Chapter 2068: Chapter 46: The True Pioneer

East of the Azure Sky Royal Court, south of Falling Star City, the barren and pitch-black Heavenfall Wasteland stretches boundlessly, gray lead snow accompanied by the icy north wind ravaging the world.

Compared to the Starfall Sea, which was directly hit by Heavenfall and transformed into an ocean, the Heavenfall Wasteland was only swept by the afterglow of that disaster. Yet, a brief destruction surpasses a prolonged struggling existence. After burning for three hundred years in the energy zone of the previous era’s civilization, the Heavenfall Wasteland was born. In this ash wasteland devoid of nutrients and desolate to the extreme, there are only countless radiations and bizarre weather that shifts between cold and hot.

No one can live here.

Unless... they are undead.

Or, perhaps, an [Undead Dragon].

The biting cold wind stirred up the snowflakes, causing them to fall on a piece of pitch-black steel. An electric arc flickered, melting the snow into water, which then electrolyzed into hydrogen and oxygen, before transforming into a fleeting flame in mid-air.

And the pitch-black steel trembled slightly, as a titanic steel dragon, akin to a mountain, raised its head from its valley nest.

Behind its valley dragon nest, a dreamlike emerald green land appeared abruptly in the Heavenfall Wasteland constructed of lead gray, where dragons and fae flew, diligent demihumans farmed by the riversides, and small yet peaceful farmhouses were scattered throughout.

This is the only oasis in the Heavenfall Wasteland, the only Land of Bliss.

This is the [Ruins Paradise, Nation of the Dead Mountain].

The identity of the pitch-black dragon, entirely constructed of metal, goes without saying.

As [Overlord of Dead Mountain·Siege Dead Mech Dragon], Timotiel Hamad inhaled, drawing all the wind and snow into his chest, and then he exhaled slowly, fierce blazing lights erupting from his nostrils.

The Dragon King surveyed the surrounding sky filled with lead-gray snow clouds, and just his gaze alone caused the clouds to retreat. The snowstorm disappeared within a few breaths, as if it were erased like pencil marks.

[This year’s lead snow is larger than before]

Timotiel’s whiskers trembled, guiding the rhythm of the surrounding world, his aged tone filled with doubt: [What is happening, why is the wind from the Starfall Sea growing colder?]

[What are the fae doing again?]

He is a True Dragon, the Dragon King residing atop the earth. His very existence is an entire indestructible ecosystem. Timotiel understands the ecology of the northwest Terra better than any creature and can perceive the anomaly’s source.

And at that moment, two Silver Fairies flew rapidly towards him, bowing respectfully to the Dragon King of the Dead Mountain before reporting, "Your Majesty the Dragon King, Her Majesty the Empress successfully invited the Silverpeak Seer to Falling Star City..."

No more words were needed; that much was enough. Timotiel, who understood the situation, nodded slightly: [So that’s it; no wonder the output of the Luminous Furnace is shifting... The Empress wants to perfect the Luminous Furnace with the Prophet’s Power to transform the Domain of Void, and the Silverpeak Seer wants the power of the Luminous Furnace. Indeed, a stable Domain of Void can better complete his plan.]

[It’s just that...]

The pitch-black steel dragon slowly unfurled its wings, which were vast like cloud sails, covering the sky and sun, supported by sturdy and solid metal frameworks. It gradually adjusted its angle, the joints of the wings gleaming with bright blue Magnetic Light, while crimson flames resided at the center.

The mechanical dragon’s body slowly levitated in the air: [They haven’t foreseen the significance behind this action... They didn’t predict that many wouldn’t be pleased to see the alliance between the Fae and Silverpeak Domain, unwilling to see the Silverpeak Seer gain the Power of the Light Realm, unwilling to see them governing the calm of the Domain of Void.]

[Perhaps they foresaw it, but they don’t care.]

With a boom, a burst sounded, and in an instant, Timotiel vanished from his nest. In the next moment, under the reverential gaze of the two Silver Fairies, a meteor with a blue flame and a red core defied gravity at the top of the firmament, slanting across the sky, heading towards Falling Star City.

Meanwhile.

As the energy balance centered on Falling Star City shifted across the Terra Continent, the gazes of several at the Fifth Energy Level diverted from important places like the Silverpeak Domain, Imperial Capital, and Moving Royal Court to the fae’s stronghold. They vaguely sensed something and quickly reached a consensus, seemingly intending to strike and probe.

But before they could truly act, the shadow of a black dragon cut off all probing tentacles and gazes.

[Timotiel... You didn’t need to act so early]

A steady female voice emerged from the far north of Terra, [Yuan Xing] Zhe Youguang spoke calmly: [Aren’t you curious about what our Silverpeak Seer and Her Majesty the Empress are actually doing? The Ether Sea of Terra is trembling. If something big happens, Yanjiang might be fine, but your Nation of the Dead Mountain is likely to be no more.]

[That kid may be a fae, but not just a fae; he’s also a dragon, a Crystal Dragon.]

From beneath the tides of the Far Sword Port in the extreme east of the continent, a proud voice spoke, the Lord of the Panic Sea, King of the Frost Crystal Dragons, [Eternal Frost Lord] Fuersti, unceremoniously said: [Old bones, this world doesn’t only need you to play the good guy. Step aside so I can see more clearly, then I’ll judge.]

Apart from them, several silent gazes also turned towards Falling Star City.

Ian and the Fairy Queen’s actions couldn’t escape their notice. These two fearless individuals have now met, and who knows what they’re planning.

Since becoming King of the New Continent and advancing to the Fifth Energy Level, news related to Ian Silverpeak has never been absent from the major newspapers of Terra. First was the Battle of the Sun, followed by the Perpetual Engine Declaration. These two events alone are enough to shake the world, ensuring no Sublimator would forget his name for at least two hundred years.

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