In this short moment, Kalon's mind was filled with countless chaotic thoughts. Regardless of whether his fate was twisted by others or if others had other purposes, the opponent's ability was something Kalon was far from being able to contend with now.
The hand that manipulates destiny, in any world, in any story, is a mysterious and powerful force. Even among the gods, not every deity can glimpse this power.
Kalon's always calm mind was instantly filled with various negative thoughts. A sense of frustration, being controlled by others and unable to determine if his actions were truly his own will, rose from the bottom of his heart.
Every detail since his birth in this world, every decision he made, flowed like rolling information through his auxiliary brain and consciousness.
He began to fall into self-doubt and denial, and he was filled with pessimism about his future. Perhaps he was just a puppet manipulated by others, with the strings attached to him controlling his will and actions.
Kalon's absolute desire for control over his own will made him more prone to getting stuck in such setbacks. His will gradually weakened, and his mind began to waver.
At one point, he even doubted whether his very existence was also controlled by others. The wavering of his will caused the psychokinesis shining in his body to lose its luster, no longer possessing its miraculous power.
The light of the soul attached to his soul and will also continuously receded, and the power of his strong flesh and blood body declined. This was because the body, strengthened by the permeation of psychokinesis, lost the blessing of miraculous power.
Since his birth, Kalon had refused to let the Evil Dragon Blood influence his will. This stemmed from Kalon's desire and fundamental arrogance within his soul.
Even the inherited True Dragon Blood could not influence his will. But the strong will forged by his arrogance also, at this moment, stepped into the weakness of will due to arrogance.
The Temple of heroes, suspended high in the distance, also suddenly fell from the sky, and the singing of the souls of the fallen warriors in the Holy Church abruptly ceased.
The holy light on the heroes' bodies was fading. They were about to revert to the moment of their death, those souls filled with pain, distortion, and despair.
The river Styx, which is located deep within the endless world and is the final resting place for souls, and which traverses countless worlds, also began to summon these souls.
It was summoning these souls to embark on the path of extinction prescribed by the world. This is one of the most fundamental laws from all worlds, and these souls were gradually unable to resist the call of the origin.
And those departed souls engraved within the Holy Church also twisted on the frescoes of the dome and the pillars supporting the sky. Their black ghostly claws, under the blessing of the world's laws, wanted to break free from their comfort and return to the embrace of the river Styx.
The Temple of heroes, at this moment, became a ghost realm of black mist, with countless departed souls wailing and struggling.
"Kalon!" Rosani's eyes were about to burst as he watched the falling Holy Church. He roared and, without looking back for a moment, charged directly towards the Plane portal. The Black Dragon's roar echoed over the endless forest.
"Wait, wait, Kalon, hold on a little longer. I will gather the Dragon clan for you. If anything happens to you here, this Plane will be your tomb, and all life will be buried with you!"
Below, the branches of two tall Tree of Life swayed wildly, as if trembling!
"Boss, what should we do?" A tall Barbarian walked up to Barbarian Gibb, scratched his head, and still asked.
"What to do, what to do," Barbarian Gibb exhaled, kicked over the questioning Barbarian, and sneered, "Did you see those Gnoll wiping their weapons? What they do, we do! Destroying the lives of a world, heh, what a great idea!"
"What's the meaning?"
"If even one's own thoughts are born from others, and one's goals are established due to the influence of others, then what is the necessity of one's actions, and even one's existence?"
Kalon fell into self-doubt, his mind filled with chaotic negative thoughts, without a moment's pause.
"So what is my true purpose?"
Kalon also fell to the edge of nihilism for his entire True Dragon life, sliding into the abyss of nihilism.
The light on his scales became dim, the firmness in his eyes turned scattered, his will was troubled, and his spirit was no longer rational.
The Evil Dragon Blood began to revive in his body, and the surging Evil Dragon will roared. It wanted Kalon to become a pure Red Dragon, a Red Dragon slightly smarter than a beast, a not-so-special Red Dragon.
But deep within Kalon's heart, a faint voice quietly raised its question.
"You aren't even afraid of failure, yet you're afraid of such a boring thing?"
"How can free will that comes from power be truly strong free will? When you are weak, will you give up the pursuit of self-will because you lack power?"
"Wake up, Kalon, true free will is not determined by the strength of power; it always depends on you!"
The faint voice echoed in Kalon's heart, at first as tiny as a mosquito's hum, but it repeated again and again, like a whip lashing at the soul, striking Kalon's confused and closed inner self, gradually awakening the will that Kalon had enclosed in his decadent heart.
Kalon's consciousness amplified this faint voice, which gradually echoed throughout his entire being. The shadow behind the strong will, originally due to arrogance, was also laid bare for Kalon's self-examination, observation, and analysis, to "know thyself."
"Yes, I can accept failure, but I cannot tolerate my own weakness. What is my goal? My goal, first and foremost, is to be myself. I am me, and then everything else."
"A will strengthened by power is also an illusion. To feel panic due to fear and fall into self-doubt, such behavior, no matter which me it is, is a weak behavior that I cannot tolerate."
