That being said, the newly born Bai obviously can't understand the inner difference.

What Ryan wanted her to decide was actually the power that caused these dragons to come into being, but she clearly misunderstood. She thinks it's up to her to decide what they look like, and that's what 'what kind of dragon' means.

So she began to look left and right, observing the furnishings in the hall.

The towering pillars are carved with ancient patterns, and the creations born in the last era contain the breath of time. If she was a Time Dragon, she would probably like this kind of thing very much, but as the supreme of the spiritual realm, Bai just glanced at it and swept them directly.

Then there are tables and chairs, stone carvings, incense, ornaments, or cups and lamps. Each of these things has its own beauty, but they undoubtedly require enough 'experienced' life to appreciate the skill and art contained in them. As a newborn dragon, Shiro's aesthetic is obviously still very simple and rude, so she once again skimmed over these 'not very good-looking' things.

Finally, perhaps from some kind of bloodline nature, Shiro's gaze swept over a relief on a wall, and she visibly paused.

There, some sparkling gemstones shine brightly, and pure elemental power radiates from them. The strength fits, the aesthetics fit, which makes Bai like them at once.

"I want this."

Looking like his expression was formal, Shiro pointed with his right wing at the different types of gems.

“.”

After a moment of silence, meeting the young dragon's silver eyes, Ryan realized his mistake, and it seemed that the other party didn't understand what he meant. But glancing at the decorative gems, he nodded.

These gems were originally created by the condensation of elemental power, and since Shiro chose them, it should be the elements they represented. Add a little more psychic power, and that's enough.

Ryan stretched out his hand, and the gems on the wall fell.

There are quite a few of them, but they are roughly divided into five categories, namely amethyst, blue diamond, crystal, topaz and jadeite, and different elemental breaths surround the gemstone, some are single, some are mixed.

They fall into the middle of the dragon egg, each looking for something to blend into. In the next moment, the power to isolate the interaction between the dragon eggs and the outside world also disappeared, and they began to be affected by the environment, undergoing different changes.

In the surrounding void, elemental power mixed with a little spiritual aura began to pour into the dragon egg, and those gems before it were the seeds that guided the elemental classification.

However, unlike the previous two dragon eggs, these ordinary dragons do not have the ability to be born naturally, and their nature does not support them to do so, after all, these dragons are closer to the actual life, and not like the other two transcendent dragon species, which are inherently close to time and mind.

Therefore, the life force is also infused into it, influencing the direction of some changes. They will multiply in the normal way, so there is more than one of each dragon. Under the influence of external forces, they are divided into two sexes, and their numbers are different.

Of course, just like how much Bai has been affected by the spirit world, these dragons will also be affected to a certain extent. Their personalities can be deflected, and it is difficult to define them in terms of worldly good or evil.

"By the way, there's this."

"I erased them from nature, so I should make up for them."

Suddenly remembering something, Ryan waved and pulled the words and memories of the spirit world over, and mixed them into the dragon egg with the spiritual breath.

Names are an important part of a being'. Originally, all dragons had a natural name, which came from the depths of their bloodline, the dragon king who created them, Nidhogg. In this way, the black dragon can deepen the connection with his descendants, and in turn, his descendants can gain the knowledge left by their ancestors in their bloodlines through this name, so that the dragons can better survive and reproduce in the new world.

However, these who were transformed by the spirit realm obviously lost this ability, and Ryan didn't need to let them inherit what the black dragon intended to keep in the bloodline. Since they don't have the names they were born with, I simply give them an extra one.

"Alright, now that you've chosen a form for them, it's up to you to watch over their birth."

Everything was almost ready, and Ryan withdrew his right hand. Compared to Bai, who can be accelerated by the power of time, the Time Dragon has to experience enough time realistically, so there is no need to wait.

Looking at Bai, who was looking forward to it, Ryan finally admonished:

"But remember to give yourself an official name, it's important."

"Okay."

Shaking his head indifferently, the young dragon flew into the middle of the group of dragon eggs. She perched on top of the tallest egg, like they were all hugging themselves.

