Under the Red Dragon.

"Fuck Mostima!"

"****Iomede!"

Within the spatial rift, several curses could be faintly heard, but the dragon's voice was so unique that the profanities uttered from its mouth had a somewhat epic quality.

If it weren't for beings who had mastered the language of dragons, they might have thought it was the solemn prayer of a high priest in a church.

"Although deities cannot be distinguished by a simple gender, this goddess is no different from an ordinary woman. She can turn on you in an instant, and she's even more adept at doing so than I am."

"And that bastard Mostima, I should have just run away instead of giving that demon the last bit of trust!"

As Caron peered around at the countless timelines around him, he muttered curses under his breath.

In fact, now that he is the emperor of the Golden Empire and the leader of the Gogmora dragon pack, this great red dragon rarely acts in such a 'childish' way.

Even when spending time with other female dragons and close confidants in private, this great red dragon is often tired and doesn't easily curse.

But neither Mostima nor Iomede, the first righteous and first valiant goddess of war, are targets that Charon can easily subdue at present.

Even the Seven Gods and Seven Evils Divine Breath, which this great red dragon rarely used and which gathered an extremely terrifying source of destructive desire, was not entirely confident in defeating the extremely mysterious great demon Mostima, let alone the goddess of war Iomede who descended in her true form.

Legend has it that the Seven Evils Sword in the hands of the First Evil Angel was powerful enough to kill even the supreme god who created the world. Although Charon's current power is not yet comparable to that of the First Evil Angel, Charon believes that his understanding of this power is not weak.

So Charon was still eager to see if he could confront the fully-formed god head-on at this moment, but reason prevailed over his impulse.

After all, this is not his old lair, nor is it the world of Ekania, but another spacetime universe.

Even if he possesses the ability to turn any place he goes into his own territory, he cannot easily attempt to challenge the original gods of this universe.

That would easily lead to the great red dragon being ganged up on, and Charon didn't want to repeat the story of himself and Mogyes being chased by countless ancient gods and fleeing across the entire universe.

So he could only vent his frustrations, since this big red dragon, though good at self-reflection, never consumed himself.

"Strange, why can't I sense Mogeyes's presence or the coordinates attached to his body? Could he have encountered some kind of accident?"

"This guy isn't exactly a saint in the conventional sense, but he won't easily abandon his chosen companions and run away,"

Kalon had long since reverted to his original dragon form, roaming freely in the spatial rifts, drawing upon the endless starlight scattered around him as his sustenance.

Thanks to its increasingly profound mastery of stellar magic, this great red dragon's effective utilization of stellar energy has now increased several times over, far surpassing its previous reliance on talent and self-understanding. The combination of these two factors has more than doubled its power.

The wisps of starlight gathered together, almost turning the scales of this hundreds-of-meters-long red dragon transparent.

If any living being were to approach and observe, they might think that this area contains a natural wonder—a massive star vortex that, like a funnel, tears and devours all the surrounding light, leaving no escape.

Some of the abandoned energy will transform into invisible ripples, slowly escaping and dissipating in the starry sky, before returning again.

But from Caron's perspective, looking down, the endless twists and turns made it impossible to see the world he and Mogyes had once entered.

The surrounding space and even the outermost space contain countless different times and spaces. Some are material worlds inhabited by mortal beings, while others are deathly silent and devoid of any life.

Some spaces are filled with chaotic and violent power, so much so that even legendary experts cannot easily use powerful spells. They must use their will to distort reality and create peaceful areas in order to ensure that their spells have the greatest effect.

Even Charon wouldn't easily land in such a world. Even if he could pacify and tame these violent and chaotic forces, it would likely be unprofitable and inefficient.

Some spaces may appear peaceful, but the dangers lurking within are almost intuitively present in Karon's perception.

Besides these mortal material worlds, there are many kingdoms built by gods, even further away from Charon.

Charon would never even consider setting foot in those kingdoms built by the gods.

Even a powerful god who enters a kingdom built by a weak god may be overpowered and suppressed by the weaker god.

When a weak god enters the kingdom built by a powerful god, his divine power is suppressed to the point of almost being demoted, and even his divinity may be easily divided and extracted.

