A month later, in the cold weather of a heavy snowfall, the far northern ice plains remained as cold and silent as ever. Clad in a silver coat, with utter silence all around, various creatures struggled to survive amidst the blizzard, carefully braving the storm.
Within the quiet dragon nest atop a thousand-foot ice cliff, a sudden overwhelming dragon aura burst forth. The dragon aura erupted, centering from the dragon nest, sweeping across in all directions like a storm, continuously sweeping over every creature within the territory. The powerful dragon aura even directly burst out of the ice cliff territory, extending towards the outer snowy ice plains.
Outside the territory, any creature touched by the dragon aura instantly shrank its pupils, as if seeing some terrifying creature, becoming stiff and unable to move, with the weaker ones collapsing on the spot, their eyes glazed over.
The subjects within the territory looked up towards the direction of the dragon nest with awe in their eyes. At the same time, the snowflakes falling from the sky seemed to pause for a moment, and the movements of the creatures in the snowy world below also stiffened for a moment, though they knew nothing of it.
This included a red dragon that had already settled nearby and two high-ranking spellcasters.
As time passed, the rolling dragon aura gradually receded, slowly retracting back into the dragon nest. The subjects within the territory returned to calm, but the awe in their eyes lingered for a long time.
In a newly built cottage, which was small but quite exquisite, Fred, who appeared young in his twenties but was actually over fifty, sighed, "Lord Garon, your strength has grown stronger again."
Beside him, Krichton sipped some hot water, "As expected of the legendary Time Dragon. It is indeed a good thing for us to serve the Time Dragon."
Fred nodded in agreement, "Indeed, let's dedicate ourselves wholeheartedly to our tasks for the next ten years."
"After ten years, even if we wish to continue serving, this lord might not even regard us anymore."
Krichton and Fred both smiled.
They looked towards the direction of the ice cliff dragon nest, where elemental light madly surged and converged, forming a scene akin to a deep-sea vortex, and within that vortex, undoubtedly, was that mysterious and powerful Time Dragon.
Inside the ice cliff dragon nest, a giant beast with silver-white scales intermingled with specks of silver-gray slowly opened its eyes.
A pair of platinum dragon eyes shone brilliantly, dazzling and splendid.
The silver dragon's body slowly moved, its massive dragon wings, spanning thirty-six meters, gently lifted and stretched to the sides, nearly touching the ice crystal walls of the spacious dragon nest.
"Hmm, slept for over a month."
The last trace of grogginess cleared from his mind, and Garon's gaze swiftly shifted from vacant to a calm clarity.
Having had the experience of using the Dragon Soul Stone, leading to significant growth in size and appearance, he looked at his new appearance reflected in the ice crystals through the light, feeling much calmer than before.
Silver-white and silver-gray intertwined dragon scales, a more solid and heavy faceplate, and a giant dragon body about thirty-one meters long from head to tail. The massive life force directly grew Garon from a super-large dragon body to a giant dragon over thirty meters.
The mountain of treasures beneath him, now compared to Garon's body, looked like a small mound.
However, it was still barely enough for him to lie on.
The main material plane suppresses the size of true dragons, such a giant size, if it were a white dragon, would at least require an ancient dragon to reach, while for red and silver dragons, it would be elder dragons over six hundred years old, barely reaching giant dragon size.
Other races judge the strength of true dragons mainly through their size.
A true dragon around thirty meters in size, if not for any accidents, is almost certainly legendary in strength, and not just any legend. Ordinary legendary professionals would need three or four to compete with a legendary true dragon.
Such level of true dragons have scales far harder than hardened steel, a single move can cause massive destruction, and in terms of magic resistance, spells below high level shouldn't hope to affect them.
High-level spells also have very limited lethality.
"The scales have more silver-gray in them, but the primary color is still silver-white dragon scales."
"It looks more steady and profound."
Garon lifted his front right limb.
