Tremors from Time

Not long after Orsaga left.

A dazzling ring of light several hundred meters wide slowly appeared in the murky void.

Nicoterus's golden dragon body shot out of it like the swiftest of fish.

After appearing, he first looked around at the empty, chaotic scene.

This desolate state, where not even a single hair remained, immediately left his originally solemn expression somewhat stunned.

Did I get the Spacetime Coordinate wrong?

That was the first thought that arose in his mind.

After thinking it over, still uncertain, he opened another Space Door and drilled straight through it.

Then he saw the Space Door he had left behind earlier.

Yes, after teleporting around in a circle, he had returned to where he started...

After confirming that the coordinates were correct.

Looking at the miserable scene around him, Nicoterus immediately fell silent.

What's going on? If the coordinates are right, then where the hell did the Alara World go??

This news hurt him even more than discovering that his golden triangular crystal had been lost!

As a Planeswalker.

Nicoterus did not need to rely on meditation and similar methods to restore his mana like those trash Spellcasters.

But he could absorb the mana contained within various worlds and different spacetime regions to strengthen himself!

Thus, Nicoterus had always harbored covert designs on High-Level Worlds such as the Alara World.

It was only because of the Ancestor Beast, a World Consciousness capable of moving freely, that he had never made a move!

In order to drive a nail into the Alara World, Nicoterus had even sold a precious item at a loss to a local native.

It was a hybrid dragon named Mofei Ge, with demon blood flowing through his body.

Originally, Nicoterus had intended to use benefits or other methods in the future to