Rebirth as a Time Dragon

After the appearance of the Star Forging Dragon King and the subsequent defeat of the Void, the matter of the Void creatures on the continent of Valoran was settled. Having witnessed firsthand the terrifying existence far stronger than themselves, the demigods of intelligence felt an urgent sense of crisis and began to crave power more deeply.

Faith became a convenient means of gaining power.

Especially in the current barbaric continent, where the faith of intelligent creatures was just beginning to sprout, and civilization was still in its infancy. As long as the demigods were willing to protect the intelligent creatures, they could harvest strong and devout faith without needing any doctrines or temples—simply providing protection was enough.

In such a scenario, the demigods began to see each other as competitors.

Though the battle for faith had not officially begun, the tension between the demigods was growing with each passing day. Minor frictions that could have been ignored were being magnified, and conflicts were deepening.

Volibear and Ornn, already possessing lesser divine powers, would undoubtedly deliver devastating blows in the impending war. However, due to the restrictions of the primary material world's rules, they couldn't easily handle a coordinated attack by multiple demigods.

But this was no longer of concern to Garon.

He couldn't stay on the continent of Valoran, waiting for a war that had yet to begin. Even if he initiated the war of faith, there were simply too many demigods, and ending the war would not be an easy or quick task.

"Fourth brother, don't worry, just leave at ease."

"Hmph, the status and power of our Four Pillars Sect have always surpassed other deities since its establishment."

Volibear's voice was rather excited, surrounded by thunder, full of battle intent.

"Besides, you are too strong. If you stay here, how can I, your second brother, have any chance to show my prowess?"

"I want to fully enjoy the pleasure of war and yearn to tear apart the fragile bodies and souls of my enemies!"

Ornn, standing beside Garon, also said, "The continent of Valoran is our world. Volibear and I can handle the upcoming matters. However, if we encounter insurmountable difficulties, we won't hesitate to ask for your help."

Garon nodded lightly and said, "Alright, I wish both of you success in becoming the overlords of the continent of Valoran, and let the name of the Four Pillars Sect spread throughout the land."

"As for Anivia, I'll send her back to the Furnace after the fact."

The faith in the main timeline had already been divided. Anivia was better suited to develop in this timeline. If she stayed in the main timeline, it would only waste her advantages.

"Send her back. At the very least, here on the continent of Valoran, we have enough power to protect her."

Ornn and Volibear also missed the lively and mischievous Anivia. 

In fact, the relationship among these three siblings was full of conflicts due to their different personalities, with Anivia often playing the role of mediator.

"When you two grow up, I will also need your assistance in my timeline."

In this newly born barbaric era, although dangerous, faith was too easily obtained. Proactively seeking faith and with the initial gains and Garon's assistance, the Four Pillars Sect could develop at an unimaginable speed.

Thus, under the protection of the Four Pillars Sect, Garon's divine spirit could be safely born.

The two future first-generation deities, once grown, could also become a great help.

After saying goodbye, Garon left the continent of Valoran and returned to the main timeline.

In the first layer of the Realm of Heroes, the Sky Garden, the Hall of Heroes.

In the dragon nest space within the Hall of Heroes, the silver dragon's body emerged from the splashing waters of the River of Time. In an instant, the chains of rules within the Hall of Heroes trembled, seemingly cheering in joy for the return of the Lord of Heroes.

"Ah? Garon, you're back."

"How are Ornn and Volibear?"

Inside the dragon nest, the ice phoenix, who had reverted to her ten-meter form, poked her head out from a treasure tree made of gold and silver jewels, immediately inquiring upon seeing Garon's return.

"They're fine."

"Naga Kaporos is also dead by my hand."

"The Void creatures that invaded the continent of Valoran have been resealed and will be quiet for a long time."

Garon looked down at the small ice phoenix.

"That's good, that's good."

"Hey, what are those Void creatures you mentioned? Those purple monsters?"

The silver dragon nodded lightly and said, "You can ask Ornn and Volibear for details when you return to the continent of Valoran."