The sun has risen in the outside world, but the quarter moon in the spirit world has not changed. But vaguely, an inexplicable atmosphere permeated.

It seems that since the day of the change of eras, the world has not been very peaceful.

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On the earth, the morning sun is rising.

"Your Excellency, please come in."

In Jumu Town, in a spacious compound, a middle-aged man who obviously looked a little tired welcomed Ander into his home.

It has been some years since the Creator left, and the high-ranking human beings have gradually begun to break free from the old rules and order.

Some of them are no longer satisfied with the past, but try to divide the hierarchy from all sides, like the courtyard in front of them.

Unlike the small courtyard where Ender once lived, this spacious courtyard was full of decorations and flowers, as well as some things that could not be named, but a little deliberate. Ander felt that there was no simple cup of charm in Lane's courtyard.

There is nothing that can be done about it, because of the low level of art in the Bronze Age, these things do not reflect any beauty, but if they are only to be separated from the dwellings of ordinary people, it is effective.

If it weren't for the impending catastrophe, perhaps in a few decades, primitive small estates would have developed among humans. But now, I'm afraid I don't have that opportunity.

"Tell me, what's the matter with calling me over in such a hurry?"

The wilderness is not peaceful these days, only a few days apart, but it is easy to encounter ferocious beasts on the road.

However, Ande, who came in a hurry, seemed more calm than the owner here, and did not feel tired at all. Although more than ten years have not changed Ender's appearance, his temperament has been completely different.

"Good work, Lord Ender, it's like this."

The words were a little cautious, and the middle-aged man said slowly.

"I've heard that you have some. Extraordinary abilities? ”

"If you're referring to the little tricks that support the repertoire, that's true."

Nodding, Ander didn't hide it. In fact, there's nothing to hide.

He did learn a special technique called 'meditation', but it didn't stop there, simply increasing mental power could not show any obvious qualities, and that special wood carving, he was not qualified to use it so far.

As for those so-called 'little tricks', they are actually using mental power to pry the strings of the ubiquitous magic web, and then have some abilities such as manipulating the flow of fire and water, and healing subtle wounds. Even if there is no magic power, it still does not affect the control of the spirit over the elements.

If a hundred years had passed like this, Ander might have been able to sum up something from it and create a superficial spell on his own, but now, these abilities were not as damaging as his rough use of mental power to impact others.

However, this is also the reason why no one paid attention to these abilities before, after all, Ender's more performance-like means don't look like an extraordinary path.

Moreover, there is no concept of transcendent paths among human beings today.

"Then I'll be straight to the point, Lord Ander, we need your help."

With a solemn look, the middle-aged man sighed.

"I don't know why, but recently, in Jumu Town, many people suddenly became weak, unable to eat, and coughed and wheezing. At first, everyone didn't care about this, they just thought it was because of fatigue, and you know, in recent years, everyone's life has become more and more difficult. ”

Just nodding, Ender didn't react much.

Although his heart was still kind, now, Ander didn't believe the words of these priests very much.

Perhaps because of the loss of God's gift, ordinary people's lives are indeed not easy, but this does not include the person in front of them.

"If it stops there, it's not really anything, they're just weak, and nothing further has happened." In front of Ender, the middle-aged man continued: "But we soon found out that this symptom is transmitted. ”

"At first it was just a few people, then dozens, hundreds. We can't see the pattern of its propagation at all, as if anyone who lives in this town has the possibility of being approached by it. ”

"So, you don't know how to solve it, and even you are infected with this unknown thing, so you think of me?"

With a frown, Ander couldn't help but say.

"But why do you think I can solve this problem?"

"What? I'm infected with this thing too?! ”

However, as soon as Ander's words fell, the middle-aged man in front of him was greatly surprised. He didn't feel anything other than a little tired now.

"If you're talking about something like what I've 'seen', then you've probably contracted it, but it hasn't flare-up yet. Like the toxins of some beasts, perhaps this thing has been incubating for much longer. ”

Under the induction of mental power, Ander discovered the abnormality of the other party. His breath and body were filled with a substance that didn't look healthy.

"Huh——, Your Excellency, I didn't have much hope, but now that you can just 'see' these things exist, that's a good start."