Underneath the silver dragon scales, muscles forged like steel were distributed, revealing a powerful beauty.
On the wrist of the right claw, there was a ring of tiny black dragon scales, interlocking and forming a black scale ring, with a faint mysterious charm, whereas the left dragon claw did not have this ring of black scales.
"Neck area, from the shoulder blades to the chest, and the right claw wrist."
Garon examined himself, showing a pleased expression.
He had gained a third ring of black scales.
This indicated another significant growth in his body.
Garon was very aware of his physical condition.
The dragon heritage he received was not only from white dragons but also from time dragons.
In fact, each dragon's heritage is not completely the same.
True dragons becoming the undisputed top creatures of the main material plane, the importance of dragon heritage goes without saying. Parent dragons will select their knowledge, combat skills, some spell applications, understanding of the world, etc., carefully choosing them to be put into the dragon heritage, then passed on to the next generation.
For example, red dragons, their dragon heritage, without exception, emphasizes their status as the king of evil dragons.
From the moment they receive their dragon heritage, red dragons know they are destined to become top predators, hence their arrogance and pride are the strongest among all evil dragons.
Of course, all true dragons, dragon heritage essentially emphasizes their species' innate strength, leading all true dragons to be proud, including metal dragons and gem dragons, although their form of pride differs from that of evil dragons.
Ordinary true dragon heritages generally contain records of legendary dragon species, but they are very scant.
However, the first time Garon used Time Dragon Reversal, the dragon heritage given to him by his future self was much more specific.
A young stage Time Dragon is a giant dragon.
"Now, although I'm not yet four years old, in terms of physical growth, I should have passed the wyrmling stage and entered the young dragon stage."
Garon caressed his matte dragon horns, pondering quietly.
"Just not sure if I can beat Halis without using Time Dragon Reversal now."
Garon thought for a moment, recalling Halis's performance, and couldn't help shaking his head.
"At the time when Halis first appeared, I might have been able to fight him."
"But in the state where he absorbed a lot of life essence and souls, I'm probably still not his match."
In the end, Halis was as he said, infinitely close to a demigod.
The Blood Sacrifice Deification Ceremony was only missing the last step of condensing the divine nature.
"If it weren't for me, many planes would probably have added another deity."
Although demigods are the weakest true gods, without a doubt, demigods wield transcendent divine power, no longer belonging to the same species as legendary creatures.
Garon clicked his tongue, mourning Halis for a second.
"My mental strength has improved, but not as much as my physique, after all, the Life Stone provides nothing but vitality."
Garon checked his condition, noting this. His mental strength had also increased, but compared to the changes in his body, this increase seemed minor, just stimulated a bit during the body's growth.
"A month has passed, the impurities in Halis's soul crystal should have been removed by now."
Halis's soul crystal was not a single piece but several shattered, crystal-like solid fragments, formed by the mental strength of a legendary spellcaster, capable of directly manipulating elemental energy to form spells without incantations or casting processes.
After Garon obtained these fragment crystals from the Command Chest, he handed them to Krichton and Fred to remove the death magic and evil consciousness within.
Although Halis was strong, he was already dead.
With the strength of a high-ranking spellcaster, spending some time and energy, it is possible to remove the impurities.
The giant dragon body slowly stood up, leaving the pile of gold coins, gems, and other treasures.
Stepping onto the smooth ice crystal floor, Garon exerted a little force.
Crackling sounds followed under Garon's claws, like branching lightning, the cracks appeared immediately, unable to withstand Garon's strength.
He looked around, glancing a few times.
"This dragon nest seems a bit small now."
Garon shook his head slightly.
Growing too fast also has its troubles.
Ordinary true dragons might need to expand their dragon nests every few decades or even a century to accommodate their growing bodies.
But for Garon, this time was shortened to less than a year.
The dragon nest, which was spacious enough for him, now seemed a bit cramped again, and he had already greatly expanded it once after the last time he awoke from slumber.
