After arriving at this unimaginable answer, many of the doubts Li Wei had never quite been able to unravel finally began to show their outlines.
For instance, regarding the "silence" of this divine realm of Tamara, mother goddess of the Silver Dragons, he had originally extrapolated the approximate time the Floating Mountains had fallen based on the years Sylvie had appeared on the continent and her age—it should have been two or three centuries ago.
Yet he had never found any mention of such a world-shaking event in any records. Even Silver Wing, guardian dragon of the Northlands, knew little about it, as though it had never happened at all.
Now, though, that conclusion appeared to have been entirely mistaken.
Because it had been founded on the premise that the river of time flowed in orderly fashion from upstream to downstream.
Tamara's divine realm had most likely fallen into the void long, long ago—perhaps even in that ancient age when Ao still existed.
And who knew just how much time Sylvie, that unlucky creature who happened to hatch at that critical juncture, had "lost" after being flung out of this chaotic temporal vortex.
Uh... it seemed "unlucky creature" had to include Li Mou Long as well.
It was simply that they had arrived upon the Material Plane more than a hundred years apart.
But compared to that vast stretch of lost time, this tiny discrepancy was already negligible.
At that moment, Li Wei suddenly found himself feeling a little sympathy for the Sylvie he had never met.
By a Silver Dragon's reckoning, it was as if she had gone out traveling after her birth, only to return home and find that seas had turned to mulberry fields, and even the dragons were no longer the same.
Seeing the grave expression