Kalon's active spirit gradually calmed, and his will sank into the Sea of Spirit, entering a deep slumber once more, allowing his body to slowly grow under the nourishment of the gradually recovering Ancestral dragon blood.
The Tree of lifes fruit, which Kalon had swallowed and stored in his stomach , was also crushed along with its magical seal—the spell sealing its life energy and aura—under the spontaneous traction and erosion of Kalon's body.
Vast life energy diffused into the body of this Ancestral Red Dragon, causing the Ancestral Red Dragons blood to accelerate its recovery, growing vigorously.
Furthermore, more knowledge and legacies flowed out from the Dragon bloodline's inheritance, and this knowledge would be gradually digested by the sleeping Kalon, a process every True Dragon undergoes during slumber.
Based on the knowledge Kalon had previously learned from Tiamat, the Chromatic Dragon Queen, the True Dragon's inherited knowledge treasury is also a crucial part, serving as an important means for True Dragon s to contend with other Legendaries.
After every True Dragon reaches adulthood, the inherited treasury deep within the Dragon bloodline will fully open, forming a fixed domain system of spiritual cognition, like the True Dragon's Treasury, sufficient to resist and avoid the cognitive impact and overwriting of worlds constructed by orthodox Legendaries.
This is also why countless True Dragons become prejudiced and mad due to the influence of their inheritance; their cognition has been completely covered and enveloped by the inheritance. While they receive protection from the ancestral bloodline, they are also influenced by it.
Of course, some exceptionally powerful Legendaries can always exceed the ordinary scope; specific clashes still depend on the individual differences between the two sides.
However, this also demonstrates the inherent advantages of the True Dragon race; by simply lying down and sleeping until adulthood, they possess the basic ability to contend with those powerhouses who only reach their peak after countless years of effort.
But Kalon no longer needed to wait until adulthood; his Flame Domain—[All Things Turn to Ash]—had already formed a tangible domain, sufficient to resist the mental impact of those Legendaries.
This is also why Tiamat, the Mother of Evil Dragons, favored this Red Dragon, who was still a hatchling in her eyes. Even among Ancestral Red Dragons, very few Red Dragons would be like Kalon, because Kalon's cognition and will were influencing the evolution and growth of his bloodline.
To a certain extent, it was an external manifestation of Kalon's cognitive system of the world, just like a certain Rampaging Red Dragon with a narrow materialistic domain; that Red Dragon's domain was precisely generated by his cognition and will.
And Kalon's domain was not simply derived from his own bloodline's evolution; in reaching such a stage, a large part of the reason came from the knowledge Kalon gained in the laboratory by dissecting countless infernal fire demons of the same origin and extracting countless magical creatures with similar attributes.
If Kalon wished, he could even leave this knowledge in his bloodline. If his descendants, who inherited Kalon's bloodline, were outstanding enough to digest this knowledge, they would also evolve and transform in Kalon's direction.
Kalon allowed his body to fully grow under the abundant nourishment of life energy and the replenishment of magic, while his consciousness, submerged in the Sea of Spirit, touched the realm of spirituality at its very bottom.
Kalon's psionic energy, this powerful ability, is the integration of spirituality, mind, and flesh. And the psionic power provided to Kalon by all the races and subjects he ruled came from their spiritual devotion.
This was also knowledge that Kalon could only discover and understand as he delved deeper into this path.
Although Kalon's abilities are somewhat unique, they can still be categorized as a type of psionist, or more appropriately, a psionic caster.
Of course, some mages and Scholars prefer to call psionic casters 'psionic mages,' because the root of these casters' power is always related to their own spirituality, and they all need to tap into the power of their own spirituality.
However, Kalon's abilities differ somewhat from these broadly defined psionic casters. What a psionic mage can do, Kalon can do, but what Kalon can do, those psionic casters find difficult to accomplish.
This includes directly facing and entering that layer of spirituality, hidden deep within the world, connecting all living beings—a real yet exceptionally illusory spiritual domain.
