Dragon Who Controls Time

The quiet and beautiful canyon welcomed a familiar figure.

Garen returned to the location he had arrived at in the beginning, returning to the secluded valley where he had stayed for a long time.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar place, Garen cast a spell, and the ground immediately shook.......... The earth and rocks bulged and changed shape. The rocks turned into bricks and tiles, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a palace-shaped dragon nest.

Looking at the Wizard Tower that the female spellcaster had set up here, Garen thought for a moment and cast another spell, adding layers of magic barriers to the canyon.

Other than the Spell Casters who were at the level of the King of Arcanists, it would be difficult to find this place again.

After doing all this, Garen activated a Time Imprint.

Somewhere in the boundless silver void, on a floating island made of magic crystals, an old man in a white robe with wisps of wisdom in his eyes opened his eyes.

"Iolem, my friend, long time no see."

The time imprint trembled slightly, transmitting Garen's will.

Back then, when Iolem was in the Devil Sunflower Domain, he used the Time Imprint to communicate with Garen secretly to prevent the Ancient Death God from discovering him.

Afterwards, Ioram, who had studied Time Magic for a period of time, safely left Garen's Time Imprint.

"Carl already told me that you're back."

"I'm not in a good condition to leave. Garen, come to the Astral Plane for a chat."

Iolem smiled and gave Garen his coordinates.

After obtaining Iolem's coordinates, Garen's main body did not move. He used the Astral Projection Technique to project his own Spiritual Body into the Astral World.

This method was the spell that most Spell Casters used to go to the astral world.

The time in the astral plane was eternal, and it seemed to be a pure spiritual domain. It was actually easier and faster to go there in a spiritual state than in a physical state.

The dragon's body condensed into form and appeared in the shroud of countless silver lights.

Garen looked left and right. The Astral World was still as magical as ever. Light spots, flowing lights, and rotating lights........... Countless rays of light formed a dazzling silver galaxy, making this place seem as beautiful as a dream.

His gaze was fixed on the crystal floating island at a close distance. With a thought, Garen's body moved along with his will and descended.

"Have you already settled the matter of the Spacetime Dragon Sect?"

Ioram sat quietly on the edge of the floating island, his back facing the vast silver void.

"Yes, the process went very smoothly."

Garen nodded and replied.

At the same time, he narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across Ioram's body.

The magical aura on Iolem's body was as bright as the sun, incomparably dazzling. Among all the spellcasters Garen had seen, Iolem's aura was the most glaring.

Today, Iorem had lived for more than 8,000 years, and his creature level was as high as 61. He was already a weak-level Divine Power.

In addition, what surprised Garen the most was that under the surface of the exuberant magical aura on this King of Arcanists who was secretly protecting the Netheril Empire, he keenly discovered the existence of a trace of divinity.

"Ioram, you want to become a god?"

Garen asked.

A smile appeared on Iolem's aged face. ""I couldn't hide it from your eyes."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm.

A surge of magic power floated in Ioram's palm, changing constantly.

Garen's gaze focused as he looked at this magic power.

Unlike ordinary magic power, the magic power in Ioram's palm seemed to be solid and sticky like mud and asphalt. It was only the size of a palm, but it carried unimaginable energy.

" Heavy magic power. It's what made you become a god. "

Garen said.

The last time he left Faerun, Iorm had mentioned that he and Karthas were researching a form of mana called heavy mana. It was just that it was still very immature at the time.

Now, it seemed that the stability of Iorem's heavy magic was already a rather mature ability.

"Yes."

"After working with me for a period of time in the early stages of the experiment, Karl placed most of his energy on the Authority of Death."

" Not long ago, I completed the post-processing of heavy magic power, turning this form of magic power into a stable and controllable ability."

Pausing for a moment, Iorem looked down at the heavy magic and continued, ""I also didn't expect that at the moment when the heavy magic power was perfectly formed, a bit of divine light was directly born in my body."

Upon hearing this, Garen's expression turned solemn as he sized up the Heavy Magic Power as well. "" In that case, heavy magic is not a simple form of magic. Its birth has been recognized by the laws of the Multiverse."

He became a god by relying on the things he created........... Such a situation was very rare, but it was not unheard of.

Heavy magic was born. As its creator, Iorem naturally held the authority of heavy magic.

"I'm thinking about how to get rid of this divinity without harming my own origin."

"It has already fused with me."

"Moreover, although I didn't spread the faith, I could feel it growing day by day."

"It won't be long before I become a god."

Ioram said.

The king of arcanists did not want to become a god. He wanted to maintain a pure human mind, which was also the original intention of Ioram when he created immortality.

There were many benefits to becoming a god, but Ioram knew that once he became a god, he would inevitably be affected by the divinity, and his way of thinking would change imperceptibly. This was not something he wanted to see.