Anivia blinked, flapping her wings against her head, and said, "But I still want to stay here with you for a while longer. Knowing they're safe makes me feel at ease."

Garon explained, "A war of faith is imminent, and the Four Pillars Sect needs you."

"Moreover, faith cannot cross timelines easily. Without faith, your recovery speed here with me will be very slow."

After listening to Garon, Anivia thought for a moment and said, "I understand. Since Ornn and Volibear need me, I'll go back soon and visit you when I have the chance."

Then, Garon skillfully opened the Gate of Time and Space, precisely locating the Furnace, and sent Anivia back.

After glancing at the now empty dragon nest and sensing the situation outside, the dragon's figure disappeared in a flash and reappeared outside the Hall of Heroes.

Around the towering peak where the Hall of Heroes stood, in the surrounding space, ten demigod-level spirits were besieging an invisible giant dragon, creating a spectacular battle scene, with the entire sky filled with radiant, complex energy lights.

The invisible giant dragon being besieged was Yuna.

Yuna had suppressed her strength to the demigod level, fighting the ten spirits and still maintaining a steady advantage.

A sturdy spirit wielding a pitch-black giant axe leaped high into the sky, gripping the axe with both hands. Although still thousands of meters away from Yuna, he aimed and fiercely slashed towards Yuna's body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The pitch-black giant axe, an artifact of the spirit, grew larger and larger during the downward slash, turning into a mountain-sized axe, its blade sharp and gleaming with a cold light.

Faced with such an attack, Yuna did not dodge but instead curiously lifted her head to meet it.

Clang!

It was as if metal clashed against metal, and the sound of metal colliding echoed through the sky, deafening.

The mountain-sized giant axe's sharp blade landed on the invisible giant dragon's forehead, but the dragon remained unmoved, its scales uncracked. The spirit, on the other hand, felt a tremendous counterforce, unable to suppress it no matter how hard he tried, causing the artifact to be directly bounced off.

The counterforce extended along the giant axe to the spirit's body, shattering it into pieces and collapsing.

"Hehe, how about my reverse force field?"

Yuna winked at the watching silver dragon, laughing.

On the surface of Yuna's scales, almost undetectably close to the scales, was a layer of reverse force field, capable of reversing the enemy's attacks. If it was a ranged attack, it would be sent back the same way; if it was a melee weapon, the powerful counterforce would backfire.

Garon had experienced this during their battle for family status in the starry sky.

"Improved a bit."

Hearing Garon's praise, Yuna's dragon face curved into a proud smile.

"My lord, welcome back."

The remaining nine spirits simultaneously ceased fighting, bowed their heads to Garon, and said.

"Hey, hey, hey, keep fighting. I'm not done playing yet."

Yuna called out in dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Garon's eyes gleamed, and he grinned at the spirits, saying, "Loyal spirits of mine, show me your true power. Whoever leaves a mark on my companion, I will bestow a name upon."

Hearing this, the spirits' breathing grew heavy.

"As you command!"

Yuna swung her slender, agile dragon tail slightly, saying dismissively, "Leave a mark on me? Hmph, let's see if they can break my reverse force field first."

"Even if I control my reverse force field to the demigod level, it's not something these spirits can break."

Then, Yuna proactively charged at the eager spirits.

The battle was almost one-sided.

No matter what kind of weapon the spirits wielded, they seemed unable to break the reverse force field, and their attacks were even bounced back, causing self-harm. In Yuna's aggressive attacks, within just a few minutes, only one spirit remained out of the nine.

A human archer, the farthest from Yuna.

This spirit, with a young face and hands full of cut marks, had deep, weathered eyes, as if honed by countless battles.

His artifact was a wooden longbow.

The longbow was plain, as if made from the most ordinary wood, without any luster, very inconspicuous.

Looking at this last spirit, Garon, as the Lord of Spirits, instantly saw through his life's experiences.

This was a hunter born in a world without magic, who joined the army as an archer during a national crisis. In a brutal defensive battle, he single-handedly killed nearly a hundred enemies, striking fear into their hearts, until he exhausted his last bit of strength and died. After becoming a spirit in the Realm of Heroes, he gradually

 rose to the demigod level.

