Rebirth as a Time Dragon

The silver dragon's gaze flickered, as if an invisible stream of information cascaded like a waterfall.

Simultaneously, records about various Wild Gods unfurled in Garon's mind, being analyzed and deciphered by him.

Since the return of the Wild Gods, more and more deities began to take these ancient beings seriously. They shared whatever knowledge they had about the Wild Gods with other deities. This was to ensure that those who had not experienced the Dawn War would have some understanding of the primal forces of the Wild Gods when they encountered them.

The gods had ruled the multiverse for countless eons. To the many intelligent beings, they no longer held the same mystique. Books documenting the legends and powers of the gods could easily fill dozens of material worlds if gathered together.

For those who were diligent in collecting information about the gods, learning about the Wild Gods wasn't too difficult unless it involved highly secretive knowledge.

However, the Wild Gods were different.

All Wild Gods were ancient entities born with the multiverse itself, older than most gods.

The deities who had survived the first Wild God War were now a minority among the celestial ranks. However, these few often occupied the upper echelons among the gods.

At this moment, the silver dragon closed his eyes and then reopened them.

The flickering stream of information ceased abruptly.

"The King of the Desert, the Master of Sands, the Destructive Sand... Wild God Akaluen."

Garon's eyes narrowed as he stared at the frozen image of the future, where a pair of amber eyes glinted amidst a storm of sand.

By comparing this image with the information in his mind, Garon confirmed that the Wild God about to attack the Noah Continent and devastate it was indeed Akaluen.

"Akaluen, of medium divine power, once perished in the Dawn War and is among the resurrected Wild Gods."

Garon didn't care whether this entity had been resurrected or had never truly died. Now that it had appeared in his vision as an enemy, he was ready to confront it.

However, Garon had a nagging feeling.

Destroying the Noah Continent probably wasn't a mere personal vendetta against him.

"Could it be that half a year from now, the Wild Gods plan a major offensive in the material world, with the Noah Continent being just one of their targets? In recent years, sightings of Wild Gods in the material world have indeed increased. Despite their cults being suppressed and unable to thrive, they haven't ceased their activities."

After pondering for a while, Garon's expression became solemn.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the power of time converged in his platinum dragon eyes, rippling like water and forming patterns that reflected future scenes.

Garon actively gazed into the future.

The result was a blurred vision, as if looking at flowers through mist, unable to clearly discern the events just half a year ahead.

Based on Garon's experience with foreseeing the future, this indicated that an entity of a higher life level than his would be involved, and the vast power emanating from them naturally obscured his future sight.

Inside the Pantheon.

The time avatar left by Garon opened its eyes and conveyed his findings to the other gods, issuing a warning in advance so they could be vigilant.

The Pantheon was essentially always in session, as the gods left their avatars there to constantly exchange information and intelligence. This way, they could respond to the Wild Gods' plans promptly and make decisions to counter them effectively.

"What happened?"

At this moment, Yuna, who was playfully sifting through piles of gold and silver jewels, paused and looked curiously at Garon, blinking her eyes as she asked.

Garon nodded slightly and said, "I just saw a rather unpleasant future."

After a pause, Garon asked, "I need to visit the Noah Continent. Do you want to come with me?"

The beautiful and graceful force dragon shook her head and said, "I've already arranged to go to the Plane of Air with Arcadia later. The Noah Continent is too small; you go ahead by yourself."

Due to the frequent visits of the Wind Elemental Queen to the Heroic Realm, especially to the Sky Garden where Garon resided, and Yuna's frequent visits to the Sky Garden for fun, she and the Wind Elemental Queen had crossed paths there and sparred.

Of course, the Wind Elemental Queen had restrained her divine power to match Yuna's level.

Since it was a non-lethal sparring match, they stopped at a draw.

Legendary dragon species often looked down on ordinary creatures, but they found it easier to communicate with beings like the Wind Elemental Queen, who controlled an entire elemental plane and held a similar or higher status.

After hearing Yuna's response, Garon nodded, his body flickering as he left the dragon's lair.

Outside the Hall of Eternal Heroes, amidst the vast, endless drifting winds and clouds.

