The Power of Ti was released from the Silver Dragon's body, and it entered the River of Ti in wisps, causing the quietly flowing River of Ti to stop. At the sa ti, it circulated in front of Garen and constructed a shapeless, formless, stable, ring-shaped Space-Ti Gate.
After being promoted to a weak-level divine power.
Garen could rely on his own strength to stabilize the Space-Ti Gate.
The Imasca Secret Artifact that was used to stabilize the structure of the dinsional gate was no longer needed.
Using the quiet canyon where he had stayed for a period of ti and taught Karsus magic knowledge in the early days as an anchor point, Garen locked onto Faerun's alternate dinsion and stepped into the door of ti and space.
The silver dragon disappeared from the dragon's nest amidst the ripples.
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Faerun Continent, in a deep valley.
Under the faint sunlight, towering ancient trees were scattered all over the place. The rustling of branches and leaves was accompanied by the gentle breeze. At one end of the canyon, there was a waterfall. The rapid water flow collided with the rocks below, producing a muffled rumble like thunder.
The winding stream that started from the waterfall passed through the canyon, surrounded by lush green grass and fragrant flowers.
Occasionally, there would be healthy stag, alert rabbits, and other small beasts drinking water to quench their thirst. At the sa ti, there would also be ferocious lions and tigers, as well as fatal magical creatures waiting for an opportunity to attack in the dark.
In the deepest part of the canyon stood a mage tower.
A young-looking female Spell Caster in a white robe was not far from her Wizard Tower. Her eyes were glowing with spiritual light as she carefully scanned the surrounding land inch by inch.
Whoosh!
A breeze blew past.
A leaf was swirling as it floated over. However, its originally calm and orderly falling posture suddenly beca chaotic when it passed by a certain place. Sotis, it accelerated and spun, and sotis, it slowed down like a snail crawling. In between, it even stopped in the air.
This scene fell into the eyes of the female Spell Caster.
Her eyes lit up and she imdiately rushed over.
Closing his eyes slightly, the spellcaster's entire body lit up with a bright magical aura, and his ntal strength swept through the space like a radar.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes with a devout expression. She found the exact coordinates of the ti disorder and began to practice the ti divine spell she had mastered.
At the sa ti.
She murmured in a low voice, using a passionate and devout tone to recite the church's prayer according to her usual habits.
"Please listen to the call of your humble believer.
Lord of the Pliosaurus.
The only one in the world.
The Origin of Change, the Master of Ti and Space, the Wings of Disaster, the Immortal Dragon, the Lord of the Colourless River, the embodint of eternal ti, the Master of Death, the manifestation of the eternal unchanging river, the Traverser of Ti and Space, the Lord of Fate, the Destroyer and Protector of the Empire.
The all-encompassing Eternal Dragon.
Your loyal, humble believer, I am here to call, I am here to desire, I am here to pray for your response."
It was obvious that she was not a pure Spell Caster. At the sa ti, she was a senior mber of the Spaceti Dragon Sect.
Although he did not receive any real response, the spellcaster still prayed over and over again.
After reciting another prayer, the spellcaster prepared to end his prayer for the day.
But at this mont.
The originally bright sky suddenly darkened, and shadows enveloped them.
It was as if sothing huge had appeared in the sky.
The Spell Caster was slightly stunned, and his face revealed a vigilant expression. As he prepared his spell, he imdiately raised his head.
In his field of vision was a silver dragon that had materialized from nothingness.
The giant dragon's body was as huge as a mountain, and its pair of dragon wings covered the sky. Just by quietly floating in the air, it naturally had a majestic aura that could not be ignored.
A few ring-shaped black dragon scales were distributed on the dragon's body.
The three pairs of dragon horns curled backward, forming a strange crown.
When he saw the scene in his vision, the Spell Caster imdiately widened his eyes and knelt on the ground. He was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes and his body could not stop trembling.
pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ Garen, who had just arrived at the canyon, noticed this strange Spell Caster.
