Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 265: 64 Disaster

Chapter 265: Chapter 64 Disaster

“That may be so,” Bai just born, obviously couldn’t grasp the nuances just yet.

What Laine wanted her to decide on was actually the force that brought these dragons into being, but she clearly misunderstood. She thought she was to decide their appearance, which is what ‘what kind of dragon’ meant to her.

So she began to look around, observing the decorations in the great hall.

The towering columns were engraved with ancient patterns, creations from the previous era exuding a breath of ages. If she were a Time Dragon, she might have appreciated such things, but as the supreme being of the Spirit Realm, Bai merely glanced over them before moving on.

Then there were the tables and chairs, stone carvings, incense, decorative pieces, or the cups and bright lamps. These items were aesthetically pleasing, but undoubtedly required a life form with enough ‘experience’ to appreciate the skill and art they contained. As a newly born dragon, Bai’s taste was evidently still basic and crude, so she glossed over these ‘unimpressive’ things once again.

Ultimately, perhaps due to an inherent nature within her bloodline, Bai’s gaze lingered significantly when it swept over a relief on the wall.

There, a variety of gleaming gemstones sparkled brilliantly, with pure Elemental Power radiating from them. A perfect match in power and aesthetics captivated Bai instantly.

“I want this,” Bai said, her expression seemingly formal as she pointed with her right wing at the diverse array of gemstones.

“…”

After a moment of silence, and facing the young dragon’s silver eyes, Laine realized his mistake; it appeared that she hadn’t understood his intentions at all. However, glancing at the decorative gemstones, he nodded anyway.

These gemstones were after all creations condensed from Elemental Power, so if Bai chose them, then let her choice represent the elements they symbolized. With a bit of Spirituality added, that would be sufficient.

With a wave of his hand, the gemstones fell from the wall.

There were many, but they roughly categorized into five types: Amethyst, Sapphire, crystal, yellow jade, and Jade, each surrounded by a different elemental aura, some pure, and some mixed.

They fell into the midst of the dragon eggs, each finding a place to merge. The next moment, the force that had isolated the dragon eggs from the outside world dissipated, and they began to adapt to the environment, undergoing various changes.

In the void around them, a mix of Elemental Power and a touch of Spirituality began to flow into the eggs. The gemstones previously chosen served as guides, sorting the elements into their respective categories.

However, unlike the two previous dragon eggs, these more ordinary dragon types did not possess the natural ability to be born, nor did their essence support such an act, as these dragons were closer to material life forms, and not intimately connected with time and mind like the other two Transcendent dragon types.

Thus, the force of Life was also infused, influencing the direction of changes. They would reproduce and thrive in the normal way, so each type of dragon was not limited to a single individual. Influenced by external forces, they divided into sexes, the numbers varying.

Of course, just as Bai was to some extent influenced by the Spirit Realm, these members of the Dragon Race would also undergo certain changes. Their temperaments might shift, and it would be difficult to define them by mundane standards of good or evil.

“Oh, and there’s this,” Laine remembered something suddenly and, with a gesture, drew over the texts and memories of the Spirit Realm, blending them with the essence of Spirituality into the dragon eggs.

A name is an important part of what constitutes an existence of a living being. Originally, all dragons had an innate name that came from deep within their bloodlines, from the Black Dragon Nidhogg, who had created them. Through this, the Black Dragon could deepen his connection with his offspring, and in return, his descendants could access the knowledge left in the bloodline by their ancestors, allowing the Dragon Race to better survive and thrive in the new world.

But those transformed by the Spirit Realm had clearly lost this ability, and Laine had no intention of allowing them to inherit what the Black Dragon had intentionally left in their bloodlines. Since they lacked an inherent name, he simply decided to give them each an extra one.

“All right, since you’ve chosen their forms, you’ll be responsible for watching over their birth,” Laine concluded as he retracted his right hand. Unlike Bai, who could be nurtured more quickly with the power of time, the Time Dragon must genuinely experience sufficient time, so there was no need to wait.

Seeing Bai looking somewhat expectant, Laine gave one final reminder:

“But remember to choose an official name for yourself as well, that’s a very important matter,” he said.

“Okay,” Bai responded nonchalantly, shaking her head as the young dragon flew into the midst of the group of eggs. She hovered above the tallest one, as if they were all clustering around her.

The Sun of the outer world rose, while the moon of the Spirit Realm remained unchanging. However, a mysterious atmosphere gradually spread.

It seemed that ever since the day of the era’s shift, the world had never been quite peaceful.

…

On the ground, the morning sun was just rising.

“Lord Ande, please come in,” a middle-aged man with tired features welcomed Ande into his home in Giant Wood Town.

Years had passed since the creator had departed, and the powerful among Humans had gradually begun to break free from the old rules and Order.