The endless, cold, hard ice fields of the far north. Winter wolves stalk, frost tigers hiss and giants roar. ......... Many creatures brave the snowy skies to fight for survival. At the same time, a white dragon hatchling with the power of time breaks out of its shell and... ----------------------- It's 1 chapter per day at 1 p.m. (Arizona) in every novel I upload. 3 daily chapters in each novel on patreon! p@treon.com/INNIT ----------------------- DISCLAIMER The story belongs entirely to the original author.
Inside the ice cliff dragon nest, Garon was fully focused, softly chanting complex spells under his breath.
Beside him, elemental energy slowly gathered, forming a dense elemental light, fixed a dozen meters in front of Garon.
Shortly after the incantation ended, the space first rippled, quickly piling up into folds, which then seemed to be pressed down by a great force, cracking open visible fissures, like spider web cracks appearing in space.
Sixth-ring spell· Planar Collapse.
Within the cracks, a red glow akin to magma could faintly be seen.
This spell can randomly disturb the boundary between the main material plane and another plane, causing small collapses and cracks to appear. If it hits an enemy, its power is extremely strong, capable of causing terrifying damage.
However, the drawback is that the spell's fluctuations are too obvious, and the changes in space do not happen instantaneously, making it difficult to hit enemies who are alert and prepared.
"After using Halis's soul crystal, my mental power has completely entered the standard of a legendary spellcaster."
Garon's eyes shone with delight.
He took less than two hours to learn this sixth-ring high-level spell.
Previously stuck with the sixth-ring spell Enchantment Fireball, after absorbing some basic spell knowledge, he directly learned it effortlessly.
Garon's elemental affinity was already at an extremely high level, and with sufficient foundational knowledge and a significant increase in mental power, learning high-level spells became as simple as eating and drinking.
However, Garon couldn't yet cast spells without incantations like Halis, who could release spells below legendary level fluently.
His mental power was sufficient, and he had the talent, but his understanding of the essence of spells was not deep enough.
This wasn't a process that could be completed overnight.
From low to high, a spellcaster's gradual contact with higher-level spells is also a process of gradually penetrating and understanding the essence of spell runes and the nature of the world.
It's like climbing an endless high platform, where one's knowledge serves as the steps. When a spellcaster stands high enough, touching the top layer of spell truth and understanding the connection between spells and the reality of the world, they can become a true legendary being, creating spells and casting them at will.
Besides this spell, Garon also learned many other sixth-ring spells.
With Krichton's personal guidance, he learned very quickly.
For sixth-ring spells, just a detailed demonstration by Krichton and some key points in constructing the spell model were enough for Garon to directly replicate and learn, even further improving the spells due to his legendary spellcaster's mental power.
This filled Krichton, an eighth-ring high-ranking spellcaster, with a sense of defeat.
It was the first time he realized how much elemental power could favor a creature, almost wanting to give everything to Garon.
But thinking of Garon as a Time Dragon, Krichton felt it was normal. The power of time is much more mysterious and powerful than elements, and for a will that can influence time, mastering elements should be very simple.
If a spellcaster managed to sneak into his dragon nest, bypassing the guards while Garon was away.
Activating detection light would reveal a terrifying sight.
Dragon roar alarms, dimensional rifts, shadow servants, invisible hellhounds, energy traps, shock seals. The dragon nest was filled with spell runes and guardians summoned from other planes. Accidentally triggering any would be unimaginable, and without high-level strength, death was certain.
These were all arrangements Garon made for his dragon nest after learning new spells for its protection.
Diverse in type and rich in effects.
Traps, alarms, guards, and more were all present.
Now unable to use the Maze Domain, these spells added another layer of protection to the dragon nest.
If anything adept at stealth managed to bypass the white dragon guards and sneak in, they would encounter these surprises prepared by Garon.
Due to the rapid increase in the number of treasures, Garon became even more concerned about the defense of his dragon nest.
In the center of the treasure mountain, buried under shining gold coins and gems, he placed a legendary item.
The Cursed Ring obtained from Halis.
