Concerned not with scarcity but with inequity, the sa principle applies everywhere. Noah does not complain about his poor luck or a terrible start but worries that Odin’s start is too advantageous.
After all, given his current state, to grow to the point where the indigenous life within the Space-Ti Realm worships him, generating faith, who knows how many ordeals he will have to endure.
Even if he possesses the three hundred years’ worth of Ancestral Golden Dragon mories and has mastered several clear evolutionary paths, that only suggests future potential. As for the present, it’s equally difficult.
Accumulating the nutrients needed for transformation, enduring the ordeal of the transformation process, every day, every ti, every single hunt is a test of life and death for Noah at this mont.
Whoosh~
As night falls, a spray of water splashes. Under the radiance of star and moonlight, a large serpent as thick as a child’s arm, with scales reflecting a cold, eerie light, quietly slithers into a lush area of aquatic grass.
This is a relatively safe place that Noah found, suitable for temporary rest; although his split soul is powerful enough, his body remains too fragile and needs rest.
However, blending into the tranquil night, Noah, who was taking a brief respite to prepare for the second half of the night hunt, raised his head to glance at the Sky Do shrouded by the night.
Three broken celestial bodies ca into view. This is the moon that Noah sees, a cosmic spectacle observable from his current location.
Noah, with the eyesight of his current form, could see the closest broken moon from the Continent where he resided, with craters and shattered marks that even made Noah feel a bit shocked.
For this broken moon has been blasted on one side by so great force, seemingly just a grazing blow; otherwise, the entire star could have been shattered.
There are three such celestial bodies observable by Noah with the naked eye, while the other sparsely scattered stars in the sky seem, to Noah, unlikely to be many complete ones.
However, if it were rely about broken moons and stars, so be it. This was within Noah’s expectations; after all, it is the remnant of a Divine War battleground, and even ti itself struggles to erase the wounds created by the Divine.
But the problem is, beyond the broken stars and moons, Noah could see one after another vast landmass floating above his head, forming pitch-black shadows.
These landmasses float above Noah’s head, operating in a certain set trajectory, and their operating laws also determine the length of day and night and the seasonal changes of warmth and cold in the Continent where Noah resides.
This is a scene Noah had never witnessed in reality, but indeed, there are similar sky island worlds described in the Dragon Clan’s inherited mories, constructed by floating islands into a Material World.
However, this Space-Ti Realm is obviously different. Noah can discern that each Continent is clearly a remnant of the Shattered Material Realm. But due to the sealing of the Space-Ti Realm, these Shattered world remnants have not fallen into the Lower Plane but are confined in place.
Possibly these Shattered world remnants attract each other. With the power of ti’s grandeur, the broken ruins connect and combine, thus creating the spectacle before Noah’s eyes, forming such a unique spatial structure.
...
"Odin, what is your reincarnation form?"
Outside the Space-Ti Realm, Noah looked at the long-silent Divine King beside him. Noah had already inford him of his reincarnation form’s situation, yet this ancient Divine King remained silent, unwilling to divulge any information about his reincarnation form.
"I cannot help you!"
Faced with the persistently inquisitive Noah, Odin had to respond with a phrase, realizing that this Dragon seeks his help.
If his birth conditions were sufficiently favorable, through their communication, they could establish a sufficiently safe growth environnt for Noah’s reincarnation form, helping him through the initial difficult period.
But the issue is, the situation faced by his reincarnation form is even more dramatic than Noah’s calamitous beginning, so much so that he doesn’t want to ntion a word about it.
"I guessed you couldn’t help , but at least tell about your basic situation. I’m currently in a wilderness swamp with extrely limited information accessible to .
If you were born into a civilized community, you could provide us with more understanding of the current Space-Ti Realm, allowing us to plan more detailed strategies."
Noah was quite dissatisfied with Odin’s silence; what can’t be shared?
Their mutual reincarnation goal was precisely to support each other and share information before either of them rose. Even though they started poorly, at least exchange so intel.
He has turned into a little swamp snake. As for Odin’s reincarnation form, no matter how bad, how worse can it get? It’s at most like becoming another reptile or beast, nothing unspeakable about that.
"I’m in a prison, knowing even less about my surroundings than you do."
"Prison?"
Noah’s expression showed slight agitation. Indeed, his greatest fear had manifested,
"Did you beco a Wisdom species?"
"Just a slave."
Odin didn’t show any form of excitent or joy, his deanor remained steady, appearing rather gloomy, as if wearing a dissatisfied expression.
"Being a slave is nothing! That sort of identity label, for soone like you, will be torn off in no ti. Your start is much better than mine!"
Envy sparkled in Noah’s eyes. While he was still playing around as a ravenous snake, this Odin God had already beco a human,
"Truly enviable!"
"Enviable? My split soul inhabits a body that had just recently died and cannot move at all."
Hearing Noah’s envious tone, Odin divulged a bit of his grievances, a dim hue flashing in his eyes.
"Still better than though!"
...
In a room where the lighting appeared slightly dreary but not damp or cramped, and a cozy warmth along with a faint fragrance lingering, a pale-faced youth lay flat on an unknown fur mat, completely motionless.
If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, an uninford observer might assu this emaciated and overly slight youth to be a corpse.
In truth, had it not been for the descent of a certain Divine King’s will, the youth would have been dead several days ago. But even with the reinforcent of a Divine King’s split soul, the youth’s condition was not very optimistic.
With people monitoring the youth’s status constantly, Odin refrained from displaying too many anomalies in the unknown situation, rely striving to maintain the vital signs of this body.
However, the more he sorted through the fragnted mories of this body’s original owner, the more he understood the youth’s growth and past, the unhappier Odin’s expression beca.
For this youth was one of the playthings kept underground by a noble with extrely intense desires, used for entertainnt and venting purposes, with status even lower than working slaves.
The noblewon in high spirits had no regard for the plaything’s life, inundating the youth with potent aphrodisiac drugs heedless of consequences, solely to provide them with better service and experience.
It can be said that this body’s previous existence was literally played to death. Even with Odin’s descent, facing a thoroughly worn and battered body, he was left speechless.
The most suitable spell for this body ought to be the undead mage’s Summon Skeleton Skill, far simpler than recovery and nurturing, transforming into an undead.
Therefore, when approached by Noah’s inquiries, Odin was disinclined to reveal much—how could he speak of this?
Was he supposed to tell the Dragon, who bore the deanor of a Dragon King, that after reincarnation, he unfortunately beca one of the star-driven toys kept underground by a group of bored noblewon?
What a joke! Although past honor and glory have already faded away, did he care nothing for his pride?
If given the choice, he would rather be an insect, even a short-lived organism that erges and dies in a day, than endure such humiliation needlessly.
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