Aside from the growth in its aura, the belly of the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon slightly bulged in an arc.
Normally, even when pregnant, a dragon's body does not show significant changes. However, since the bulge was small and serpent dragons tend to be careless with low intelligence, it did not pay much attention to this subtle change in its body without feeling anything abnormal.
The Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon, which was coiled up peacefully, suddenly lifted its head.
A large and a small silver dragon appeared in its vision.
One was covered in silver scales, while the other was interwoven with silver-white and silver-gray, also adorned with rings of black scales.
Garon, accompanied by Luna, found the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon.
"Lord Garon, why have you come again?"
The Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon greeted them with a joyful gaze.
Garon cut to the chase, informing the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon about the original Sun God and the Church of Light, advising it to leave the Bone Wasteland.
This place had clearly become a land of trouble, very dangerous.
"I feel okay, thank you for your concern, but I don't plan to leave."
The Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon hesitated, then tactfully declined Garon's suggestion after some hesitation.
For the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon, the Bone Wasteland was paradise. It had never tasted more delicious undead creatures elsewhere, and the speed of its strength increase here made it reluctant to leave, anticipating becoming a legendary creature soon.
Such temptation decided it to take the risk and stay.
Garon had nothing more to say.
The Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon was neither his subordinate nor his kin; there was no obligation for it to heed his advice.
He was merely offering a friendly warning, considering the rarity of serpent dragons and the fact that the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon was pregnant.
"Since you've decided, then be extra careful."
Garon shook his head and placed a temporal mark on the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon before leaving.
"Rest assured, with the great Night Serpent watching over serpent dragons, I fear nothing."
The Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon, oblivious to this, hissed with its tongue and bid farewell to Garon, then continued to lie in its deep pit nest, falling asleep on a bed made of undead remains.
Garon flew to high altitudes, with Luna following closely behind.
The gleam of their silver scales shone brightly in the gloomy Bone Wasteland, attracting attacks from numerous undead birds.
These brainless undead creatures, not realizing the vast difference between themselves and true dragons, attacked them in a suicidal manner with wings made of rotting flesh.
Garon used wind magic, shredding the flock of undead birds with sharp blades of wind, raining down rotten flesh and blood.
Luna frowned deeply at the disgusting and bloody scene.
The two dragons did not linger in the Bone Wasteland, quickly leaving the area to return to the land covered by moonlight and starlight, heading back to the far north ice field.
"I've never heard of this original Sun God before, and there's no record of him in my dragon lineage."
Luna, recalling the Pope's words, showed a worried expression.
She was concerned about Nehemiah.
Even ancient silver dragons, as powerful as they are, are not strong enough to wrestle with deities, not even ancient silver dragons.
"Hundreds of Wild Gods have fought and died in battles with the gods, and my lineage only records about a dozen Wild Gods."
"It's normal not to have heard of him. Such ancient and primal beings are often forgotten in the long history of time unless they are very active."
Garon responded.
The Night Serpent mentioned by the Stone Tomb Serpent Dragon, a being revered by many serpent dragons, is actually a Wild God.
It is said to have been born from the world's first nightmare of destruction, embodying nightmares and darkness.
Some dragon scholars believe that serpent dragons are the twisted products of the Night Serpent's nightmares, favored by Him as His blood descendants.
"Don't forget, as Elder Nehemiah said, the power of the gods in the multiverse is stronger than that of Wild Gods."
"The Wild Gods are the weaker party. The god worshipped by the Church of Light will not let Him do as He pleases, nor will the Dragon God."
Garon said.
In reality, he didn't quite believe his own words, only saying so to comfort Luna, noticing her concern.
If it were truly easy to deal with, the Pope wouldn't have appeared so vigilant. The most knowledgeable about the original Sun God are not they, the dragons, but the Church of Light, and the Pope's reaction is more convincing than Nehemiah's empty talk.
"Let's hope so."
Luna nodded, her worried expression gradually fading.
After flying and chatting leisurely in the air for a while, the icy world of the far north slowly appeared in Garon and Luna's view.
They crossed the Dragonback Mountains, flying over the far north ice field still under the midnight sun.
When Garon left, the environment of the far north ice field was harsh, engulfed by fierce blizzards everywhere, with a blurring mix of fierce winds and flying snow. However, upon their return with Luna, the weather had improved.
The blizzard subsided, leaving only a few snowflakes falling.
Some silhouettes of ice field creatures could be faintly seen moving on the snowy land.
This cold desert regained a hint of vitality.
After returning to the far north ice field, since Luna's dragon lair was deeper in, and they passed Garon's new fortress on the way, Luna, invited by Garon, transformed into a golden-haired, fair-skinned humanoid and entered the Immortal Fortress.
The space and corridors here could completely accommodate the true bodies of dragons.