The silver dragon's radiant body tore through the gusts and clouds, gazing at the sea of clouds where countless true dragons roamed.

After a brief thought, Garon didn't head directly to the Noah Continent. Instead, he concealed his form and flew towards a vast, white glacier floating in the skies above Dragon Court.

On the glacier.

A mature female white dragon, about twenty-five meters long, was lazily sprawled atop a snow-covered peak, enjoying the magical wind and snow brushing against her scales. She occasionally rolled over, flapping her wings contentedly.

The white dragoness led a comfortable life, having grown a bit plump from her formerly slender frame.

Being only about ninety years older than Garon, she was still just a mature dragon.

This age gap would only seem smaller with time.

However, the white dragoness had yet to reach the level of a legendary creature, not even close, and was surpassed by several of Garon's younger siblings.

"Salia, do you want to go to the Great Northern Tundra?"

A sudden voice startled the white dragoness.

She jolted, her plump body collapsing a corner of the snowy peak, then stumbled down the mountainside. After rolling several hundred meters, she remembered she had wings and, flapping them in irritation, flew back up.

For some reason, Garon felt a sense of comfort watching this scene.

Dragons as pure as Salia had become rare.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You haven't visited me in ages, and now you come just to scare me."

"Give me some treasure as compensation, and I might forgive you."

The white dragoness flew closer to the majestic silver dragon, looking up at him.

In the Dragon Court, Garon usually maintained a form over five hundred meters long, like a mountain. Next to him, the twenty-five-meter-long white dragoness looked tiny, not even as large as Garon's head, making them seem like entirely different species.

"You seem lively and unscathed to me."

The white dragoness tried to elevate herself to eye level with Garon, giving a small huff and said, "The great lord of the Dragon Court is so stingy. Fine, don't give me anything."

Exhaling softly, Garon created a gust of wind that swirled around the white dragoness, tiny in comparison to him.

"You've always wanted to return to the Great Northern Tundra."

"I'll take you there."

Without legendary powers or strong magical skills, the white dragoness lacked the ability to plane shift. Previously, she had wanted to return to the tundra for some fun, but without anyone to take her, she had to stay put.

Upon hearing Garon's words, her eyes lit up. "Really? I still have some treasures hidden in the tundra. I want to bring them back."

With the Great Northern Tundra as the anchor point, Garon performed a time shift, taking the white dragoness along.

On the Noah Continent, in the Great Northern Tundra, it was currently deep into the polar night.

The moonlight over the tundra was always cold, like frost—glowing faintly but devoid of warmth.

Under the moon's gentle illumination, endless snow blanketed the ground inch by inch.

The cold wind howled across glaciers and canyons, the fine snowflakes dancing in the moonlight.

From a high vantage point, the tundra presented a beautiful picture of a snowy landscape. Weasels, cold rabbits, winter wolves, frost tigers, and ice eagles—predators and prey alike—continued their endless chase for survival.

Wild Gods, demons, and deities knew little of these creatures' struggles, and even if they did, they wouldn't care.

For ordinary beasts, the conflicts of gods and Wild Gods were far less significant than finding their next meal.

Suddenly.

The swirling snowflakes in the night sky halted.

Simultaneously, two massive dragons, one large and one small, one silver and one white, appeared beneath the heavens.

In the material world, Garon maintained a fifty-meter-long form—not overly enormous but still beastly in size.

The snow stopped for only a moment.

As the dragons emerged, the snowflakes resumed their gentle descent, bathed in a faint moonlight.

Yet, no creature noticed the dragons' arrival.

Even those directly beneath the shadows cast by the dragons, who only needed to look up to see them, showed no signs of fear or panic.

Garon had cast a spell to diminish their presence.

To ordinary creatures, Garon might appear as nothing more than a dragon-shaped cloud or a passing breeze, an unremarkable part of the night.

"The Great Northern Tundra, your mistress has returned!"

"The boundless snow, bow before me!"

Unlike the serene silver dragon, whose eyes held only a hint of nostalgia, the returning white dragoness soared wildly, pivoting around her spine with wings fully

 extended. Her exuberant roars stirred the snowflakes into a whirling dance.

"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha!"

The true dragon's joyous laughter echoed across the sky.

