Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2892: 588: The Dragon of Time! Traces of the Supremes!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
"Little one, what are you looking at?"
Those mere words shocked Levi into alertness, as though a surge of electricity had coursed through him.
His gaze shifted to the Small Stone Pond, eyes narrowing sharply, where a surreal river twisted and surged ahead, an isolated island rising proudly amid the churning waters.
A fortress loomed on that island, identical to the structure he'd witnessed at the simulated universe's emergence, its entrance gradually creaking wide.
A elegantly formed, ethereal colossal dragon, its surface gleaming with a soap-bubble sheen, advanced gracefully, settling into the emptiness with wings tucked neatly.
Levi had no prior encounter with such a being, yet he recognized it instantly as the fabled Time Dragon!
The pinnacle among the Five Legendary Dragon Species.
The enigmatic pinnacle of the Dragon Clan and all entities in this realm.
Legends claim it possesses dominion over time.
And here it was, manifesting right in front of Levi.
All triggered by Levi's brief glance at that fortress.
It was nothing more than a visionary projection from his Chaos Holy Soul.
A vision drawn from bygone eras.
"Greetings, Dragon Senior," Levi uttered with grave respect.
"No need for 'Senior'—that's a custom from your structured societies; I'm not elevated enough for such titles. Simply address me as the Time Dragon, or if formality demands it, 'sir.' Mundane politeness holds no sway over me."
"I understand. Was my glance intrusive, disturbing your peace?"
"No intrusion at all; I merely detected your observation. From antiquity onward, only a handful have ever perceived my presence."
The Time Dragon's tone, much like its gaze, carried a profound, captivating depth, evoking memories for Levi of the actor Morgan Freeman from his past life, often portraying the divine.
"I didn't intend to stare."
"I realize that."
"Truth be told, without a friend's mention, I'd have dismissed the Time Dragon as a mere theoretical idea, not something tangible."
"You mean the Little Ash Dragon?"
"Indeed."
"I did converse with it on various matters. You're not mistaken, though; in a way, I lack true existence. I embody an abstract notion."
"Then how did I perceive you?"
"Because I chose to reveal myself; absent that, you'd remain blind to me. Yet your Chaos Soul's distinct nature allowed you to accidentally peer into the secrets of cosmic development. Your gaze upon the Time Castle caught my attention."
"I get it. If I may inquire, are you an embodiment of the River of Time, Senior?"
Having crossed paths without any sign of aggression, Levi's inquisitiveness drove him to pose the question.
"No, I'm not. The River of Time requires no embodiment—it's everywhere, woven into the cosmos, the cosmos in essence; devoid of intent, utterly neutral... You witnessed the time-symbolizing ring. Upon its rupture, it attained a fresh mode of persistence, genuine immortality."
"What exactly is this Time Castle?"
"It's the sole physical remnant it bestowed upon the universe."
"Inhabitants of the Multidimensional Plane, wizards among them, typically place you, Senior, at the top of the Five Legendary Dragon Species. Do you belong to the Dragon Clan?"
The Time Dragon gave a nod.
It curled up and reclined, appearing eager to share more.
After pausing briefly in reflection, it started recounting:
"Yes, the Time Dragon belongs to the Dragon Clan. In any given space-time juncture, only one Time Dragon exists, akin to the Void Dragon.
The remaining three Legendary Dragon Species follow the same rule.
These are conceptual dragon lineages made manifest, each utterly singular, with a successor emerging solely upon the predecessor's demise.
I originated in the Ancient Era, innately commanding a fragment of time's might, which intensified as I developed. Then came the day I beheld the River of Time and learned to navigate its currents.
I journeyed backward to antiquity, forward to what lies ahead, absorbing every iteration of the Time Dragon spanning the timelines into my being, shattering legendary constraints, and claiming the ultimate throne.
From that moment, I stand as the singular Time Dragon across all history and destiny.
Do you realize? Be it the Star Ancestor or the Abyss, none of the current ultimate powers can touch me. They've attempted endlessly to erase me, yet I slipped away with ease.
Still, I hold no power over them in turn.
Ever since reaching this pinnacle, despite my effortless navigation through space-time and omniscience over bygone and coming events, I remain utterly powerless to act.
It's like being a being confined between twin panes of glass.
I'm dreadfully weary; you can't fathom the depths of my ennui.
An existence where alteration is impossible—what purpose does survival hold?
Regrettably, even self-destruction eludes me.
For I am the forever singular Time Dragon.
Until that fateful day.
I discovered this fortress submerged in the River of Time.
Within lay an unmarked tome and a feather pen.
This proved to be a vacant 'Age History Book.'
At last, I grasped my role.
To witness, to chronicle every occurrence along the River of Time, to document it impartially. I followed the flow upward from the Primordial Era.
Darkness, Abyss, Underworld, Nightmare, the astral world... These pivotal happenings that shape ensuing destinies, even the timelines of those ancient beings' legacies—where they conclude? I hold all such knowledge; care to learn?"
Levi listened and quietly shook his head.
"I do wish to know, yet I sense it's forbidden knowledge, or something I must uncover on my own; pursuing it otherwise invites unbearable repercussions."
The Time Dragon chuckled:
"You're sharp indeed. I once posed a like query to Sauron, and his reply echoed yours closely. Are you intrigued by your own destiny? Would you like to hear if Nora triumphed?"