This ring, unlike the high elf skull that was slightly lacking in materials, could be freely used.
Because it was crafted with the soul of a powerful creature, legendary equipment generally possesses a degree of intelligence. Garon tasked the Cursed Ring with guarding his treasure, casting a death curse on any creature, other than himself, that touched his treasures. A very sinister ninth-ring necromancy spell.
"Hmph, anyone daring to steal from me, if not a legendary spellcaster, will die upon touching."
Garon turned to glance at his treasure mound, his face showing satisfaction.
No one would expect that after passing through layers of magical traps and finally reaching these beautiful coins and gems, they would still face deadly dangers.
After calming his mind, Garon paused his study of spells and getting acquainted with his enhanced time abilities.
Chanting softly, magic surged, and ripples appeared in the space beside him, opening a door to another dimension.
Sixth-ring spell· Storage Dimension Space.
From the semi-illusory door of space, Garon took out many items he intended to carry with him.
For example, spellbooks unsuitable for placement on the gem mountain, his magic greatsword that might poke himself, and delicate items like sundials that might be crushed by him.
This dimensional space was much larger than those space rings, capable of holding many items.
"Krichton said that the school of enchantment spells has the richest and most diverse effects, and it is indeed true."
Garon thought silently.
Reaching into the dimensional space, he grabbed something heavy and brick-like.
The ancient and heavy stone door, covered in mysterious runes, was taken out of the dimensional space by Garon and stood on the ground.
In the Noah Continent, teleportation arrays are typically fixed in place.
This kind of magic craft, using a stone door as a carrier with the teleportation array carved on it, allowing it to be moved freely, was almost unheard of.
From the first glance at the stone door, Garon saw its profound age.
This stone door, among Garon's collections, endured the longest years, with the river of time flowing around it, exuding an intangible ancient charm.
To Garon, this artifact existed for tens of thousands of years, not native to the Noah Continent.
He didn't know what kind of magic craft could create a teleportation gate that could still be used perfectly after tens of thousands of years.
Flesh, rock, metal, magic runes all gradually decay and crumble over time. For the stone door to remain so well-preserved after tens of thousands of years, its quality was beyond Garon's imagination.
Then, Garon's eyes briefly flashed, rippling with the power of time.
He focused, staring at the silent stone door.
Around the stone door, the river of time suddenly became more ethereal and transparent, then began to display many scenes like a movie, representing the history that had occurred on this stone door.
After this growth, with a deeper connection to the river of time, Garon could see the ancient shadows of objects more clearly.
Previously, he could only see a mosaic of unclear meanings.
But now, the shadows of time in his eyes were like those in old television images, although with many chaotic lines and spots, without a single sound, but he could roughly see its story.
Through the river of time, in the shadows of the stone door, Garon saw spellcasters, saw wind and fire.
Wind and fire released by spellcasters from both sides intertwined endlessly, attacking each other furiously.
Eventually, one side gained the upper hand, jointly creating a terrible wind.
It was a wind that swept across an entire planet's surface, like a natural disaster, destroying everything, filled with the destructive wind that was not naturally formed but was a very terrifying magical force.
In this destructive hurricane, some people controlling flames struggled to resist, some were torn apart, some opened dimensional channels, entering them before being engulfed by the destructive wind.
"A spell that could make a planet falter."
The power of time in Garon's platinum dragon eyes gradually dissipated, and he calmed his mind.
After regaining his senses, he looked again at the ancient and heavy stone door.
The scratches on it, now it seemed, were marks cut by the hurricane.
Garon had tested the hardness of this stone door. Although it was made of stone, it was much harder than steel and extremely heavy, with a very high density and mass.
To cut such hard stone with marks, and also a hurricane that swept across a planet, probably only high-ranking spellcasters had a chance of surviving in such a disaster.
"It seems like spellcasters using wind fought against those using fire, directly shattering their own world."
Garon recalled the scenes he saw.
Because the shadows of time flashed back very quickly and were not complete, he wasn't sure if his thoughts were correct, but from the scenes he saw, Garon could only make such a deduction.