Kalon faced that illusory spiritual domain as if it were a dream-like river flowing through countless living beings. Kalon's own spiritual domain was like a bubble on this illusory river, independent yet interconnected.
He did not rashly intrude into the world of the spiritual domain. Although the spiritual domain seemed like a river, its interior was infinitely vast and boundless, and one could easily get lost within it.
Moreover, once one steps out of their own spiritual domain and enters the spiritual world, they will encounter many unpredictable dangers.
Many evil spirits and evil creatures that even the Gods find difficult to destroy are trapped within, banished by the Gods into the spiritual world, and the bodies of those evil creatures are sealed as if in eternal silence.
This is also a method often employed by many deities when facing intractable enemies.
It is said that the Chaos Hound Kozuf, known as the Heaven Plunderer, who specialized in devouring the souls of the Gods' worshipers (petitioners), was sealed by the deities of Mount Celestia in the deepest part of the spiritual world.
This Chaos Hound possessed bizarre abilities; souls devoured by it would be completely destroyed, and even the divine power of the Gods could not save these souls. Even the Right Hand of the God of Justice was once bitten off by this demon hound and could not be restored.
The God of Conspiracy shared a similar tragic fate with the God of Justice. This deity had once sealed the Chaos Hound Kozuf, but after being released, this vengeful Chaos Hound relentlessly pursued the God of Conspiracy, eventually biting off one of the God of Conspiracy's legs.
Thus, this Chaos Hound was jointly exiled countless times by the Gods, finally being sealed in the spiritual world.
Kalon stood within his own spiritual domain, crouching at the edge of the world and gazing into the distance. The bubbles clinging to the River of Spirit seemed fixed to this river, seemingly flowing with it yet not disappearing.
But around these bubbles, various smaller, hazy bubbles arose. These tiny bubbles constantly changed, some appearing and disappearing in a mere instant, while others persisted longer.
Kalon could even see countless fantastical scenes within these tiny bubbles with his spiritual eye—those were the dreams of the bubbles' owners.
Although some creatures' dreams seemed interesting, with some pink spring dreams and some black nightmares piquing Kalon's interest, Kalon did not step out of his domain to make contact.
He currently lacked the power to freely roam the spiritual domain.
The Legendary Nightmare Serpent Dandel, that terrifying monster born from the earliest nightmares of living beings, particularly liked to devour the dreams of living beings just before they dissipated.
Moreover, this Nightmare Serpent especially favored terrifying and evil dreams, considering many Kings as its nourishment, and even the dreams of the Gods were to be devoured by this serpent.
Countless such terrifying monsters exist in the spiritual world, and Kalon did not wish to encounter them.
Some spiritual realm monsters, powerful enough to terrify even the Gods, can even temporarily break the world's rules protecting the spiritual barriers of all beings, wantonly absorbing the spirituality of all beings to grow.
Those creatures with insufficient spirituality often die silently in their dreams at night, precisely because these terrifying monsters have broken through their restraints in the spiritual world.
"Obi…after," a loud noise came from the depths of the spiritual world, clear enough for even Kalon, who was on the periphery, to hear.
Kalon's amplified spiritual perception could even hear the terrifying echoes and roars reverberating above countless spiritual domains—those were the residual sounds of monsters living in the spiritual world and some powerful existences remaining in the spiritual world.
And this vague roar was clearly the unwilling residual sound of some powerful existence.
There were also some spiritual lights in the spiritual world, like illusory canvases, projecting the presence of themselves through some mysterious power.
Kalon could see the scene flowing in the center of the River of Spirit not far away: countless spiritualities, like tangled chains, sealed a bubble many times larger than Kalon's own spiritual domain. Only the occasional projection of a stele, exposed to the outside, allowed Kalon to see clearly.
Dense spiritual light danced on the stele, forming ancient characters. Even without recognizing these ancient characters, one could understand their meaning through spiritual touch.
But Kalon did not need to risk spiritual contact, because there were two types of writing on this stele, one of which was the Dragon Language, which True Dragon s inherently knew.
