Duncan controlled the juvenile dragon and removed a dragon scale, which, upon touching the totem on the sacrificial stone, gradually gathered magic power and emitted a faint glow.

The elder catman priest was overjoyed, leading a group of tribesmen to kneel and worship.

Not long after.

The juvenile dragon's figure soared again, its speed now surpassing most birds. No one knew how long it flew, but after crossing a towering snow mountain nearly ten thousand meters high, the view before Duncan opened up, revealing a vast primitive forest at the edge of his sight.

——Northern Ridge (Cold Mountain Range).

The juvenile dragon landed on the snow-covered rock at the top. Looking southwards from here, there was an endless primitive jungle, plains, hills, rivers—a great river flowing down from a mountain lake.

Looking northwards, one could see glaciers stretching to the horizon, polar glaciers extending all the way to the sea.

At the foot of the mountain.

"I think I just saw something?!"

A burly man with a horned helmet, holding a shield and longsword, gazed into the misty depths of the distant mountains, his expression hesitant, feeling a sense of familiarity with the fleeting outline.

Beside him was a tall, slender male with pointed ears, silently chanting a spell and flicking his fingers, causing the campfire to flare up instantly.

Then the tall, slender man sat down to warm himself, his hands rough like tree bark. He took jerky from a delicate bag, skewered it, placed it over the campfire, and looked up asking, "What did you see?"

The burly man also appeared doubtful, muttering, "I think I just saw a dragon."

A dragon?

The tall, slender elf chuckled and said, "Dragons have long been extinct in the Northern Land. It's been nearly hundreds of years since there's been any word of the giant dragon."

"You might have been seeing things."

With that, he waved his hand, and a snow eagle circled down, soon soaring again. After a while, he spoke softly, "There are no dragons nearby."

The burly man sat down reluctantly, hesitating, "But I really seemed to see it."

His companion did not respond.

Soon, another figure appeared, a menacing tiger head emerging, looking at the two by the campfire, speaking in a deep voice, "The blood hunters of the dark elves have caught up."

"Should we ambush them?"

The leading elf mage gently shook his head, "Ignore them."

"Their queen has gone mad."

"She is convinced that in the fifth epoch, an emperor will emerge to unite the continent and establish a vast empire!"

"Our mission is to find the Mother of the Night Sky's altar."

"According to the prophet's prophecy."

"It won't be long before a destructive continent falls into the Lost Horizon!"

"That continent is the only chance for our tribe's survival."

Listening to the elf mage's words, the burly man beside them was incredulous, "Will a continent really fall from the horizon?"

The elf mage looked determined, "Of course."

"Otherwise, where do you think the continental shelf here came from? This land was originally nothingness, other worlds' annihilated continents fell here, giving birth to the many provinces of the Elf Empire."

The tiger-headed warrior questioned suspiciously, "Will there be survivors up there?"

The elf mage nodded, "There might be."

"But probably very few."

"Not many can survive such a catastrophe."

The others by the campfire still appeared skeptical, as a continent falling from the sky was indeed too unbelievable.

But the elf mage was confident, he produced a secret scroll and spread it open, with chains engraved with countless runes on all sides, piercing through the land from a whirlwind in the sky, then crushing the continental shelf and dragging it into a black hole-like space.

He glanced at his shocked companions, then used magic to switch to the second scroll—an overseas island with glorious civilization, soaring spires, magnificent palaces, and a terrifying sea whirlpool swallowing it all, endless magic power rampaging, crushing the continental shelf, and finally, as if tendrils, dragged the entire island into the vortex of annihilation.

The elf mage's voice was low, "Under this starry sky, nations are constantly in cycle."

"A new epoch arises from the annihilation, while the ruins of the old world fall into ours."

"The Eternal Island of the High Elves."

"Was the first continent to fall from the horizon."

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