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man said with a reluctant smile.

"Then let's go, take me to see the others."

said in a deep voice, although Ander didn't know what this kind of thing was, as long as he used his spiritual power to pry the wind element in the magic net around his body, he could isolate its approach, so he was not very afraid of this unknown substance.

However, this kind of thing is obviously not something that others can do, so he also needs to have a deeper understanding of the laws and sources of the spread of this kind of thing.

Although the lives of those who have been contaminated with this kind of thing are not in danger now, it does not mean that there will be no ones in the future.

In the past, Ender had witnessed a human being invaded by a chronic toxin and die a painful death after a week of wailing, which shocked him greatly.

······

"Air, this substance can be transferred in the air."

"Not only that, but it can also attach to food and water."

After visiting three places in succession, Ender gradually discovered the commonality of this special existence. There seem to be different kinds of them, but no matter which one they are, they cannot be observed with the naked eye, and even his spirit can only 'see' their existence, but cannot understand their properties more deeply.

Ender didn't know if it was because he didn't have enough mental level to reach the 'transcendental' realm described in the information in the wood carvings, or if it was something that couldn't be understood in the first place, but right now, he couldn't solve it at the root.

"All I can say is that it seems to be afraid of flames, perhaps because of the power of the flames. Cook food and water in flames, and this will be destroyed. But other than that, there's nothing I can do about it. ”

Shaking his head slightly, Ander finally suggested:

"Try to isolate people who are infected from other people, and if they are far enough away, the spread should not be effective."

"And what about those of us who have already been infected?"

His expression changed again, but the middle-aged man who had followed Ander for a long time still tried to remain calm.

"Aren't you priests claimed to be entrusted by the Creator to guard and control the power of the fire?"

"Since this unknown substance is afraid of flames, perhaps the Holy Fire can solve this problem."

After a little thought, Ender finally came up with a reasonably feasible answer.

However, hearing this, the middle-aged man's face was not good-looking at all. Others didn't know, but he knew very well that any human could receive the Holy Flame, but no one could really harness its power.

The so-called 'protection and use' of the priests is just another kind of deception.

"Thank you for your advice, Your Excellency, but please don't talk nonsense about today's events."

After a little silence, the middle-aged man finally thanked him. He didn't have much hope of bringing Ander here, but now the result is very satisfactory to him.

It's just that why the other party can see this substance makes him a little concerned. Before, he hadn't paid much attention to Ender's ability to be different, but now, he found that he seemed to be underestimating it.

"It's okay, I just hope this trouble can be solved as soon as possible."

He sighed, but no one had died from it so far, and Ender, who had never seen the plague, didn't think it was too much of a disaster, and after saying hello, he turned and left.

After all, he was not proficient in herbal medicine, and the other party invited him over with the idea of giving it a try, and his shallow extraordinary strength was not enough to do anything about it.

When he was a child, Ander learned a lot of mortal knowledge and a lot of old history, but he only learned from Ryan 'meditation', which was the only thing that involved the transcendental. This is the foundation of everything, but there is obviously not enough time for him to develop it now.

Holding the puppet left behind by Ryan, an intuition suddenly flooded over Ender's mind.

"Perhaps, I should learn something else."

Since the Creator left, the world has become more and more unstable. In a short period of time, he couldn't reach the realm of 'extraordinary' and 'legendary' as described by wood carving, and perhaps he should also learn some swordsmanship as a protective skill.

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Disasters spread among the world, and with the integration of human society, wisps of faith were born, and finally fell on their source.

Compared to what is worshiped by true believers, or as the source of human knowledge and civilization like the [Civilization Slate], this belief that comes from disasters is undoubtedly insignificant. Its only merit is that as long as there is more intelligent life on the earth, it will rise steadily and continuously, and it will not be as volatile as the mortals believe.

However, there are actually two sources of human disasters - one is the gods of Hades, who symbolize the objectively existing calamities, after all, they already exist, and they only came to the world by this opportunity.

The other is the introduction of everything, the woman who opened the magic pot with her own hands. She represents a man-made calamity, a calamity caused by humanity itself.

