Chapter 909: Get Out!

The Stream of Time flows forward relentlessly, and the Time Dragon Denirais exists within it like a Sea Dragon King playing with the waves. In this time river, Denirais is more powerful than those Sea Dragon Kings dwelling in the sea.

If the Golden Empire’s Law Enforcement Officer Ocean Dragon Naxson is the darling of the sea, then the Time Dragon Denirais is the favored child and potential subordinate controller of the Time Weaving Stream.

The Time Dragon Denirais not only possesses the extraordinary resistance innate to the Legendary Dragon Species but is also passively sheltered and actively protected by the power of time while within the time tributaries.

Yet, despite this, the Time Dragon Denirais did not realize that with every deeper dive into this main timeline, some of its active consciousness was undergoing irresistible changes.

Denirais now had almost forgotten the purpose of coming here, which was to investigate the fatal crisis it had foreseen.

At this moment, its heart was consumed only by an instinctual obsession to look forward and see the future of the Golden Empire.

In the legacy of Time Dragons, there is a warning that the fate of the future itself should not be peeked at; fate unobserved is not fixed.

But once you glimpse the destinies of the future, the timeline of the future will gradually solidify in ways beyond your imagination.

This is similar to some hypothesized observer effects where a unique system being observed in a specific state more frequently tends to maintain its original state and spontaneously correct any errors.

The memory of the Time Dragon Denirais clearly remembered this fact, yet it didn’t observe its own fate but found that everything on this timeline was gradually solidifying with its observations.

It also sensed that as the timeline deepened, its predetermined fate, which had not yet been noticed, was also therefore becoming fixed.

The Time Dragon Denirais began to birth an unknown panic from the depths of its soul, feeling as if this timeline was like a play awaiting its discovery and then solidifying through its observations.

Someone had long treated existing variables as actors in an opera and was performing potential unknown events of the future through a trajectory-like manner of operation, while the Time Dragon Denirais was the audience and recorder of this opera.

Yet the mastermind and director behind this were not it.

The Time Dragon Denirais wanted to turn and leave, but when standing atop the Time Weaving Stream, looking down on this strange yet familiar world, it felt unwilling to depart.

Then it suddenly forgot the warnings in its legacy and stepped from the stream of time into the reality of the Icaria World.

“Where is this?”

“This is the Golden Empire!”

Suspended in shock above the dome of the Icaria World, the Time Dragon Denirais looked incredulously at the Cloud Country spreading across the entire land.

It seemed as if the entire Icaria plane was veiled by the sky-built nation of clouds above, grand and majestic, like a Divine Kingdom erected by deities in the mortal world.

Even the sun in the sky appeared to be surrounded by this enormous Cloud Country, yet the sunlight shone through like beams penetrating thin crystal, casting a dreamy glow upon the ground below the Cloud City.

This is not a realm that mortal beings could create.

Were it not for the splendid northern territories within the Cloud Divine Kingdom, with their grandiose, divinity-like artistic cities and the majestic palace atop vast cloud-created mountains, the Time Dragon Denirais could not have recognized this as the Golden Empire.

“Is this a realm created by divine spirits?”

The Time Dragon Denirais muttered to itself, feeling both familiarity and estrangement as it gazed at the empty Cloud Country.

A breeze from the sky brought the tolling sounds of a cloud-giant bell, causing the Time Dragon Denirais to slowly sink downward.

Perhaps this Cloud Country belongs to a being so powerful it’s beyond imagination, but it did not refuse the visit of the Time Dragon and allowed it to wander in the somewhat unfamiliar city.

Familiar was the architectural style of the Golden Empire. Each building seemed to dwarf an adult Time Dragon, especially the high atrium tower without a spire in the Royal Capital.

Trees in the city swayed with the subtle wind, shedding leaves condensed from cloud, fluttering and floating in the air before gently falling.

It was then that the Time Dragon Denirais realized the entire season of the Cloud Country seemed fixed in autumn.

Time had ceased to flow here, as if the master of this realm favored autumn.

Shush! Shush! Shush!

In the empty, silent city, a sound like spiritual currents suddenly echoed, prompting the Time Dragon Denirais to listen carefully.

It was a broadcast from somewhere in the city, “According to the Empire’s central meteorological station forecasts, a new wave of cold air…”

The sound did not arouse Denirais, but brought an indescribable feeling. How could this feeling be described? Denirais did not know.

It only felt at this moment as if it were a mortal suddenly standing amidst the bustling streets, feeling the cold wind of isolation blowing, as leaves fluttered down beside the road.

Perhaps this isn’t Denirais’s feeling but rather the thoughts of the master of this Cloud Country influencing the Time Dragon.