Chapter： 202 The Future
The disturbance in the River of Time did not elicit much reaction from the surrounding creatures.
Not all beings have the ability to perceive the existence of the River of Time.
In the Deadlands, all the remaining high-level Spellcasters, True Dragons, and countless undead creatures were completely unaware of what was happening.
Except for Brian, and Harrison, whose gaze shifted from excitement to cautious seriousness.
He sensed a hint of danger. The powerful mental strength of a dual-school legendary Spellcaster, combined with his understanding of the world's fundamental rules, allowed him to perceive the changes in time.
The constant flow of time seemed to transform into a rotating ring-shaped vortex, intertwining the past, present, and future.
Harrison no longer hesitated. The moment he sensed the anomaly in time, he began to chant incantations.
His expression was serious, the ghostly blue flames in his eyes flickered rapidly, and he slowly extended a pale finger, already showing some flesh and skin, pointing it at Brian.
Ninth-level legendary necromancy spell: Finger of Death!
The ninth-level instant death spell of the necromancy school is relatively rare among legendary spells. It has similarities with the decree of death but comes with a certain cost. Upon hitting the target, it is more lethal than the decree of death, capable of completely killing the opponent both mentally and physically.
Whoosh!
The pale finger shot out, carrying a surge of deathly energy, cutting through the air with a dark gleam, traversing a thousand meters in an instant, and appearing at Brian's forehead.
However, the pale finger, almost touching Brian's head, suddenly halted, frozen in place right in front of Brian, with the flesh and bone at the severed end clearly visible.
Brian looked up.
A colossal True Dragon, a hundred meters long, formed entirely from the power of time, with ripples of time undulating across its body, was quietly observing him.
Silver-gray scales, six irregularly distributed black scale rings, four dragon horns extending backward... and a pair of deep, radiant platinum dragon eyes.
This... this seems to be the real, future me... Brian realized.
The future Brian before him did not seem to be from another parallel timeline but was his own future.
It was an instinct.
Whoosh!
The future Brian exhaled.
The pale finger, shrouded in dense deathly energy, seemed to have experienced countless ages in that breath, turning to dust in an instant.
"What is this..."
The sudden turn of events made Harrison's face change dramatically.
He looked at the hundred-meter-long silver-gray dragon, feeling an extreme sense of danger.
At this moment, Harrison recalled a legend about the Time Dragon.
It is said that the Time Dragon is never alone...
The Time Dragon can directly summon its future self to the present. Without god-like power, encountering a lone Newborn Dragon should not give rise to any evil thoughts.
Harrison had never believed in such an extraordinary ability before. After all, legends often exaggerate, and no one had ever truly seen a Time Dragon.
But now, seeing it with his own eyes, he was forced to believe, despite his reluctance.
The flames in Harrison's eyes flickered wildly.
Amidst the pervasive black mist, he took a deep breath, desperately absorbing life essence and souls, not giving himself any time to buffer. Unable to erase the emotions and memories carried by the numerous souls, Harrison's gaze grew increasingly chaotic, constantly shifting.
However, his aura grew increasingly powerful, his muscles filled out, his skin glowed, and his appearance changed almost every second.
Future Brian ignored the commotion caused by Harrison.
He looked at the heavily injured, weakened, and mentally exhausted Brian with a peculiar smile on his face and said in a deep voice, "Suffering a severe injury is a rare experience for both you and me. Savor it well."
"Such opportunities will only become rarer as time goes on."
Brian: ................
He was momentarily speechless.
It seemed as if Future Brian was still looking out for him.
After all, for a Time Dragon, being severely injured is a rare occurrence... On second thought, he might be right... Right my foot!
Brian's face darkened.
No matter how rare this experience was, he didn't want to go through such a terrible feeling!
He hoped it would never happen again.
When he was hit by the decree of death, there was a moment when he thought he was really going to die. His entire mind was enveloped by the terror of death, with emotions like unwillingness, anger, and regret surging simultaneously.
"I know what you're thinking."
"Trust me, you'll understand what I mean in the future."
"Life is long and boring; you need to find some small amusements."
Is your amusement watching your past self get beaten up?
Brian's face darkened.
Future Brian moved, disappearing from his original spot, and then reappeared in front of Brian, looking at his dull and cracked scales.
"This looks absolutely terrible, but it's quite interesting."
Noticing Brian's displeased gaze, Future Brian smiled slightly and extended his massive Dragon Claws towards Brian.
"Watch closely, this is how you use the power of time."
The power of time flowed out like water, condensing into a semi-illusory ring around his wrist.
The ring was composed of the power of time, adorned with numerous intricate runes that Brian couldn't understand.
Under Brian's curious gaze, the runes lit up, and the wheel of time turned counterclockwise.
In an instant, the scales on his body underwent rapid changes.
The cracks healed quickly, and the grayish-white scales gradually returned to their silver-white color.
A mass of invisible black energy, containing numerous enchantments from the school of enchantment, rapidly retreated from Brian's body and dissipated into the air.
The once dying dragon body was now full of vitality, reversing and restoring to its peak condition.
In just the blink of an eye, all of Brian's injuries vanished.
Brian felt his completely unharmed body, took a few steps, flapped his Dragon Wings, and swished his dragon tail.
The severe injuries he had just suffered seemed like an illusion, as if they had never happened.
He looked at Future Brian, opened his mouth, wanting to ask about his future development path or something.
But a burst of maniacal laughter suddenly interrupted him.
He turned towards the sound.
A gust of wind seemed to rise within the billowing black smoke, dispersing it in an instant, revealing a figure within.
A young man in a black robe, with a ruddy complexion, a strong body, and a handsome face appeared in Brian's sight.
Except for the deep blue ghostly flames burning in his pupils and his constantly changing, maniacal expressions and gaze, this young man looked like an ordinary twenty-something Spellcaster.
Healthy, full of life and vitality.
It was hard to imagine that this was the appearance of a lich.