However, different dragons have different personalities, and Luna had grown accustomed to maintaining a humanoid body, finding it more convenient.
Following behind Garon's massive dragon body, Luna explored the Immortal Fortress with curious eyes.
"Very nice."
She simply praised.
Then, Luna looked at Garon, "Since you've already solved the difficulties in the Lava Half-Plane, have you been free recently?"
Garon nodded, "Yes, I'm not very busy now."
Luna happily said, "I'll bring Amos and Lilith over in a few days. My mastery of magic is not profound enough to teach them well."
Teaching Amos and Lilith during his free time was an agreement Garon had made with Luna to learn the secrets of the Red Flame Staff.
"Good, bring them over in a few days."
Garon had high-ranking mages like Krichens and Fred under him, who could take care of teaching the children. They already had their own apprentices in the human world and were skilled at instructing young casters.
These two human mages hadn't returned yet.
However, with just a message from Garon, their high-ranking caster abilities would allow them to quickly return to the far north ice field.
Luna, concerned about the two human children she hadn't seen for a while, did not stay long in Garon's fortress, leaving after half an hour.
After she left, the air around them fluctuated, and the figure of the Power Dragon gradually became visible.
"She's a beautiful silver dragon. Is she your friend?"
"It seems you have a good relationship."
The Power Dragon girl inquired.
She had awoken when Garon brought the silver dragon into the fortress and then invisibly observed them, unnoticed by Luna, who was unaware her every move was being watched by a legendary dragon.
"We've known each other for quite some time, living in the far north ice field."
Garon casually replied.
The Power Dragon blinked, then nodded thoughtfully, not pursuing the matter of the silver dragon further.
With the matter of the original Sun God and the Church of Light set aside, life in the far north ice field became peaceful.
Garon transferred some wealth into his main lair, filling it with glittering gold and treasures, including magical items, gems, countless metal coins, and ores. Although it couldn't match the amount in the Lava Half-Plane, it was enough to cover several layers of the ground.
During this time, Yuna didn't stay in Garon's fortress.
Garon had his followers construct a new lair for her nearby.
However, compared to the rudimentary lair, Yuna simply stayed in Garon's dragon lair.
As Garon initially thought, after getting used to the comfort and luxury of the dragon lair, she couldn't tolerate the poor environment of the simple lair, even if the fortress's wealth wasn't hers. At least it was pleasing to the eye and comfortable to lie on.
It's easy to adapt to luxury from frugality, but hard to return to frugality from luxury.
Garon didn't drive Yuna away.
His dragon lair was large enough, and Yuna didn't covet his treasures or do anything to displease him.
Yuna slept soundly, continuously absorbing invisible fields of power energy, steadily enhancing her aura and strengthening her physique.
Garon was also in the dragon lair.
Maintaining his juvenile dragon form, he leaned against Yuna's body, looking down at the spellbook resting on his belly, his dragon claws moving in the air, sketching spell models.
He had learned high-level seventh ring spells in both enchantment and energy shaping.
The seventh ring enchantment and energy shaping spellbooks he had were gradually being mastered by Garon.
Energy shaping spells are self-explanatory, mainly flashy and destructive spells, while among the seventh ring enchantment spells, aside from two planar teleportation spells, Garon also learned a new spatial teleportation spell.
Spatial teleportation doesn't cross crystal walls but teleports within the current material world.
As long as he had sufficient mana and mental power, along with corresponding coordinate anchors in his mind, Garon could open a spatial gate from the far north ice field, reaching the distant seas where Metal Dragon Island is located in one step.
After learning spatial teleportation, long and tedious flights could be skipped.
Garon enjoyed looking down from high altitudes, observing the creatures living on the ground while speeding through the air. He probably wouldn't need spatial teleportation for short and lazy trips, but overall, this spell was quite practical.
As for spells from other schools, Garon's collection of spellbooks was already complete enough for him to learn high-level spells without obstacles.
However, Garon's energy was limited.
He was interested in spells from all schools, but for now, he preferred to master either enchantment or energy shaping to the legendary level first.
With the help of soul crystals, his mental power had reached the level of a legendary caster, but his spell mastery was only at the high-level seventh ring, a significant gap, making Garon feel like he was wasting his legendary mental power.
Time passed, and several familiar dragon auras approached from afar.
Garon lifted his head, his gaze seemingly penetrating the fortress walls to see the outside scene.
The young dragon put away the spellbook, then flapped his wings, returning to his original form as he flew out of the fortress.
In an instant, the silver dragon stood atop the fortress's dome, towering in the howling fierce wind.
Three white figures slowly approached.
Luna hadn't brought the two human children over yet, and a few dragon cubs had received news from the white dragon mother and came here to hunt.
Garon fixed his gaze.
