is over and I wake up from my slumber, my size might surpass yours," Yuna mused.
Garon looked at Yuna, their platinum and light purple eyes meeting.
As legendary dragons, and Yuna being about ten years older than Garon, her size was currently a noticeable circle larger than his.
"Keep dreaming, I'll always be bigger than you," Garon replied confidently.
"Don't even think about surpassing me in size," Yuna said, her competitive spirit ignited.
She spread her dragon wings and lifted her head, showcasing her gigantic body, which was larger than Garon's. The diamond-like scales on her body reflected the colorful treasure around her, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
"Let's wait and see," Garon said confidently. He had never been afraid of anyone in terms of growth speed.
Then, they each took out a beautiful white cubic crystal.
The extraordinary divine power of the God of Light branched like tree limbs within the crystal, locked inside, resembling white lightning constrained within.
A soft glow emanated from the crystal.
This light wasn't very bright compared to the surrounding treasures.
But the moment it was exposed to the air, it became the focal point of the world, easily overpowering the colorful glow around it.
Even the glow of the legendary fire elemental crystal core paled in comparison.
Under the gentle touch of the soft white light, Garon felt comfortable all over, as if soaking in a perfect hot spring.
"How generous, God of Light," Garon mused.
Divine power was powerful and rare. These pure and impurity-free divine power crystals were not easy for deities to condense. The two pieces in Garon and Yuna's hands would make all followers of the God of Light envious.
To thank Garon and Yuna for their help, the God of Light was very generous.
The platinum dragon scales gifted by the Metal Dragon God were also precious, but Garon still preferred the gift from the God of Light.
External items were not as good as one's own strength.
The God of Light's gift would allow Garon to grow faster and more swiftly.
Besides, objectively speaking, the divine power contained in the platinum dragon scales couldn't compare to the God of Light's gift.
Garon took out the platinum dragon scale and examined it.
"The appearance is not bad," Garon commented, shaking his head and putting it away.
Dragons cherish their treasures, and it was rare for the Metal Dragon God to give a gift infused with divine power. Garon swore on the Eternal and Time Dragon that he had no bias against the Metal Dragon God.
"Garon," Yuna called out.
She held the white cubic crystal and gently shook it.
"Let's consume it together."
"Okay."
Garon and Yuna opened their dragon mouths and tossed the white cubes inside.
Without swallowing, the white cubes turned into endless white light, enveloping both the Time Dragon and the Power Dragon.
"Aooh."
Every cell in their bodies was soaked in white light, the unmatched comfort making Garon let out a soft moan, slowly closing his eyes.
Similar moans of uncontrollable comfort came from Yuna's mouth.
They both felt a volcanic vitality sprouting within their bodies, continuously nourishing every cell, causing their scales to tremble slightly with a metallic friction sound.
This immense power was even greater than the life gems Garon had consumed.
When Garon consumed the life gem, the initial impact of the life force was somewhat uncomfortable. However, this gift from the God of Light, despite being more powerful, was surprisingly more gentle, bringing only comfort and warmth, without any discomfort.
Surrounded by this comfort, drowsiness surged over them like a tide.
Garon and Yuna could have stayed awake to absorb this power, but that would require more time and be less efficient, a completely unworthy endeavor.
Without resisting the natural sleepiness, Yuna pushed aside the treasures, twisted her body, and buried herself under the treasures, revealing only the tips of her dragon horns, her favorite way to sleep.
Garon, on the other hand, gathered a pile of gems and placed them around himself.
He spread his dragon wings, curled his tail to the front as a pillow, and covered his body with his large wings.
The River of Time flowed calmly and steadily, enveloping everything, and the omnipresent force field did the same, emanating from all objects with mass.
After the two dragons fell into a deep slumber,
The waters of time gently brushed over Garon, intertwining with the soft white light, gradually forming a cocoon of light around his entire body. Streams of time water from all directions infused into Garon's body, his power of time and body both beginning to grow robustly.
Similarly, Yuna became a vortex center, drawing in the force field energy.
Strangely, the force field energy intertwined with the power of time, influencing each other, then the speed at which they poured into the dragons' bodies accelerated even further.
Thus, the entire world quieted down.
Time passed, like a fleeting white horse.
Stars moved, galaxies flowed, the silver-clad world of the Extreme North Ice Plain changed between polar days and nights, and the rest of Noah's continent experienced the cycle of day and night, with the sun and moon rising and setting, over and over.
In the blink of an eye, a year quietly passed.
Garon and Yuna's breaths were steady, their breathing even, the cocoon of time power and strength with the white light still soft and bright, showing no signs of waking up.
During Garon's slumber, his followers, according to his instructions, guarded the fortress and cleared the aberrant creatures in the Extreme North Ice Plain.
The aberrant creatures were not strong and lacked the supply of primordial black light.
With powerful clans like the Winter Wolves, Dragonvein Ogres, Cold Forest Serpent Dragons, and high-level spellcasters in the Extreme North Ice Plain, clearing the aberrant creatures was not difficult.
In a year's time,
Thanks to the diligent efforts of Garon's followers, 99% of the aberrant creatures in the Extreme North Ice Plain had been cleared, returning the snow-white land to its former tranquility. The remaining creatures, although not given up by the followers, were difficult to completely eradicate in the short term due to their deep hiding and reduced numbers.