He found it strange.
Although there are differences between schools of magic, apart from the necromancy school, the relationship between other schools is quite harmonious.
In any organization, there are spellcasters from different schools, rarely a single existence.
But the shadows of time shown on the stone door clearly divided spellcasters into two factions, with rather singular abilities, fighting each other until their civilization was destroyed.
This doesn't seem like something spellcasters, who pursue truth, would do.
"How much hatred and grievance must there be."
Garon shook his head.
It seems, part of that civilization's spellcasters, some of whom survived, came to the Noah Continent.
"Compared to that, Noah Continent's high-level forces seem very weak."
"A few more Halises couldn't create such a catastrophic scene."
"When I can travel through time in the future, I might visit this strange world that only had wind and fire magic types but was so powerful."
Garon thought to himself.
Next, he took out the Red Flame Staff and several bright and lustrous gems.
"Ah, to activate this teleportation gate, magic gems are needed."
A flicker of pain crossed Garon's face.
Apart from the magma crystal itself accumulating enough energy, it also required a few fire or earth attribute magic gems placed in the small slots beside the stone door.
Because it hadn't been used for a long time, the energy contained in the magma crystal was sufficient.
As long as Garon now places the magic gems into the slots and injects energy into the magma crystal, the teleportation gate to the magma semi-plane will slowly open.
After this growth, truly stepping into the legendary level, Garon now had the confidence to visit the magma semi-plane.
This quasi-elemental plane, with its native elemental giants all very powerful and an area of nearly a hundred million square kilometers, although it's difficult to nurture demigod-like elemental lords, it's quite simple to cultivate some powerful legendary elements.
Elemental life is a tricky type of magical creature in suitable environments.
But although he had the strength and confidence, Garon didn't immediately open the teleportation gate.
He needed some of his subjects and followers to enter with him, serving as his claws and managers to slowly transform the magma semi-plane into an environment similar to the main material world.
Garon's desire for conquest wasn't high.
But the idea of having his own small world was very strong.
High-ranking spellcasters are not weak in any plane, and the seventh-ring spell Interplanar Teleportation allows crossing planes.
According to Krichton, he had visited the Beastlands and the Elemental Plane of Air.
Once he visits the magma semi-plane and leaves his own coordinate mark, learning Interplanar Teleportation would allow him to enter the magma semi-plane directly without the stone door.
However, personally casting Interplanar Teleportation consumes a lot, and the teleportation location usually has a significant error.
Whether to use the teleportation gate, with gem magic and magma crystal energy supply, entering the semi-plane without magic power consumption, or to use one's magic power and mental power as the price, depends on personal choice.
Then, Garon stored the stone door, Red Flame Staff, and magic gems back into the dimensional space.
Looking out at the snowy world outside the dragon nest, his body moved, transforming into a silver-white light, appearing outside in an instant.
"Rowell, Gresha, prepare yourselves. I plan to visit the magma semi-plane soon."
Hearing Garon's voice, two red dragons excitedly flew out of a dragon nest, looking towards Garon.
"That's great, the weather here is really terrible. We can't wait to enter the magma semi-plane and spread your fame in another world."
Rowell and Gresha were uncomfortable in the far northern ice plains, not their preferred environment. They had been waiting for the day Garon would visit the magma semi-plane, now very excited, soaring into the sky, their dragon wings wrapped in flames, circling in the air.
Garon also informed the two high-ranking spellcasters, asking them to prepare to join him.
The seventh-ring Enchantment Mage aside, eighth-ring Krichton, being the strongest among all Garon's subordinates so far, with his rich knowledge, broad experience, and having seen much of the world, could provide a lot of help to Garon.
Then, Garon flapped his wings, flying thousands of meters into the sky, towards the direction of the white crystal mine in the howling wind.
Again recommending the martial arts master's book "Martial Arts: Starting with a Full-Level Divine Skill," touching ten thousand tentacles, top of the martial arts list, I'll try to catch up after I'm not busy.
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