Well of Ruin and Reconnection

The golden divine eye cast down a Divine Light Pillar, and a figure rapidly took shape within it.

"My avatar is the extension of my will in the mortal world... All followers of the Eye of Truth must accept my guidance. Otherwise, they will perish as heretics and traitors, and the power of the arcane shall never be open to them..."

The pillar of light slowly dissipated, revealing a young Human Mage.

Of course, humans did not yet exist during the age of the Well of Eternity, so the Highborne kneeling all around had no idea what race this form belonged to. Yet they did not dare question a god's decisions or preferences.

His black robe resembled a boundless starry sky, with stars and streams of energy flowing across its surface and giving off a faint glow.

A Runic Disk floated behind Hu Feng's shoulders. Its surface was inscribed with countless patterns of unknown meaning, while divine power guided void and Arcane energy through its grooves.

The divine eye in the sky suddenly dispersed. The remaining divine power gathered once more, and an incomparably ornate, flamboyant staff appeared beside Hu Feng.

The staff was two meters long, its shaft likewise engraved with countless Titan divine patterns. Strands of runic energy wrapped around the entire shaft like sheets from a scroll. The staff head was connected to a base shaped like a half-blooming flower petal. At its center floated a golden Eye of Truth formed from divine power, while four Divine Crystals slowly revolved around it. Above the eye hovered a larger, sharp diamond-shaped crystal.

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

From the moment this Titan creation-level staff was born, it possessed self-awareness. It was linked to its master's mind; even when its master released it, it could continue floating alongside him, or independently cast various offensive and defensive spells to assist in battle.

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

Hu Feng was extremely satisfied with his first creation.

It was a divine artifact for showing off, throwing one's weight around, killing, arson, staying home, and traveling. This essence avatar of his in the mortal world would probably be using it for quite some time.

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

Two more Divine Light Pillars descended from the heavens.

Two enormous bodies rapidly formed within them. Once the light dissipated, they strode forward and took positions behind Hu Feng on either side.

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

The Faceless Ones excelled at mental corruption and all sorts of spells targeting the mind. Their bodies seemed to be composed entirely of fleshy tentacles, and their faces lacked any features; there were only densely clustered, writhing tentacles.

Once he won this war, Hu Feng also intended to move one Old God from his own planet over to Planet Azeroth to parasitize it.

Azeroth currently held no hostility toward him, and he had no intention of harming her either. Children had to be taught from a young age, after all, so he needed to start instilling in Azeroth the idea that he was a wonderful person.

At the same time, he could use his own Old God to counter the other Old Gods, lest they secretly stir up trouble again someday and attempt to corrupt Azeroth's world-soul once more.

The atmosphere in Suramar City was as festive as a holiday today. Every elf was brimming with delight, as though they had already won this dangerous war.

Boss Hu was surrounded by the Highborne like a living ancestor and escorted, like the moon among stars, to the Nightwell at the center of the city.

"What a crude, shallow method of energy utilization. You call this a miniature Well of Eternity?"

If anyone else had called them crude and shallow—especially in terms of magical energy utilization—the Highborne, arrogant to their very bones, would not stop until they had beaten the shit out of him.

But since it was the god they worshipped saying it, the elves could only nod along with awkward expressions.

"Divine Lord, our path of magical exploration is indeed still very shallow. As for the methods of using divine power that you once taught the Chosen One, we have remained completely clueless about them to this day..."

All right, every Highborne instantly turned into a humble, studious good child.

"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 rose from the earth. Enveloped in divine power, the entire Nightwell began to shatter and collapse, turning into powder and dispersing.

Then another golden Divine Light Pillar descended from the sky and slowly condensed over the ruins of the Nightwell. In the end, an enormous Divine Crystal floated in place.

"As my followers, the Highborne no longer need to rely on the Well of Eternity's supply of magic. I will provide you with inexhaustible Arcane energy."

"Your spirits shall be with the crystal. After death, devout followers will be eligible for a glorious ascension, entering my great domain and continuing to exist in a new form."

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

The enormous sense of emptiness brought by severing their energy connection to the Well of Eternity was filled once again at this moment.

Endless power had returned. Vast magic surged through their bodies once more, and everything seemed to have returned to that incomparably glorious era.

The fervent Highborne knelt again. Their devotion to Sarodar, God of Magic, soared rapidly as great numbers of them became fanatics.

And since the Divine Lord had said that devout followers were qualified to ascend into the realm of the gods and advance into entirely new forms, the Highborne, with their boundless thirst for knowledge and exploration, became even more frenzied.

Queen Azshara? Who was that? Was she edible?

Summoning the great god had indeed been the right choice. Divine Lord Sarodar had saved them, saved the Highborne who had been on the brink of despair.

"Praise be to Divine Lord Sarodar!"

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

Elisande, who had taken the lead, knelt on the ground and spoke excitedly.

The Caverns of Time.

In the treasure vault of the infinite sands, the Dragon King of Time Nozdormu had been admiring his countless treasures when he suddenly raised his enormous dragon head, his eyes widening.

At this moment, the timeline had undergone a massive and irreversible deviation!

Who was it!?

The predetermined fate had been thrown into chaos. An incomparably powerful existence had interfered with everything.

The location... Suramar?

What the hell were those Highborne doing... Wait!

Nozdormu shuddered. He suddenly thought of something.

If that was truly the case, then he would no longer even have the courage to question it.

If that truly was a Titan creator, if all of this had truly been planned by a Titan creation...

When the duty bestowed upon him by the Pantheon conflicted with the will of the Pantheon Creator, what was he supposed to do?

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