Rebirth as a Time Dragon

Noah Continent, Great Northern Tundra.

At some point, the perpetual night that enveloped the tundra vanished, replaced by a faint, ambient light even without the sun's presence. However, with a blizzard rolling in, the endless cascade of snowflakes and biting winds kept the tundra dim, even during the polar day. The resilient creatures of the tundra hunkered down in their lairs to escape the storm, making the entire icy landscape appear desolate and lifeless.

Meanwhile, perched atop the icy cliffs, the silver dragon opened his brilliant platinum eyes, observing the storm and snowfall.

Garon lifted his head, taking a deep breath of the pure, cold air of the Great Northern Tundra. His gaze was sharp and profound.

"The Wild God should be arriving soon," he mused. "But where exactly will it descend?"

No matter where the Wild God chose to invade on Noah Continent, Garon could reach it instantly.

After a brief moment of thought, Garon closed his eyes again. Above his head, the crown of thorns and the horn of the Contract Dragon glowed faintly, processing and accepting information from various worlds. Although his true form remained on Noah Continent, Garon kept tabs on the wider multiverse, staying current with the flow of events beyond his immediate surroundings.

During the half-year Garon had spent on Noah Continent after leaving Dragon Court, the world had remained largely unchanged.

Half a year was barely a blink of an eye in the perspective of a god. Even with the impending threat of the Wild Gods, the multiverse continued its usual rhythms without disruption—a common occurrence.

"But if nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is about to happen," Garon thought, narrowing his eyes.

As the time approached for the Wild God to destroy Noah Continent, Garon repeatedly tried to peer into the future. However, each attempt was met with obfuscation due to the involvement of entities more powerful than himself, leaving his visions unclear.

Now, the moment was fast approaching.

Suddenly, Garon's pupils contracted as he received information from another material world.

On the material plane, Ferril Continent.

What had been a sunny and peaceful day abruptly turned into turmoil as countless dark clouds gathered and swirled, brimming with a sense of oppression and destruction. Within seconds, under the bewildered gaze of countless creatures, thick, inky-black raindrops began to pour down from the heavens, as if an invisible hand of darkness was pressing down on the earth.

In a certain forest, a thunder wolf sensed the sudden moisture and oppressive air, instinctively lifting its head.

Its eyes reflected the dense, ink-like rain.

Sizzle!

A single drop struck the thunder wolf's forehead.

In an instant, its fur, known for its considerable resilience, sizzled as if burned by strong acid.

The wolf howled in pain and fled through the forest, but the deadly rain was everywhere. In moments, the wolf, the forest's apex predator, was covered in wounds, forced to cower in the crevices of a mountain, trembling.

The frantic cries of countless creatures, combined with the sizzle of the corrosive rain scouring the world, created a cacophony of despair.

In densely populated areas, such as the capitals of nations, the rain fell like a black waterfall, causing massive casualties in a very short time.

Local champions tried to erect magical barriers, but under this terrifying force, they were powerless, only able to hold out for a brief respite.

Those who worshipped the gods began to pray.

Thus, the first material world to be assaulted by the Wild Gods drew the simultaneous attention of many deities.

In the Heroic Realm, the Pantheon.

The avatars of the gods became active, their divine light shining brightly as they communicated with one another.

"The Wild Gods are becoming bold, attacking the material worlds directly."

"The light of the gods must not be defied. I will deal with this Wild God who dares to challenge our power!"

Many gods voiced their willingness to descend and handle the Wild Gods, to demonstrate their divine might and remind all beings that the dominion of the gods could not be questioned and that the Wild Gods were relics of the past.

At that moment, more pleas and prayers from other material worlds flooded the gods' senses.

Numerous Wild Gods had launched simultaneous assaults on the material plane.

The desperate prayers and cries for help from countless creatures filled the air, causing the gods to become solemn.

"Invading the material plane, aiming to destroy the material world, the Wild Gods are attempting to shake the very foundation of our divine power."

Not all deities were like Io or Annam, top-tier gods who did not rely heavily on faith.

The destruction wrought by the Wild Gods would severely undermine the gods' sources of faith, a bottom line they could not tolerate.

"Comrades, the Wild Gods have declared war and chosen our battlefield."

"They desire war, so let us give them war. Let them understand who the true rulers of the multiverse are."

"They lost the First Dawn War; this time will be no different."

The calm and rational voice of the Nine-Faced Dragon God echoed in the Pantheon, carrying a soothing power that steadied the gods' somewhat agitated minds.

The gods' exchanges occurred in an instant.

With the Wild Gods' large-scale invasion of the material plane confirmed, one by one, the gods descended to confront them.

From the perspective of mortals on the material plane looking up at the sky, if they were fortunate enough, they might witness countless meteors streaking across the heavens. Each falling star represented a descending god.

"Indeed, this is not just an attack on Noah Continent."

Back in the Great Northern Tundra, the silver dragon's expression grew solemn, his gaze steely.

Without any formal declaration, the Second Dawn War, using the material plane as its battlefield, had suddenly erupted. In an instant, countless lives were lost to the power of the Wild Gods' descent.

Garon stood up, narrowing his eyes, extending his senses to encompass all of Noah Continent.

Meanwhile.

In the southern kingdoms, within the hilly region of the Kingdom of Shamo, it was nighttime.

The sky was clear, with stars shining brightly, and the moonlight bathed the land like a silvery flood.

The Kingdom of Shamo had no curfew, and its citizens, nobles, and high-ranking spellcasters filled the bustling, brightly lit streets.