At this moment, Pandora, who was walking with Epimetheus on the western land, noticed this strange force that had crossed half a continent and came to her in defiance of distance.

"What is this?"

It was as if I heard the murmur of living beings, the pain of sickness, and the fear of facing calamity. Surrounded by these false illusions, Pandora couldn't help but shrink back and hold the magic jar in her arms.

On the side, the god of hindsight glanced at her, revealing a look of understanding.

He knew that this scene would happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"That's faith, and the gods can be stronger because of it, but I advise you not to touch it casually, otherwise I can't guarantee the consequences."

"Why?"

Looking at the influence around her, Pandora didn't think that God became stronger through these terrible things?

Thinking of the magnificent hall at the time of her birth, the majestic God King, she couldn't help but have a strong sense of contrast, just like the contrast that her husband had given her.

"Because your essence is not a god after all, and this cannot be changed."

"Pandora, as the first woman in the world, your body before birth was just an ordinary stone, made extraordinary by carrying the sacred objects that my Father had taken. Although this makes you inherently weak in divinity, it does not help you to absorb the faith. ”

As an assistant in the creation of man, Epimetheus had an extremely deep understanding of faith. This kind of power can indeed help the gods accumulate divine power quickly, and can even break the upper limit of the priesthood with a continuous stream of faith, but the premise of doing this is that you have a priesthood.

No matter how bad it is, it must be a similar regional god, with a 'regional' existence similar to that of a priesthood. Without such a medium, absorbing the power of faith directly is completely self-defeating. Just like direct contact with the origin of the priesthood, becoming a madman is already the best end.

Of course, ordinary beings do not perceive faith, and only those who are born with divinity, or who are acquired to condense themselves, can do so. The latter do not exist in this world, while the former are god-like or god-like descendants. An existence like Pandora is actually extremely rare.

"But what about this clay pot? Doesn't it say that it can be 'changed into the impossible'? ”

Surrounded by what was already a 'surging' faith for her, Pandora was a little out of breath.

But looking at the delicate clay pot covered with patterns in her hand, she couldn't help but feel some hope.

"I don't know, or rather, I would rather say, it's a fateful thing. It can make you stumble into a way out, not a one-size-fits-all wishing machine. ”

Judgment, Epimetheus looked at his 'wife'.

"But I'm not sure, would you like to try it and make a wish that it will have a way to use these beliefs?"

For this magic pot, the god of hindsight doesn't know what to use. Since Pandora wants to try, let her try.

"Okay."

Biting her lip, if she didn't feel faith, Pandora wouldn't be affected. If she could use them with her priesthood like a true god, she would also be glad at the existence of faith, but the current situation was really difficult for her to accept.

So Pandora silently closed her eyes and prayed in her heart, hoping that the clay pot would help her achieve her wish.

However, a while passed, and nothing happened in the expectant gaze of the awakener.

"It doesn't seem like it's useful to make a wish, even if you're a human and a legitimate user of it."

Somewhat disappointed, at this time, Epimetatheus recognized Pandora's human identity.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that the Awakened Awakened is not surprised by such a result, after all, it is a treasure that involves fate, and it is normal for it to be difficult to use.

"Let's go, the faith that belongs to you, I can't take it, I really can't handle it, just let it stay like this. As long as you don't take the initiative to touch them, there will really be no bad results. ”

"I see."

Nodding, there was nothing she could do about the woman who had brought disaster to humanity, so she had to ignore the false illusions as much as possible, and continued to walk behind Epimetheus without any end.

The figures of the two gradually disappeared at the end, and Fang Cai's wish seemed to be just a joke. It's just that in a place she didn't know, the moment Pandora made a wish, the trajectory of fate was indeed turned around, but no one knew the trajectory.

Even in the dark, a corresponding disaster was once again inflicted on Pandora.

This is fate, the God of prophecy does not want to predict himself, because when you observe Him, He also observes you; The giver of the gift is reluctant to use Him personally, because as much you ask for Him, you will have to give.

However, just as two generations of god-kings have fallen in the face of fate, there is indeed no 'impossible' for him.

(End of chapter)