Besides the Extreme North Ice Plain,
Other races and powers on Noah's continent also acted against the aberrant creatures.
Led by the Church of Light, the forces of the good alignment organized manpower, like Garon's side, to clear the aberrant creatures left by the Primordial Sun God, to prevent His early return.
However, not all creatures hated and feared the Barren God.
On that dark day, some creatures were completely corrupted, inhaled the black light, and turned into aberrant monsters, but a few, although they resisted successfully, were subtly influenced in spirit, developing awe and faith towards the Primordial Sun God.
A new organization composed of different creatures, named the Black Sun Sect, was quietly forming.
The emissaries of the Black Sun Sect avoided the pursuit of the Church of Light while spreading the fame of the Primordial Sun God.
That day's dark erosion left a deep fear in many creatures, leading some with ill intentions to join the Black Sun Sect. However, since the Primordial Sun God was preoccupied, there was no response to these followers.
In addition, some bold spellcasters coveted the primordial power of the Barren God, secretly capturing aberrant creatures to study their power.
There were quite a few such spellcasters.
Every spellcaster finds it hard to resist the temptation of the unknown.
The primordial power of a Barren God, even legendary spellcasters would covet and probe.
These spellcasters were bold and fearless of the possible horrific consequences of their research.
Compared to the ragtag Black Sun Sect, these spellcasters who privately studied aberrant creatures were more dangerous. Once the Church of Light discovered this behavior, they strictly forbade it, purifying anyone involved on the spot, showing no mercy.
Countless disasters are caused by spellcasters, not just a saying.
Spellcasters are the most intelligent group of people and also the most dangerous, revered and feared by others.
At the same time, as Noah's continent experienced the invasion of the Barren God and continuous changes in the situation,
In the Magma Plane,
Under the fiery sky formed by endless flames, wispy lines of fire occasionally ignited in the air, ash and smoke continuously erupted from the continuous volcanoes.
Whether it was the territory managed by flesh and blood creature clans or elemental life, silver dragon statues made of precious magical metals stood tall, impervious to elemental erosion and wear, each scale shining brilliantly, lifelike.
Flaming Mountains.
Roel and Gresha nested deep within the volcanoes, soaking in the scorching magma, enjoying the nourishment of the hot magma.
The two red dragons led a prosperous life in their suitable plane.
Most of the wealth here belonged to Garon, but as his followers, the red dragons had access to some small ore veins given by Garon. The magical gems and precious metals mined from them made the red dragons' treasuries increasingly full.
However, since Garon was generous and didn't specify which red dragon, Roel and Gresha constantly quarreled over the distribution of the treasures.
Frequent small fights every three days, major ones every five.
Even so, as the only two red dragons in the Magma Plane, their spousal relationship was unaffected.
After soaking in the magma for a while, Roel spiraled out of the volcano.
Wrapped in flames, the red dragon soared through the smoke, its wings trailing unscattered smoke, soaring under the fiery sky.
Roel surveyed the Flaming Mountains and the territory assigned to him.
"Let the mighty Lord of the Volcano see which clan dares to slack off."
"If I catch anyone, hmph."
The red dragon licked its lips.
A cruel gaze swept across.
Mining ore was something noble red dragons would never do themselves, and dragons were not adept at mining, as their great strength could easily damage gems.
After several rounds, the red dragon returned to the volcano with some newly mined magical gems, satisfied.
However, a few kilometers from its dwelling, the swiftly flying red dragon suddenly focused its gaze and halted in mid-air.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
In its vision, ripples appeared in a space, quickly condensing into a point, then slowly opening a space portal in the shape of an equilateral triangle, with blue linear light stabilizing the space.
"What's this?"
The red dragon had no patience for anomalies.
It took a deep breath, inhaling the rich fire elemental energy from the air.
Flames surged between Roel's interlaced fangs, preparing to unleash a fiery dragon's breath.
Meanwhile,
A metallic, specially textured and magically circuit-embedded arm extended from the portal.
Whoosh!
The red dragon unleashed its breath.
The scorching flame, like a fiery waterfall, burst forth from the dragon's mouth, carrying terrifying heat and impact.
The newly opened space portal and the protruding arm were engulfed in dragon's breath.
Under the attack of the dragon's breath, the space portal flickered violently, the arm turned red as if heated, then activated a magical shield to resist the fierce flames.
Bang!
The space portal was destroyed by the dragon's breath.
The surrounding space instantly closed and healed, severing the arm that failed to retract in time.
The blue-circuited magical arm flickered a few times, the magical shield disappeared, and the severed arm was exposed to the dragon's breath, melting and falling.
The red dragon swooped, caught the arm, squeezed it, and examined it.
"What kind of creature's arm is this?"
Not instantly turning to ash when hit by the dragon's breath, the material was quite hard, made of magical metal, glowing with elemental light. Roel was intrigued and brought it back to the dragon's nest as a collectible.
Noah's Continent.
Spring came and went, summer and winter alternated.
The River of Time flowed quietly, and after another year and a half, a heart-thumping deep dragon might slowly rose from the Immortal Fortress in the Extreme North Ice Plain, gradually spreading out and sweeping in all directions.
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