At that moment, a spellcaster paused and furrowed his brow.

"It seems the moonlight has suddenly dimmed."

He looked up, his eyes glowing with elemental light, scanning the sky.

In the next instant, his expression changed drastically.

In his vision, the fluffy clouds that had been floating against the velvet night sky had transformed into strange clouds of sand.

He glanced down and noticed the marble-paved streets were now covered with sand, moving as if alive, and multiplying rapidly.

Whoosh!

A strong wind blew.

Before countless horrified eyes, the world abruptly changed.

A fierce wind carrying endless yellow sand arose from nowhere, turning the entire world into a gray, dust-filled realm. Visibility was obscured, and senses were dulled; all that could be seen was the swirling sandstorm.

From a broader perspective, a colossal sandstorm had erupted, covering thousands of miles, sweeping across the land. Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass remained. Mountains, trees, birds, and beasts were all transformed into sand.

A spellcaster encased himself in an elemental shield, attempting to venture into the storm to investigate.

Whoosh!

A gust of sand enveloped him like a living entity.

The shield flickered briefly before shattering, and the spellcaster within was consumed by the sandstorm.

In seconds, his clothing, staff, and even his body were assimilated into sand. As the wind blew, he was reduced to lifeless grains, merging into the endless sand.

"Is this the end of the world? What is this?" 

Watching the approaching sandstorm, the people of the Kingdom of Shamo panicked like ants on a hot griddle.

The kingdom's outer defenses, glowing with magical light, disintegrated instantly upon contact with the sandstorm, as if snow had met fire. Protective barriers that could withstand multiple attacks from legendary beings dissolved in moments under this unknown calamity.

Seeing this, many were driven to despair.

In their desperation, some recalled the kingdom's guardian dragon.

It was said that the illustrious dragon of eternity and time, now famous across the multiverse, was born on the small Noah Continent and had once made a pact with a leader of the Kingdom of Shamo, agreeing to become its guardian dragon.

A statue of the Dragon of Eternity and Time still stood proudly in the heart of Shamo.

Though many of the younger generation doubted their small kingdom's connection to such a powerful dragon god, in this critical moment, they instinctively prayed to the Dragon of Eternity and Time, clinging to this last hope like drowning men grasping at straws.

"Leader of dragons, king of the Heroic Realm, great Dragon of Eternity and Time."

"We offer our faith; please hear our humble pleas and protect us with your mighty power."

It was a desperate plea.

No one truly believed their prayers would be answered.

Yet, just as the despair reached its peak and the terrifying sandstorm loomed before their eyes, time itself seemed to slow down.

At first, people thought it was a trick of their frightened minds until time slowed to a complete standstill. Every grain of sand, suspended in the air, formed a strange and beautiful tableau.

In the ripples of the River of Time, the majestic form of the silver dragon emerged from nothingness, becoming solid.

With a crown-like set of imposing horns and a thorny crown representing the hero king, the dragon's gaze was deep and vast,

 observing the boundless sandstorm with profound wisdom.

Simultaneously.

A pair of amber eyes, formed from sand, emerged from the storm, locking onto the silver dragon's eyes.

"Destructive Sandstorm, King of the Desert, Akaluen."

Garon spoke the name of the being before him.

"You know me. Your knowledge is commendable."

The eyes in the sandstorm held a haughty gaze, radiating the power of ancient primordial force.

"I was born with the universe, wielding primal power. Kneel before me, young one, and I may spare your life."

Akaluen's voice was rough, like the grinding of sand.

Hearing this, Garon was momentarily taken aback, then laughed softly, his fangs gleaming with a cold light.

It seemed this entity did not fully understand who he was facing.

"Primordial being... As it happens, my collection needs more of such primordial entities to complete it."

"You'll do just fine as part of my collection."

Garon's gaze turned icy as he spoke.

In response, the entire sandstorm seethed and roared, reflecting Akaluen's anger.

"Arrogant little creature! Be buried in the wind, dissolve into the sand, and become one with me."

*Desert Domain!*

Boom!

Mountains crumbled, the ground sank layer by layer, and the sky was shrouded in dust. In an instant, under the dry, howling winds, both the sky and the earth transformed into a world of sand. This was not another dimension or an illusion; it was the material world forcibly reshaped.

Every grain of sand, every breath of wind, carried Akaluen's will, brimming with destructive and annihilating power.

Simultaneously, the Kingdom of Shamo, too close to the epicenter, was engulfed in the endless sand. Its people had no time to react before becoming part of the desert.

Garon could have prevented this.

But he chose not to.

In the material world, facing an equal-level Wild God, being overly cautious would hinder Garon's performance.

Moreover, by swiftly defeating Akaluen, Garon could reverse time. As long as the battle didn't drag on too long, he could restore Noah Continent to its former state.

"In the endless sands, I am invincible."

Akaluen's voice echoed through the sandy world.

Buzz. The swirling sand gathered, merging with the wind to form a towering sand giant a thousand meters tall.

For such a massive entity to appear in the material world was a fearsome sight.

"Tiny creatures, tremble and despair under the grandeur of my sandy form!"

The sand giant raised its arm, gripping the wind and sand to form a spear. With a proud expression, it strode towards the silver dragon.

On the other side, Garon stood tall, wings outstretched, his expression calm and unmoved by the display of power.

The waters of the River of Time surged towards the silver dragon's body.

*Titanic Form!*

Defying the material world's constraints, Garon's dragon form swelled explosively, like a sponge soaking up water.

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