Kalon quickly scanned the content and realized that this was also the projection of a sealed place.
"The Leviathan of Fear, it gave birth to monsters and snakes,"
"Its teeth are sharp, its claws merciless,"
"Its body is filled with venom, not blood,"
"The fierce beasts of the continent and the deep sea, bathed in the glory of authority like gods,"
"Unspeakable fear, if you behold the Leviathan,"
"From its terrifying body were born giant serpents and venomous True Dragon s,"
"The wildest hurricane, the fear that shakes the earth,"
"And intense hatred that even the gods cannot comprehend."
"The world trembled at the slightest disturbance of the primordial Leviathan."
"And the Kings and True Dragon placed it in the silence of the abyss, the spiritual sleeping place, to sleep forever."
Kalon finished reading the ancient Dragon Language inscription on the stone tablet, suppressed his curiosity, and did not actively explore. Instead, he stood in the spiritual domain, intending to observe the situation around his nest.
The growth of his mind and power, along with his strengthened spirituality, issued a fatal warning to him. Kalon could already sense a deadly threat lurking near him.
This threat was hidden within the spiritual domain, undetectable in the real world. Even the previous Kalon could not find the hidden danger through such means.
Even if Kalon used the alchemical secret treasure, crafted from the knowledge preserved by the Kings of the Ancient Magic Empire, which used the spirituality of living beings as nourishment to peer into the domain of time—those large clocks used for time experiments to amplify it—he still hadn't reached the standard for entering the spiritual domain.
These Ancient Magic Kings once imprisoned a God for research. After long experiments, they discovered that the power of spirituality made it easier for them to touch the invisible rules hidden deep within the world.
This is also why many Gods of faith need a large amount of faith power to maintain their grasp on the rules behind their divine positions. Once this power of faith, which is similar to the spiritual rules of living beings, is exhausted, the Gods of faith will also fall into eternal silence above the Astral Plane.
This unfortunate God, imprisoned by the Ancient Magic Kings, was precisely the bitch Goddess—the Goddess of Magic—mentioned by the Chromatic Dragon Goddess Tiamat.
Kalon had tried before, but he had not touched the existence of the Weave, because there was no such thing as the Weave in this world.
Or rather, relative to the infinite number of multiverses, most worlds do not have such a deformed thing; only a few special worlds have it.
No one knows the true purpose of the Goddess of Magic who created this thing, but the explanations circulating in many worlds are diverse, and in Kalon's view, they are merely another manifestation of ambition.
And this Goddess of Magic descended from the Astral Plane to this universe, wanting to create and spread her Weave here, but was captured and imprisoned by the prepared Magic Kings.
Unlike Graz'zt, the Prince of Darkness, who was once imprisoned in the material world for a century, the Goddess of Magic was not only imprisoned by the Magic Kings but also killed by them.
Although the Goddess of Magic, residing high above the Astral Plane, was a God of great power, the Goddess of Magic who descended into this universe could not possess power that crushed everything.
The Ancient Magic Kings preserved information about time machine experiments on the mystical side, which was derived from their research on the Goddess of Magic.
However, after undergoing growth and transformation, Kalon no longer needed the spiritual amplification of these time secret treasures to step into his own spiritual domain.
Kalon surveyed his surroundings. He could now see the spiritual domains of nearby living beings. His spiritual eye could even see the dreams of his subjects within a certain range, with countless warriors loyal to the True Dragon fighting bloody battles on the battlefield.
Countless orcs and murlocs fell before the warriors, and countless warriors also died under the enemies' blades and swords.
Kalon couldn't help but frown, the fine scales formed by his spirituality furrowing. Clearly, a war was ongoing in his territory, invaded by orcs and murlocs.
Intense anger rose in Kalon's heart, but he did not intend to awaken. Although he regarded his territory as a garden for enjoyment and nourishment for growth, his current growth was more important.