Kalon lifted his lowered head. His scattered gaze refocused, and his troubles were gently brushed away by his re-concentrated will, like brushing away a speck of dust.
"If one's will is strong enough, how can others easily influence oneself?" Kalon clenched his True Dragon claws, and his massive body stood up.
He re-examined his inner self, discovered and acknowledged his arrogant nature, and became calm and relaxed.
"It's just some rough setbacks on the path," Kalon bared his fangs, curling his lips, and softly said, "A person has only one destiny, and that is the destiny I choose for myself!"
At this moment, a trace of pure and unadulterated power quietly emerged between Kalon's mind and flesh. This was the true light of the soul, excavated and born from Kalon himself, no longer the psychokinesis that had previously arisen from the infiltration of psychokinesis.
This trace of the light of the soul instantly transformed into immense psychokinesis, filling Kalon's body. Kalon's body glowed anew, his physique regained its strength, his spirit began to grow, and his will also began to expand.
Netis's soul, attached to Kalon's scales, also sensed this immense mental fluctuation. The Red Dragon's spirit emanated from his body and mind, giving Netis a heavy sense of oppression.
A layer of brilliant light emerged from the Red Dragon's body, pushing Netis, who was attached to the scales, far away.
This fluctuation also startled the Magician who were exploring the ruins. The Magician hurried to the spot, only to see a huge mass of brilliant light. The dazzling light even prevented them from seeing the figure inside.
Squinty-eyed Mage Hsiusir stared dumbfounded at the huge ball of light, which exuded the same aura and pressure as his former teacher, the Saint level Magician Lapers. He couldn't help but shout, "Psychic Master?"
A Psychic Master is a mysterious and powerful path of cultivation.
One sentence can summarize the power and versatility of a Psychic Master: powerful fists and feet, flashing sword light, and lengthy magic all pale in comparison to a Psychic Master's single thought.
This psychic ability, which originates from long-term strict self-examination, intellectual training, and the cultivation of mental abilities, requires overcoming inner demons and various unforeseen difficulties to be born in those who have eliminated distracting thoughts from their minds.
Except for some naturally gifted Psychic Master seeds, it is extremely difficult to study one's own mind and consciousness to unearth this hidden power within the body, even countless times more difficult than for an ordinary person to become a Magician.
Moreover, Kalon is a Red Dragon, inherently carrying negative influences. The fact that he could become a Psychic Master was already astonishing enough for these Magician, but what surprised the Magician even more was that the psychic power this Red Dragon possessed was already comparable to Saint Magician Lapers's magical abilities.
"This is truly a terrifying monster!" Squinty-eyed Mage Hsiusir sighed, closing his mouth as his line was stolen by the surrounding Magicians.
Seeing the dumbfounded expressions of the surrounding Magicians, Squinty-eyed mage grew smug again, feeling that his will was firmer, unlike these Magicians who were overly dramatic and ignorant!
The other Magicians' words were indeed somewhat disrespectful to the Red Dragon, but the surrounding Imperial Guards were not human, and their views differed from humans.
They believed this was a compliment from the Magicians to the Red Dragon, and so these tall Imperial Guards showed expressions that seemed to say, 'At least you know what's good.'
However, Kalon's consciousness did not notice these reactions; the newly born Light of Mind had already integrated into every part of his body, every piece of flesh, every organ, and even every cell.
His body, including his soul and will, was enveloped and permeated by the Light of Mind, finally seeping into the Evil Dragon Blood that had self-dormant due to his will's re-cohesion.
His former bloodline talent—[Mind Overclocking]—also silently shattered at this moment, turning into countless runes, absorbed by the Light of Mind that had permeated his bloodline, and a new ability quietly took shape within Kalon's body.
This was the power of mind born from dissected supreme arrogance, and also the power of mind born from pure will, thus it possessed the supreme power of authority—who controls destiny!
Boom! As this ability was born, Kalon's will suddenly sensed all living beings, souls, and objects in this world that were linked to his psionic power.
The distant dim temple of heroes, the despairingly twisted souls, the unwilling heroic spirits, the silent and anxious dependents—all received feedback in his newly condensed Light of Mind.
The next moment, Kalon's will descended abruptly across a vast distance; his Light of Mind traversed immense space, sprinkling down.
"Ah," a headless, withered soul was pulled by the world's origin, by the summons from the Underworld River, tearing itself out of the temple of heroes.
"I am unwilling, I refuse!" The soul of the fallen Gnoll commander, wearing broken iron armor embedded in its soul, desperately clung to the dim pillars of the temple of heroes, the powerful pulling force making him like a small boat swaying in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.
One by one, unwilling souls cried out and struggled, but souls without the protection of psionic power were not perceived by mortals.
The Dragon clan's dependents were lifeless, silent, and suppressed, merely repeatedly anointing their weapons.
The power of mind descended at this moment, like a divine being from heaven scattering his radiance and blessings; the Temple of heroes suddenly trembled, soaring into the air, its dormant crimson blooming with immeasurable light.
The True Dragon Song and Heroic Soul Song inscribed in the Dragon clan's temple of heroes sang themselves, guiding the immeasurable light to fall upon each soul.