Every creature in the tundra, sensing the overwhelming dragon aura, instinctively cowered and burrowed into the snow, trembling in fear.

At that moment, another surge of dragon might swept through the air, carrying the will of a legendary dragon.

"Who dares cause a ruckus in the territory of the Everfrost Dragon?"

Feeling this immense dragon presence, the white dragoness paused. 

"How familiar..."

"Oh, it's Hill."

After a brief thought, she realized, mumbling to herself, "It seems Hill has also become a legendary creature."

Her eyes twinkled with a mix of hope and innocence as she looked at the silver dragon, saying, "Garon, great lord of the Dragon Court, eternal dragon of time, my most beloved son, you're so powerful now. Could you share some of your strength and elevate me to a demi-god dragon?"

For Garon, this was indeed a trivial matter.

It merely involved bestowing some of his own power upon her.

Either he or his divine form could easily elevate the white dragoness, making her a demi-god or even granting her minor divine power.

But Garon was unwilling.

The white dragoness had a knack for causing trouble.

Garon didn't want to see her wreaking havoc across the world.

He turned away, ignoring her timid request.

"Hmph, you're so heartless."

The white dragoness puffed out her cheeks in mock annoyance but didn't persist in her plea.

At this moment, Garon looked into the distance.

In his field of vision, a white streak cut through the moonlight and snow, radiating the majesty and aura of a true dragon, approaching swiftly.

It was Garon's white dragon sister.

"The Everfrost Dragon? Hill has given herself quite a fitting title."

The now-legendary white dragon Hill, with a body length of thirty-two meters, had grown a pair of horns on her head, not typical for white dragons. With each wingbeat, a chill spread naturally around her, parting the snow before her and closing it behind her, as if even the snow feared her and paved the way, adding to her grandeur.

The legendary white dragon moved swiftly.

A hundred kilometers of distance was nothing to her.

In just a few seconds, the deep, profound eyes of the silver dragon came into Hill's view.

She halted mid-air, her wings flapping as she stared in awe for a few moments before regaining her composure. Quickening her pace, she flew towards Garon with a look of reverence.

"Brother, your scales still shine brighter than the sun, purer than the moon."

Despite her legendary status, Hill didn't hold back her praise for her great brother.

Garon's gaze swept over Hill's slender and graceful form, reminiscent of the beautiful silver dragons. He smiled slightly and said, "To become a legend at your age, Hill, you make me proud."

Hill bowed her head and said, "I am just glad not to have brought shame to you, brother. I have always followed your example, striving to keep up with your steps."

As Garon's sister, growing up hearing tales of his legends and deeds, and constantly encountering songs of praise for the great Garon Aurelian, it was natural for her to idolize him.

The same went for her other white dragon siblings, Tom and Charles.

As for the thoughts of revenge she harbored in her youth due to Garon's overwhelming presence, they had long since faded away.

Given the inherent nature of chromatic dragons, if Garon had been only moderately stronger than them, Hill and the others might have harbored jealousy and animosity. But the gap between them was vast, placing Garon in a realm far above them. This disparity, combined with the dragon's admiration for power, turned their feelings into profound reverence.

At this point, Hill noticed the white dragoness by Garon's side.

"Mother, you are here too."

Hill's tone towards the white dragoness was indifferent, lacking the respect she showed Garon.

The white dragoness didn't mind, as she never really valued familial bonds and because Hill was now stronger than her.

Recalling her neglectful treatment of her children, even making them hunt for her, something even ordinary chromatic dragons wouldn't do, the white dragoness felt a tinge of guilt.

"Brother, let me show you around the Great Northern Tundra as it is now."

Hill offered.

Garon shook his head and said gravely, "Take Salia around instead. Also, inform Tom and Charles to bring Salia back to the Dragon Court. This place will soon be unsafe."

Unsafe?

Hill was puzzled.

"Brother, I'm a legend now, I..."

Before she could finish, the serene gaze of the silver dragon reminded her that, even as a legend, she was still as fragile as a child compared to him, incapable of providing any real help. Feeling slightly disheartened, she stopped mid-sentence.

"I understand."

She corrected herself.