Kalon reined in his anger and continued to search for the hidden threat. As long as he could find the opponent, he would be able to eliminate them from the material world after awakening.
Countless spiritual lights were swept over by him, and many jumbled dreams were also inadvertently glimpsed. He saw fragments of the Young Red Dragon Kediros's dream.
This Young Red Dragon was having a sweet dream, fantasizing about opening the True Dragon's treasury and enjoying it all by himself. The Young Red Dragon excitedly rolled around on the endless gold coins in the treasury, piles and piles of gold coins scattering like wheat and rice from Kediros's True Dragon claws.
"Hmph, this Red Dragon is truly accustomed to poverty. Gold coins are the least valuable things in the treasury," Kalon couldn't help but scoff as he watched the Young Red Dragon's dream.
Several White Dragons dreams flashed by, with countless Frost Giant roaring and attacking the White Dragons, causing the White Dragons to flee in all directions. Clearly, the Frost Giant had left a sufficiently deep shadow and lesson on these White Dragons.
There was also the Ellie's dream. This Green Dragon was having a sweet dream, dreaming of occupying the majestic Giant Dragon King Fortress, becoming the supreme master of the Dragon clan, with female True Dragons becoming the Green Dragon's attendants and male True Dragon becoming the Green Dragon's mates.
Just as Kalon was finding it amusing, his gaze suddenly sharpened. A faint, almost imperceptible aura and fluctuation spread from the Ellie's spiritual domain.
This aura and fluctuation were so faint that if they weren't completely different from the Ellie, Kalon might not have noticed them.
This Green Dragon was actually parasitized by some existence within her spiritual domain.
"I've got you," Kalon's eyes revealed a cold glint. He was about to leave the spiritual realm and return to the sea of consciousness.
But that fluctuation and aura seemed to have discovered the Red Dragon's prying at this moment. The fluctuation rapidly expanded, and a mysterious and invisible force passed through the Ellie's spiritual domain, connecting to Kalon's spiritual realm, pulling Kalon's spiritual consciousness into the interconnected domain.
"Hehe, originally, I planned to digest this Titan's spirit, turn the Titan's flesh and blood into my true body to descend upon the world again, and then devour all of you True Dragons to become my nourishment. But since you've discovered me, then you shall not leave!"
Illusory and eerie laughter and overlapping voices echoed in Kalon's ears. Kalon peered through the illusory mist and found that this was his Fortress.
And in the depths of the mist, a huge mass of shredded meat emitted the scent of real flesh and blood. This huge lump of shredded meat was enough to bury Kalon's body, and a large cocoon, several people high, was buried in this blood-soaked shredded meat.
The large cocoon was currently expanding and contracting as if it had a life of its own, like breathing. Each contraction absorbed a lot of flesh and blood, turning into flowing bloodlines on the large cocoon.
And inside this large cocoon, Kalon saw a mysterious creature taking shape amidst the continuous nourishment of flesh and blood. A pair of pitch-black, twisted ram horns had already transformed from spirituality into a tangible body.
"Nightmare, the primordial Nightmare." Kalon uttered a few words, and his huge fangs even sparked a few Spark in his spiritual body.
This strange creature was indeed a Nightmare, the first Nightmare race born in the world, not the horse-shaped demons that often appear in the abyss or other evil planes.
This primordial Nightmare also originated from the initial spiritual dreams of living beings. Their numbers were extremely few and they were very mysterious. If Kalon hadn't undergone sleep and assimilated more knowledge from the True Dragon's inheritance, he wouldn't have recognized this extremely powerful yet extremely weak creature.
"Hehe, as expected of a True Dragon with an inheritance, you even know of my existence," a demon-like whisper sounded in Kalon's ear.
The Nightmare gestating in the large cocoon said with a mocking tone, "Those who know me shall be killed by me. This Supreme Sky Titan, a powerful celestial creature, also had his fear stirred by me and was killed by the enemy transformed from fear. His body and soul were devoured by me."
"Let me, the great King of Nightmares, see your fears, you weak Red Dragon!"