With the blessing he received in the world of Ekania and his own abilities, Kalon was able to disregard the incarnation of the Dragon God. He could easily banish Tiamat within the territory of the Golden Empire, not to mention these gods in their own lair.

If this great red dragon dares to step into the realm of the gods, it will probably have little chance of escaping. At that time, this great red dragon will no longer be a king from afar, but a lackey of these gods.

"Fortunately, the mark I left on that silver dragon can still be sensed occasionally,"

As Charon stood on the nebula with his four claws, there was always a fraction of a second when he could vaguely sense the presence of the silver dragon he had rescued from the great demon Kelis.

Well, this isn't some kind of cunning or shrewdness; to Caron, it's a cautious and shrewd calculation.

In Caron's mind, many meticulously planned schemes are not perfect. On the contrary, it is sometimes the most unpredictable and ingenious moves that are the most difficult to guard against.

And that adult silver dragon has now become a divine tool in Kalon's hands.

However, this sensation was so brief and rapid that it was difficult for him to accurately grasp the path to that world.

"Forget it, going back now would just mean being banished by that goddess again. Maybe next time it won't be banishment, but rather angering her so she'll seal and suppress me."

Caron shook his head slightly, already understanding the goddess's intention.

In fact, although the great red dragon now considers Mostima to be an unreliable fellow, it still feels that Mostima's strategy of having him deal with Iomede was quite correct.

Otherwise, Charon would likely be in a state of being hunted down and running away. Even worse, Charon might have gotten into a fight with the goddess, attracting the intervention of other gods who might have directly dismembered and sealed the red dragon.

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait until this war is over before I can reunite with Mogeyes and make further plans," Caron thought to himself, his gaze fixed on the world beneath his feet.

What Charon and the multi-armed giant Mogeyes saw and experienced when they traveled through different time and space universes was microscopic from a larger perspective, but according to the outline of the mysterious demon Mostima, it was macroscopic.

The combination of microscopic and macroscopic perspectives gave Charon a vague but general understanding of the essential truth of the universe.

The infinite universe and spacetime are like countless grains of sand floating in a chaotic sea, rising and falling and being polished in the river of time. They may be born and die, or they may exist forever and operate eternally.

The gems and jade within represent relatively stable universes, while the majestic mountains and peaks are similar to this universe called the Great Other Shore.

Those landmasses that carved out stable realms within the chaotic sea were the large universes that powerful supreme gods were able to create.

As for the universes created by those more powerful supreme gods, they remained undisturbed even in the chaotic sea, and sat firmly in all directions even after experiencing waves.

Therefore, the pantheon Mostima speaks of is not a series of different sub-pantheons born in various universes, but rather a macro-pantheon encompassing the entire universe.

In this universe, the hundreds of thousands of different spacetime realms surrounding Charon are like grains of sand and precious gems floating in the river called the Great Other Shore.

"Perhaps the existence of the bottomless abyss is similar to the underground rivers connecting the bottoms of these different rivers,"

“Different levels of the abyss are like different tributaries, each anchored to and linked to different universes, which is why bottomless abysses exist simultaneously in many different universes,”

Caron stroked his chin, and through this journey, he gained a broader understanding and conjecture about the path he was pursuing.

"Although the Sea of ​​Chaos permeates all time and space universes, it may not be the original source. There is something that gave birth to the Sea of ​​Chaos and encompasses everything within it!"

"Perhaps it is something that even the supreme gods have sought to glimpse."

Charon's enormous body, carrying boundless starlight, gradually descended. This macroscopic understanding of the essence of the universe, while not allowing the great red dragon to gain an immediate increase in power, had an indispensable influence on his pursuit of the path and the ultimate goal of power.

Only those creatures that dare to take risks deserve to win.

Logically speaking, if one is like everyone else and unwilling to take more risks, those risks that far exceed what ordinary people can bear, how can one deserve to win?
How can you win if you do everything the same as everyone else?

To win, to go all the way, you must dare to take risks, you must be different!
Karon Gogmora, the red dragon, was not only a unique first-generation dragon, but also an adventurer of extraordinary character. So after his brief outburst, he had already returned to normal and descended towards the world beneath his feet.