The Gnoll commander's soul had its iron armor restored, the blood color faded, and the entire soul solidified, emitting a layer of white radiance.
The radiance cut off the summons from the Underworld River, and also made the Gnollcommander's soul quiet and peaceful; this volatile soul fervently and devoutly cried out: "Praise my Lord, praise my King, praise the Dragon King who rules the world!"
One by one, souls bloomed with holy radiance, all praising loudly: "Praise my Lord, praise my King, praise the Dragon King who rules the world!"
Holy radiance manifested here, heroic spirits reappeared, the Holy Hall floated, and the warriors below also felt the presence of the Red Dragon at this moment; all the warriors threw their weapons high into the air, and an active aura descended anew, fervent and boisterous.
All the warriors shouted loudly: "My King, my Lord, the Dragon King who rules the world!"
At this moment, Kalon's consciousness suddenly expanded, borrowing the psionic power of countless souls; he felt the world's pulse, the mental consciousness fluctuations of all life in the Green Field Forest, and also the consciousness fluctuations of all Trees of Life growing in this Plane.
The next moment, his will followed this fluctuation, descending into the frequency and rhythm of all Trees of Life's consciousness connections, and the consciousness of all Trees of Life echoed the Red Dragon's arrogant laughter: "Make your choice: surrender, or destruction!"
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Far to the south of the Dragon Clan Territory, on a fertile continent, lay the territory belonging to Earl Rabic. In the eyes of Earl Rabic's subjects, this Earl was not only tall and handsome, but his flowing golden hair also captivated many young maidens in love.
Furthermore, Earl Rabic was wealthy and kind, owning the most luxurious palace, yet he never exploited the common people in his territory; this luxurious palace was built solely on his family's wealth.
Every day, countless maidens dreaming of becoming the Earl's lover stood before this luxurious palace, pretending to pass by casually, hoping to gain Earl Rabic's favor.
Unfortunately, Earl Rabic seemed overly devoted, only loving the Countess with silver hair. Although the Countess was of peerless beauty in both figure and face, maidens who knew the nature of nobles still hoped that the Earl would one day 'try some wild vegetables,' but no one had ever succeeded.
The luxurious palace, measured in hectares, had gardens full of roses, fountains with exquisitely carved statues, grand halls covered with magnificent fur rugs, and countless elegant and secluded pavilions.
Everything a noble's castle possessed, this palace had, and it was far grander and more dignified than those noble residences.
Countless beautiful maids walked through the palace, carrying golden and silver pots; each of these beautiful maids was infinitely more beautiful than the maidens lingering outside the palace, possessing the most elegant postures and the most appropriate attire and makeup.
Several beautiful maids passed through halls and pavilions, chatting and laughing, and stopped in a back garden. They carried golden and silver watering cans and sprinklers, watering the flowers in the garden.
"Hehe, I heard that the Young King from the Golden Land, who was once called the Tyrant of Earth and Magma, is now actually referred to as the World-Shaping True Dragon by many human Scholars. It's incredible that that Red Dragon recently gained the allegiance of Metal Dragons; a Metal Dragon actually willing to pledge allegiance to a Chromatic Dragon."
The beautiful maid said to her companion while watering the flowers.
"That's normal. That Red Dragon is different from other Chromatic Dragons. The True Dragon he leads is also very different from those foolish Chromatic Dragons. I bought a book the other day, supposedly a story circulating in the Golden Land, about an Ogre and a beautiful maiden."
Her companion chuckled, "The story is very touching; I even secretly cried once in bed, shedding many tears. I never thought such an ugly monster could possess such beautiful emotions!"
The beautiful maid's expression suddenly became mischievous, her delicate, slender eyebrows raised, and she lowered her voice, chuckling: "A story about an Ogre and a beautiful maiden, huh? I don't think you were wiping away tears."
The companion's face flushed, and she reached out her long, white fingers, pinching the beautiful maid, and their laughter instantly spread throughout the garden.
In a high pavilion, the study window was open, and a golden-haired youth sat on a large chair draped with luxurious animal fur, reading a book. From the occasionally turned cover, a few words were vaguely visible—True Dragon and the Game of Power.
The maids' soft laughter and playful sounds were carried by the breeze into the golden-haired youth's ears. This spirited youth suddenly threw the book far away.
"What nonsense True Dragon and the Game of Thrones! How could proud True Dragons wage war and fight each other over mortal power struggles? It's utterly ridiculous."
The golden-haired youth sneered, "The Tyrant of Earth and Magma? The World-Shaping True Dragon? Heh, just a lucky Chromatic Dragon, not worthy of a title!"
The golden-haired youth clenched his fist, and a strange power surged within his body.
This power stirred the deepest pride and arrogance inherent in True Dragon nature, bringing the youth immense amplification and strange power. The fullness of this powerful energy made his lips curl slightly, revealing a smug smile.
"Heh, the power of arrogance is an ability naturally suited to True Dragon s. I will prove that I am stronger than that Red Dragon. A powerful title is only fit for the strong to possess. I, Obirash Rabic, am the true strong one!"