Hill, Tom, Charles, these few young dragons were just over three meters long, smaller than Garon's subordinate winter wolves, and their combat strength was far inferior. The three young dragons combined couldn't defeat a single adult winter wolf.
When the young dragons noticed Garon, they also saw him standing on the ice cliff fortress, his majestic body like a small mountain, far more imposing than the white dragon mother. Just his size alone exerted a tremendous pressure, almost making the young dragons forget to breathe.
Although they couldn't believe it, the familiar aura and appearance told them that this thirty-plus meters long giant dragon was indeed their elder brother.
"Garon, big brother."
After approaching, the three young dragons bowed their heads respectfully and addressed him.
Initially, Garon was only somewhat stronger than them, not enough to inspire awe. Even if they were constantly beaten, they would still often provoke Garon to test his strength.
Now.
As Garon had become the king of the far north ice field, they could only live under the white dragon mother's wing.
Such a vast gap was like a chasm.
They no longer harbored any thoughts of challenging Garon.
"Where's Salya? Did you three come alone?"
Garon frowned.
The intelligent creatures of the far north ice field had all submitted to him, naturally not daring to harm the young dragons under his protection, but there were still many fierce beasts without much intelligence, such as the savage kind and magical creatures.
If they encountered a savage eagle, the three of them would have to say goodbye to the far north ice field.
"Um, mother is sleeping in the dragon lair, she let us come by ourselves."
Hill swayed her little tail, her sweet and tender voice carrying a hint of helplessness.
Garon: . This white dragon mother is beyond saving.
"Langley!"
Garon called out.
The howling cold wind flashed with white light, and in an instant, it arrived at Garon's feet.
"Great Eternal Dragon, please give your command."
This winter wolf leader, sturdy and burly, exuded a powerful aura that frightened the three young dragons, barely visible white scales under his white fur.
"Look after them, don't let them get into trouble, but don't help them hunt either."
"Afterward, arrange for winter wolves to send them off."
Garon didn't like playing babysitter.
But now, he didn't need to do many things himself; such matters could be left to his followers.
These few dragon siblings, for the current him, providing some protection was not a hassle, something he definitely wouldn't have bothered with in the past.
"Understood."
Langley memorized the scent of the three young dragons.
"Um, Garon, big brother, thank you."
Seeing that Garon didn't make things difficult for them but instead had his followers take care of them, the young dragons, after a moment of surprise, expressed their gratitude.
"When you go back, tell Salya to bring you over herself next time."
"We wouldn't dare."
Charles scratched his head, honestly speaking.
Garon looked down at the few young dragon cubs, sternly saying, "Wouldn't dare? Just tell her it's my request."
He was too lazy to manage, yet she left it to him.
How could that be acceptable?
Garon didn't want to indulge the white dragon mother.
Otherwise, with her character, she would only push further and take advantage.
"Okay, we'll tell mother."
The young dragons looked up at Garon with admiration, responding in unison.
Meanwhile, the white dragon mother opened her eyes, sneezed, looked around, and then comfortably closed her eyes again, lying on the sparsely adorned ice crystal bed, falling asleep.
Afterward, under the watchful eye of winter wolves, the three young dragons flapped their wings, searching for suitable prey.
After this minor incident, Garon returned to the main nest of the fortress, observing Yuna up and down.
While sleeping, Yuna used her tail to sweep the surrounding gems and coins towards her, encircling her body. Her scales thus took on the brilliant luster of gems and coins, looking quite enchanting.
True dragons remain somewhat aware of their surroundings even in sleep.
Noticing Garon's approach and gaze, Yuna slowly opened her eyes, revealing clear, light purple pupils.
"Did I sleep for a long time?"
She lazily stretched her dragon wings, then arched her back like a large cat.
"Only a few days, not long."
Garon watched Yuna, carefully observing the subtle movements caused by her actions.
Perhaps due to the influence of power energy, the ripples of the River of Time around Yuna were always more pronounced, easily catching Garon's attention.
"Sleeping surrounded by gems and coins, truly a delightful experience."
Yuna was still not fully rested.
It seemed she could never get enough sleep.
"Want to sleep together?"
"I haven't seen you sleep before."
Yuna blinked, speaking to Garon.
With a sweep of her tail, she cleared a space beside her, inviting Garon to come over and sleep.
Garon shook his head, "Let's sleep later, I have some ideas now and want to delve into the relationship between power energy and the power of time."
Yuna wiggled her body, curiously asking, "How do you plan to do it?"
After a pause, she added, "If it doesn't work well together and fails, don't blame me."
Garon thought for a moment, then carefully said, "This is just a simple trial, don't be nervous."
"I'll release the power of time directly into the River of Time shortly, trying to stir the waters as much as possible, allowing you to also see its changes."
"Then, you'll add power energy to it, just to see if there will be any changes."
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