Well of Ruin and Reconnection

The golden divine eye cast down a pillar of divine light, within which a figure was rapidly taking shape.

"My avatar is the extension of my will in the mortal realm... All followers of the Eye of Truth must accept my guidance, or they shall perish in the name of heretics and traitors, and the power of Arcane shall never open to them for eternity..."

The pillar of light began to slowly dissipate, revealing a young Human Mage.

Of course, the human race did not yet exist during the era of the Well of Eternity, so the Highborne kneeling all around did not recognize what species this form belonged to. Yet they dared not question the decisions and preferences of their god.

His pitch-black robe was like the boundless starry sky, with stars and streams of energy flowing across its surface, emitting a faint, hazy glow.

Behind Hu Feng's shoulders, on either side, floated a Runic Disk engraved with a vast array of meaningless patterns. Divine power guided the energies of the Void and Arcane, surging through the disk's inscribed lines.

The divine eye in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the remaining divine power coalesced once more. Then, an exceedingly ornate and flashy staff materialized beside Hu Feng.

This staff was two meters long. Its shaft was also densely inscribed with Titan divine patterns, with runic energies coiling around the entire staff like scrolls of parchment. The head of the staff connected to a petal-shaped base that seemed half-bloomed, with a golden Eye of Truth formed from divine power suspended at its center. Four Divine Crystals revolved slowly around the eye, while above the eye floated an even larger, sharp diamond-shaped crystal.

"Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Binder of Magic."

This Titan creation-level staff possessed self-awareness from the moment of its birth. It was attuned to its master's mind; when its master released his grip, the staff could still float and follow him, or autonomously unleash various offensive and defensive spells to assist in battle.

Hu Feng raised his arm and crooked his finger. The massive staff immediately cast a Blink and appeared in its master's hand.

He was quite satisfied with his first creation.

A divine artifact for showing off, throwing down, killing, arson, travel, and daily life—this essence avatar of his in the mortal realm would likely be using it for a long time to come.

"Prepare to welcome the descent of the Titan Soldiers. My Chosen warriors will also guide and assist you."

Two more pillars of divine light shot down from the high sky.

Two massive bodies rapidly took shape within the pillars of divine power. Then, as the pillars dissipated, they strode out in large steps and came to stand on either side behind Hu Feng.

Faceless Ones—the dark flesh creations of the two Old Gods on his own planet. Ever since he had fully controlled those two Old Gods, their underlings had naturally become his fanatical followers as well.

The Faceless Ones excelled at mental corruption and various spells targeting the spiritual plane. Their bodies seemed entirely composed of writhing flesh tentacles, and their faces bore no features—only dense clusters of squirming tendrils pressed together.

Once this war was won, Hu Feng also planned to move one of the Old Gods from his own planet to Planet Azeroth to parasitize her.

Azeroth currently bore no hostility toward him, and he likewise had no intention of harming her. So, teaching a child while young was the way to go—now was the time to instill in Azeroth the idea that he was a good person.

At the same time, he could use his own Old God to oppose the other Old Gods, lest they one day secretly pull some trick again and attempt to corrupt Azeroth's world-soul.

The atmosphere in Suramar City today was like a festival. Every elf looked elated, as if they had already won this perilous war.

Boss Hu was surrounded by the Highborne like a living ancestor, carried in a star-encircling-moon formation to the Nightwell at the city's center.

"Crude and shallow use of energy, and you call this a mini Well of Eternity?"

If anyone else had called them crude and shallow—especially in matters of magical energy manipulation—the bone-deep arrogant Highborne would have beaten them to a pulp without mercy.

But well, since their own god was the one saying it, the elves could only nod along with awkward expressions.

"Divine Lord, our path of exploration into magic is indeed still shallow. The forms of divine power you once imparted to the Chosen One remain something we have yet to grasp..."

Alright, in that moment, the Highborne had all turned into humble, studious good children.

"With me here, this crude creation can be erased."

With that, Hu Feng raised his staff and pointed it at the Nightwell before him.

A violent tremor came from the earth. The entire Nightwell, wrapped in divine power, began to shatter, collapse, and dissolve into dust.

Then another golden pillar of divine light descended from the sky, slowly coalescing over the ruins of the Nightwell. In the end, a massive Divine Crystal hovered in place.

"As my followers, the Highborne no longer need to rely on the Well of Eternity's magical supply. I shall provide you with an endless source of Arcane energy."

"Your spirits shall be bound to this crystal. Devout followers, after death, shall be worthy of a glorious ascension, entering my grand domain to continue existing in a new form."

As Hu Feng explained, the Highborne in the city instantly felt their spirits pulled by an irresistible force, then tightly connected to the Divine Crystal at the city's center.

The immense emptiness brought by severing their energy link to the Well of Eternity was now filled once more.

Endless power had returned. Vast magical energy surged again within their bodies, as if everything had returned to that once-glorious era.

The fanatical Highborne knelt once more, their devotion to the God of Magic, Sarodar, skyrocketing. They were rapidly transforming into fanatical believers.

And on top of that, the Divine Lord had said that devout followers were worthy of ascending into the god's domain and being promoted to a new form—this only further inflamed the Highborne's boundless thirst for knowledge and exploration.

Queen Azshara? Who was she? Did she taste good?

Summoning the great god had indeed been the right choice. Sarodar Divine Lord had saved them, saved the desperate Highborne.

"Praise you, Sarodar Divine Lord!"

"Your great power has restored our glory once more. We shall forever be your most devout followers. The Eye of Truth is willing to fight to the death for you!"

Elisande, at the head, knelt on the ground and spoke with fervor.

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Caverns of Time.

In the treasure chamber of endless sands, the Dragon King of Time, Nozdormu, was admiring his countless collections. Suddenly, he raised his massive dragon head, his eyes wide open.

The timeline had just experienced a massive and irreversible deviation!

Who!?

The destined fate had been disrupted. An existence of immense power had interfered with all of this.

Location... Suramar?

What in the world are those Highborne up to... wait!

Nozdormu shuddered, suddenly struck by a thought.

If that were truly the case, he wouldn't even have the courage to go and demand answers.

If that really was a Titan creator, if all of this was truly orchestrated by the Titan creators...

The duty bestowed upon him by the Pantheon, and the will of the Pantheon Creator—when these two came into conflict, what was he to do?

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