He thought it would last a while longer, but now it needed to be expanded again.
But this time, he didn't need to do it himself.
"Leave it to the subjects."
Garon withdrew his gaze, stepping to the edge of the dragon nest, looking out over the endless far northern ice plains.
The white, crystal-clear snowflakes fell from the sky, swirling in the cold wind, gently landing on the ground, covering the surface below with a thick layer of snow, like silver dust.
Although it was a polar day, the visibility on the far northern ice plains was very low due to the snowfall.
Garon looked at the flying snow, his dragon wings slowly spreading, then suddenly flapping.
Boom!
An explosive sound echoed in the air, the powerful flapping of dragon wings created a pressure like an air cannon, pushing all the flying snow in front of it away, forming a blank area not occupied by the flying snow.
"My body's strength has also increased a lot."
"If this hit the ice cliff hard, my dragon nest might just collapse."
Garon nodded in satisfaction, shaking his head slightly.
Then, he leaped, his body immediately falling under the force of gravity.
Just before touching the ground, his dragon wings flapped violently again.
Boom!
The ground snow was shaken away by the strong force, revealing a circular area of brown frozen soil below.
The silver dragon soared into the sky, the resonating sound of flapping wings in the air, like the earth's helpless sigh.
Soon, Garon arrived at the ice river tribe where the far northern ice spirits lived.
The two high-ranking spellcasters now lived here.
They were very interested in the far northern ice spirits, a type of elemental life.
The moment Garon appeared, the far northern ice spirits in the ice river tribe fervently expressed their respect towards Garon.
As the subjects who had followed Garon the longest, the ice river tribe witnessed Garon's growth every time, knowing the true dragon master's strength the best. Because Garon treated his subjects relatively well, not treating them like slaves or directly eating them as reserve food like other dragons, they had been subdued by him both physically and mentally.
"Great Eternal Dragon, your silver brilliance will cover the entire far northern ice plains."
The far northern ice spirits looked at the silver dragon in the snowstorm, their voices filled with awe.
Garon nodded slightly, his gaze passing over the far northern ice spirits, focusing on the two humans.
In such snowy weather, Krichton and Fred were only wearing seemingly thin robes, and they had not cast any spells to resist the harsh temperatures, yet their complexions appeared quite rosy.
Many people think spellcasters have weak bodies.
In fact, this is a big misconception.
Weak bodies simply cannot withstand the power of the elements. Although they are not comparable to warriors of the same level, spellcasters' bodies far exceed ordinary people, their bodies constantly bathed and stimulated by magic power.
With the body of a high-ranking spellcaster, killing a strong bull with one punch is no problem.
If they were willing to give up their staffs, pick up swords, wear armor, they could compete with tall, muscular ogres. Of course, this kind of brute force behavior is considered heretical in the eyes of spellcasters.
"Krichton, Fred, how is the processing of Halis's soul crystal?"
Garon went straight to the point, asking.
"We have removed the impurities and filth for you."
Elemental light shone on them.
Then, under the wrapping of the mage's hand, some crystal-like broken pieces slowly rose, emitting a strange, captivating faint glow.
These soul crystals fell into Garon's dragon claws.
There were more than twenty pieces, all crystal clear, with a faint glow.
He examined them for a moment, then nodded, "Well done."
The pure soul power on them, although not as much as the Life Stone, was still rich enough to elevate Garon's mental power to a new level.
"We are pleased to serve you."
Krichton and Fred smiled.
After obtaining the soul crystals, Garon returned to his somewhat cramped dragon nest, lying on his small mountain of treasures.
Immediately, his platinum dragon eyes closely watched a crystal fragment, concentrating his thoughts, his mental power condensing into threads, slowly reaching out.
When Garon's mental power touched the crystal fragment, his mind suddenly felt a cool, refreshing sensation, as if injected with a stimulant, his spirit refreshed, and the crystal fragment slowly shrank.
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