Lowering his gaze, Garen's gaze swept past the Spell Caster's body.
"Hmm? There is a similar but different power in my body."
"Let think…... When I left Faerun, I gave a church so power of ti.
" That Church…... "That's right, I rember it's called the Space-ti Dragon Sect."
"It's been almost 4,000 years since I left. After such a long ti, the Spaceti Dragon Sect still exists."
Garen thought to himself.
The dragon looked down at the Spell Caster kneeling on the ground and pondered for a mont. Then, he said in a deep voice,"Mortal, raise your head and tell your na and identity."
The female Spell Caster's body trembled and she raised her head, revealing a flushed face due to excessive excitent.
"My Lord, the mighty Eternal Dragon."
"My na is Amber, a Ti God Envoy who has been tirelessly tracking down your footsteps."
After hearing Amber's answer, Garen, who was deep in thought for a while, was a little puzzled.
"The power of ti I gave to the first generation of mbers of the Spaceti Dragon Sect isn't much. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be able to be passed down for such a long ti."
" Besides, after I returned to the main tiline, the connection of faith with the alternate dinsion was severed."
When Garen revealed his true form and bestowed the Space-ti Dragon Sect with the Power of Ti, it was to verify if he could obtain the faith of the creatures of another dinsion. The result was that when he returned to the main tiline, the Chain of Faith in the other dinsion imdiately disappeared.
Perhaps Garen's own level was not high enough, so he was unable to sense the faith of the alternate dinsion.
Perhaps the believers were not devout enough to cross the dinsions.
However, no matter what, after Garen returned to the main tiline, he had indeed never had anything to do with the Space-ti Dragon Sect.
Logically speaking, the creature he believed in had not responded for a full 4,000 years. This church should have already died out. Why were there still mbers still alive? They even followed his footsteps and discovered the canyon where he once lived.
"Almost four thousand years have passed…...... The Spaceti Dragon Sect can still exist."
"And this spellcaster has a trace of energy similar to mine."
"In addition, if the Spaceti Dragon Sect still exists, I should be able to sense the faith of the believers in , but that's not the case."
When Garen first arrived here, he did not feel any faith.
After Amber discovered him, the thread of faith representing this spellcaster appeared.
This shouldn't be the case under normal circumstances.
"Interesting, very interesting."
Garen sensed that sothing was wrong.
The silver dragon's visor exuded a breathtaking majesty as it looked down at the Spell Caster under the shadow of its dragon wings and said calmly, "" I have left this world for four thousand years, and I have never responded to prayers."
"Tell , why do you still believe in my existence?"
The spellcaster was at a loss.
"My Lord, why didn't you respond?"
"Fifty years ago, when I prayed to you, I was honored to listen to your teachings. I have already rembered that day in my heart. Only death can make forget."
"Many Ti God Envoys have similar experiences as ............"
As he spoke, the Spell Caster's gaze moved slightly, as if he had realized sothing.
His devout expression had a hint of wariness.
After all, she was an Arcanist who was very close to the Legendary stage. She was quite vigilant, and now she was starting to doubt Garen's authenticity.
Looking at the change in expression of his believer, Garen's gaze penetrated her heart and knew what she was thinking at the mont.
At the sa ti, he also understood that what she said was true.
The silver dragon narrowed its eyes and revealed a cold expression.
In the analysis of the current situation, thousands of possibilities flashed through Garen's mind. In the end, he locked onto the one with the highest probability.
"It seems that a fake Eternal Dragon has taken over my Church."
"I want to see who is impersonating ."
This fake Eternal Dragon had allowed the Spaceti Dragon Sect, which should have died out, to continue to this day.
However, in Garen's opinion, things that originally belonged to him should not be occupied by other creatures even if they died.
Even if he did not need it at all, Garen could bestow it according to his mood, but he would not allow other creatures to steal it secretly.
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