Another World: The Failed Magician

A terrifying aura reigned over the entire continent.

Saint!

Many powerful figures on the mainland have sensed this.

Another saint appeared.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

A young man suppressed his inner panic and walked in, trying to appear calm.

The boy immediately spotted an old man dressed in a dragon robe sitting at a table.

The old man looked listless and sickly.

Even so, the boy still felt an inexplicable fear when facing the elderly.

The boy quickly went over.

"My son, I will meet my father."

The old man stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

The old man remained silent, and the boy dared not get up.

"Ugh!"

After a sigh, the old man finally told the boy to stand up.

"Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

"Father, another person has broken through to the Saint Rank."

The boy tried his best to keep his tone calm, but even so, his voice still trembled slightly.

Saint Rank.

An existence capable of breaking the game.

Now, in the entire Eastern Dragon Empire, only the legendary Divine Dragon can rival it.

But only his father, Zhao Huai, knew about the dragon on the entire continent.

Recently, Zhao Huai has started to gradually hand over some tasks to him.

As the second prince of the Eastern Dragon Empire, Zhao Ming naturally knew what this meant.

He knew, of course, that now was not a good time to visit Zhao Huai.

But Zhao Huai was already on his deathbed, and no one knew how much longer he could live—maybe a month, maybe a week, or maybe just tomorrow.

If the sage had not appeared, Zhao Ming could have simply waited for Zhao Huai to pass away.

But the appearance of a saint at this moment was like a sharp blade hanging over his head.

If Zhao Huaiming dies tomorrow, what will he have to fight against the Saint?

So after discussing it with his men for a long time, Zhao Ming decided that he should pay a visit to Zhao Huai as soon as possible.

Even if we can't find out the information about the dragon, we can still find out Zhao Huai's attitude towards the appearing saint.

The old man remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Step down, this is not something you should be worrying about."

"Yes!"

Although he was somewhat unwilling, Zhao Ming had no choice but to obediently step back.

Based on his understanding of Zhao Huai.

Zhao Huai understood his meaning perfectly.

If you continue to persist at this point, it won't just be a simple warning to yourself.

After Zhao Ming left, a woman dressed in a white robe and wearing a blue veil walked out from behind the screen.

"Oh, that's it? I thought you were getting angry."

The woman's voice was very pleasant to listen to.

The old man glanced at the girl.

"I'm old."

"Hmm, I can see that now. If it were before, that kid would have definitely suffered a lot."

"I really envy you. When I saw you when I was young, you must have looked just like that."

"Longevity has its own set of hardships."

As she spoke, a deep sadness flashed across the woman's eyes.

After a moment of silence, the two tacitly changed the subject.

Do you know who that advanced saint is?

"I know, but to be precise, that person didn't advance in rank, but rather restored their original strength."

"May I know?"

"The First Emperor of the Dragon Kings".

"The Ancestral Dragon? Wasn't it dead?"

The woman shook her head and then pointed to her head.

"Although I don't know what happened, I clearly remember that this aura was definitely that of the Ancestral Dragon. It must have been resurrected in some special way."

"Was the First Emperor a saint?"

If it's just a saint, then the situation isn't too bad.

"No, its original strength was definitely at the god level!"

Hearing the woman's affirmative tone, the old man couldn't help but lower his head slightly.

Before the old man could answer, the woman continued.

"Moreover, I can sense that with the resurrection of the Ancestral Dragon, the speed of the continent's recovery will undergo a qualitative change, and I have a premonition that things from the mythological era will definitely revive."

"Can it be stopped?"

The woman shook her head.

"The recovery of battle qi and magic power is irreversible; it is a law of nature."

"Based on your memory, what are humanity's chances of winning after full recovery?"

The girl pondered seriously for a while.

"almost none."

"Is it really that pessimistic?"

"There's no way around it. In my memory, the limit of humanity is the Saint. Lifespan is an insurmountable chasm for you humans. Apart from a few primordial gods at the very beginning of this world, the rest of us only advanced to the God rank over a long period of time."

"Race without godhood can only be enslaved by those races that possess godhood; this is the rule of the mythological era."

There really is no other way.

"If you can find a god-level being that is recovering, helping it recover might save you from being enslaved. But in my opinion, becoming their lackey is not much different from being enslaved. In the end, we are just their toys. In any case, it is impossible for you humans to maintain your current status."

The old man's face was somewhat gloomy.

"Well, there's no need to be so pessimistic. Gods were extremely rare even in the mythical era, and almost all of them died after that great war. Only a very few survived, and with the possibility of successful resurrection, that number will definitely be even smaller. No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, there's not much to worry about."

How long will it take for the Ancestral Dragon to recover to his peak condition?

The old man's words piqued the woman's interest.

"What do you mean by that? You want to stop it from recovering? Although it's not at its peak right now, it's still at the peak of the Saint Rank. Do you really have a way to deal with it? Let me make it clear beforehand, the agreement between the old patriarch and you was only for me to protect you. If you want to go and fight the Ancestral Dragon, I will not help you."

"I naturally understand this principle."

"Weren't you humans slaves to the dragons in the mythical era? The worst outcome would be to appease its anger with the deaths of a group of people, and then return to the situation of the former Ancestral Dragon Empire."

"You do not understand."

As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up, as if he had made up his mind.

Seeing the old man stand up, the woman instantly understood what he was going to do.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Ah."

"He may not be able to bring about a better result."

"At least there's some hope, isn't there?"

Why must it go to this extent?

"In 2006 of the Ancestral Dragon Calendar, Rogge overthrew the Ancestral Dragon Empire, declaring across the entire continent that humanity would be completely freed from the rule of the dragons."

"I know about this kind of thing."

The woman was somewhat puzzled, not understanding what Zhao Huai meant by saying this at this moment.

"Do I need to ask if I already know? I thought we hadn't informed your Dragon Clan back then."

After saying that, the old man pushed open the door and went out.

The woman watched the old man's retreating figure.

A strange emotion swirled in her mind.

She didn't understand why it had to go to this extent.

All I need to do is survive.

she does not know.

The memories left to her by the old clan chief could not solve this problem.

Her only task was to ensure the continuation of her people.

If Zhao Huai really insists on going his own way, then she will have no choice but to end this cooperation.

……

Lu Xuan, whose condition had improved considerably, stood up again.

A handsome young man, whose face still held a touch of childishness, slowly walked out.

More striking than his appearance were his vertical pupils, which exuded an aura of majesty.

Saint Saros.

No, he should be called the First Emperor now.

Without Rogge's protection, Lu Xuan felt that Rogge could tear him apart with a single glance.

With Rogge protecting him, Lu Xuan was a little unsure of the opponent's strength.

"What is his current strength?"

"Perhaps the strength of a peak Saint."

"Are you sure?"

A faint smile appeared on Roger's lips.

"If you knew how long I had been preparing for this day, you wouldn't have asked this question."