Garon smiled gently as his form faded, disappearing from Hill and the white dragoness's sight.

Breathing out softly, Garon concealed his form and leisurely flew over the night-shrouded Great Northern Tundra, looking down at the land where he had once spent his hatchling years.

Over two centuries had passed, making the tundra familiar yet alien to Garon.

Under the erosion of wind and snow, some canyons had filled in, becoming part of the ice fields, while new glaciers had formed, with clusters of low and towering ice mountains differing slightly from the tundra Garon had known. However, overall, it remained largely unchanged.

He saw his cliff territory.

The riverbed lair he had temporarily carved out for safety.

The frozen lake where he had once slain a two-headed ogre spellcaster.

The ogre basin where he found his first spellbook and encountered the evil statue of the primeval Sun God.

The silver dragon soared with graceful wings, enjoying the subtle friction of the air against his body. Soon, he flew past the Great Northern Tundra and over the Dragonspine Mountains, arriving above the southern kingdoms.

Fields, villages, towns, and valleys... Unlike the war-torn, desolate world Garon had seen when he first left the tundra, the southern lands now presented a peaceful scene.

Smoke rose from chimneys, and the scenery was pleasant.

In the blink of an eye, the silver dragon found himself above a city.

Though it was night, various lights illuminated the city below, making it almost as bright as day.

Looking down, Garon spotted a lifelike statue of himself within the bustling city.

A grand dragon, standing proudly with a black ring around its neck, majestic in its pose.

To this day.

Garon was still revered as the guardian dragon of the Duchy of Shamo, now the Kingdom of Shamo. Though he had long since stopped intervening, the land still thrived under the legacy of his legends. Even newly rising and aggressive nations often hesitated to attack Shamo, unsure if the myths were true.

Just the lingering shadow of Garon's protection was enough to ensure the kingdom's prosperity for countless years.

"I made a terrible deal with the Thorn Duke."

Garon remembered the frail man who, despite being powerless, had faced him with a calm smile, showing no fear, and had negotiated with a confidence surpassing even seasoned warriors and spellcasters.

"After more than two centuries, the Thorn Duke should be nothing but bones by now."

Reflecting on the past, Garon felt as if everything had happened only yesterday.

To him, a mere two centuries held the weight of numerous tumultuous lifetimes for many creatures.

After quietly observing for a few minutes, without disturbing the city's tranquility, the silver dragon departed silently, like a breeze.

Later, Garon visited the White Bone Wasteland, the Empire of Dimor, and the Holy Light Church, places he had been to before.

The White Bone Wasteland had been thoroughly cleansed, the once-omnipresent death aura now gone, and the barren, desolate land had begun to regain its vitality.

The Empire of Dimor, ravaged by war and liches, had not recovered over the past two centuries and had been divided and absorbed by other nations, becoming a thing of the past. Meanwhile, the Holy Light Church still stood silently within a new nation's city, maintaining its transcendental position of divine authority.

Garon also visited the Metallic Dragon Isle.

Currently, the number of dragons on the Noah Continent was few, and the population on the Metallic Dragon Isle had dwindled significantly.

With the opening of the Kara world, most dragons had migrated.

Moreover, the small Noah Continent wasn't ideal for dragons to soar freely.

Despite the decline, an old friend of Garon's still resided on the Metallic Dragon Isle.

An aged female silver dragon lay quietly on the golden sands at the edge of the island, watching young metallic dragons frolic by the sea. Under the moonlight, her expression was serene and graceful.

Luna, the silver dragon, had transitioned from her mature phase to that of an elder.

Under the moonlight, Luna sensed she was being watched.

She squinted and looked up.

A pair of platinum eyes met hers.

"It's been a long time, Luna."

Garon revealed himself and spoke.

Luna blinked in surprise, then smiled softly. "It hasn't been that long, really. Just over a century. The sea remains unchanged."

"By the way, what brings you to the material world when you should be in Dragon Court?"

Even though Garon's status had reached staggering heights among dragons, Luna's demeanor remained composed, treating him as an old friend rather than showing deference, which

 Garon found comforting.

Indeed, being at the top was often lonely, and when facing old friends, Garon preferred not to see awe in their eyes.

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