Looking at the spirit's artifact, Garon smiled and said to Yuna, "Yuna, if you're not serious, your force field might get broken."

Garon believed that spirits were worth cultivating.

Because some of their accompanying artifacts indeed possessed considerable power.

Hearing Garon, Yuna turned to look at the spirit archer, then said to Garon, "Alright, let him try."

Meanwhile, Garon gazed at the spirit and said, "Soldier, show me your full strength and prove your power to me."

The spirit responded, "Thank you for your trust, my lord. I will not disappoint you."

Taking a deep breath, the spirit's gaze became sharp, his aura fierce, like a fully drawn bow.

Under Garon and Yuna's watchful eyes, the spirit's fingers grasped the bowstring, seemingly bearing immense pressure, slowly drawing the longbow artifact. A sharp energy formed an unassuming wooden arrow, just like his longbow.

As he drew the bowstring, the spirit chanted softly, his body covered in cracks, becoming transparent, with only his determined eyes remaining sharp.

"Glorious and radiant Lord, who bestows upon us wisdom, strength, dignity, and honor."

"Please witness, witness my faith, my strength, my life, everything I have!"

His fingers released.

The spirit's body completely vanished.

The wooden arrow disappeared without a trace, leaving no sound or light.

At the same time.

A faint, crisp sound echoed.

"Huh?"

Yuna looked down and saw a small crack in the reverse force field on her shoulder, surrounded by fissures. An arrow had penetrated the reverse force field and firmly embedded itself in her scales, causing a slight pain.

Though it was a self-sacrificial, long-charged shot.

The spirit indeed broke through the reverse force field.

"Impressive."

Yuna praised.

Even though she had suppressed her strength, Yuna's essence was that of a lesser god, and as a legendary dragon, she was inherently formidable. Breaking her defense was a remarkable achievement for a non-deity spirit.

Then, Garon gathered life energy and resurrected the fallen spirit.

"My lord."

Under the silver dragon's gaze, the spirit knelt on one knee, lowering his head.

"I have witnessed your determination and strength."

"Now, with the authority of the Lord of Spirits, I bestow upon you the name Krosst."

The moment he received the name, life energy from the Realm of Heroes gathered, continuously entering the archer's body, enhancing his power.

Garon looked around at the other spirits, who were gazing enviously, and said, "My warriors, continue to hone yourselves. In the future, true battles await you. Then, I will bestow names upon the brave and exceptional among you as rewards."

The previous name given to Alphax was somewhat hasty, out of experimentation.

This time, naming based on performance was the proper way.

Even spirits had varied personalities, and this could increase their enthusiasm.

Nameless spirits, deep down, all yearned to be named by the Lord of Spirits and be recognized.

Spirits were the main fighting force in the Realm of Heroes. With their immortal characteristics and diverse artifact abilities, well-trained spirits would be an excellent army, and Garon would not waste them.

Afterwards, the spirits trained even more vigorously.

Yuna and Garon returned to the dragon nest.

After a passionate encounter, Yuna curiously asked about Garon's experiences in the other timeline. Garon shared his journey with his companion.

"The Abyss is actually the justice enforcer of the multiverse."

"The upper planes like Mount Celestia are the gathering places of evil. How interesting."

The force dragoness shook her head, unable to contain her laughter.

"Justice and evil have no clear definition."

"Viewed from different perspectives, they indeed differ completely."

The silver dragon's claw lightly brushed Yuna's diamond-like smooth scales.

As they talked, due to Garon's restless movements, the atmosphere in the dragon nest became intimate again.

With the boundless energy of true dragons, they continued to fulfill the dragon policy of procreation.

A long time later, the dragon nest in the Hall of Heroes finally calmed down.

Garon then contacted several dragon gods, explaining the situation in the Realm of Heroes, and left the Hall of Heroes to head to the Dragon Court plane.

___________________

(Support with power stones, comments or reviews)

If you guys enjoy this story, In support me on Patreon and get access to +200 advance Chapters

Read Ahead

Patreon.com/INNIT