Nothing else in this world could attract Karon, but the battle between the two powerful beasts greatly intrigued him.

Those were two monstrous ancient beasts, wreaking havoc on the land of this world, leaving the entire continent devastated.

Even the presence of a powerful behemoth like Kalon in this world could not elicit a reaction or alert from these two ancient beasts.

These two ancient ferocious beasts are primordial deities born in this world.

However, these two primordial gods, born from the world, not only do not protect other races and creatures in this world, but also slaughter each other in their battles.

The aftershocks of each of their battles were enough to destroy mountains and evaporate rivers and lakes. Those creatures, far inferior to the two primordial gods, were merely insignificant specks of matter in the shattered mountains and evaporated rivers.

Wherever the two ancient ferocious beasts passed, not even the bones of living beings could remain, completely mingling with the dust.

However, Kalon discovered that these two primordial divine beasts did not seem to have developed true intelligence, and they fought entirely on instinct, without any combat techniques or strategies.

The ancient giant serpent, stretching for thousands of miles, had scales as thick as an iron shield, even more rugged than the steep mountain walls. Its foul breath was enough to turn ancient trees and rocks into dust, yet it remained helpless against another ancient giant beetle.

The ancient beetle, hundreds of miles tall, coiled and rolled, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to surge wherever it passed. Even when the ancient giant serpent tightly coiled around its body and continuously spewed out a foul stench, it was still unable to break through the giant beetle's shell.

Each time the giant beetle's arthropod claws struck, although they couldn't break through the ancient giant snake's scales, each strike emitted a strange sound wave with its hiss, causing gaps to appear in the snake's scales and then tearing open the ancient giant snake's flesh.

The ancient giant serpent possessed immense strength and thick skin. Even when injured, it would not loosen its grip on its body, but would simply open its ferocious maw to devour all living things it encountered along the way.

Even in the wild mountains and forests, the rocks and soil swallowed by this ancient giant serpent can be transformed into special energy to repair its body, allowing the giant serpent to unleash its ferocity once again.

Kalon was immediately intrigued and decided to expand his domain, pushing aside the world's suppression and interference against outsiders, and recreating space.

Countless primordial energies were drawn from this great red dragon, gradually forming pillars, connecting beams, and arranging eaves, transforming into a colossal palace that floated above the heads of the two ancient ferocious beasts, propelled by the power spilled from the two giant beasts.

However, the palace was completely empty and undecorated. Karon didn't care about that; he only intended to use the palace as a temporary resting place and didn't need to build a dragon's nest there.

Kalon would lie under the eaves of the palace every day, and apart from going out to forage every ten days of the month, he would spend his leisure time watching the battle between the two primordial divine beasts.

This wasn't because Kalon was bored; rather, he seemed to be able to sense the ancient, primordial era at the dawn of the universe and the beginning of the world in this world.

At that time, the universe, with its infinite spacetime, was probably what this world looked like.

Countless primordial gods, born of nature, were still like wild beasts, devoid of intelligence. Even though they possessed divine existence, they could not achieve the immortality possessed by true gods.

Even if these primordial deities lived for millions or tens of millions of years, they were destined to become nameless skeletons in the long river of time, passersby in the universe, and dust in history.

"Perhaps after these two primordial gods fought to a draw, the one that survived plundered the divinity of the loser. After endless years of contemplation and enlightenment, witnessing the rise and fall of mountains and rivers and the changes of life in this world, it was only then that true wisdom was born, and it finally stepped into the level of an immortal true god."

Caron lazily propped his head up, observing as he thought, "Or perhaps the victors devoured the losers, gaining unprecedented power, and after awakening their intelligence, they wanted to break free from the limitations and constraints of this world, stepping out of their original world to challenge other worlds."

"Successful challenges lead to progress, while failure results in becoming spoils of war in the hands of other gods, or becoming a vassal god or slave god, or being used as material by other gods to forge divine artifacts!"

"However, perhaps I could also seize the opportunity to strike, to be the one who unawares the cicada that is about to pounce when these two primordial gods are about to decide their battle,"

Kalon slowly licked his fangs, the breaths from his nostrils becoming fierce, like a predator sharpening its claws before a hunt in a barren hill. (End of Chapter)