After stabilizing his foundation, Neltharion's gaze turned to the distance, towards the holy land of the Black Dragon race—the Obsidian Sanctum.
The Black Dragons there, under the influence of Deathwing's bloodline, had unfortunately fallen into the abyss of N'Zoth's corruption.
Saving them was his inescapable mission.
He personally led an elite Dragonkin army, enduring hardships, to return to that homeland shrouded in corruption and shadow.
The battle was fierce, but Neltharion still won the war.
Then, deep within the Obsidian Sanctum, Neltharion raised his hands, and the power of light pierced through the dense shadows.
Pure white light enveloped the struggling, roaring corrupted Black Dragons, forcibly stripping and purifying them of N'Zoth's corruption. Most Black Dragons, after painful purification, were reborn, prostrating themselves on the ground, letting out whispers of relief.
However, a few individuals could not bear the dual shock of collapsing faith and madness being stripped away, and completely fell into frenzy.
They rejected salvation, roaring as they rushed out of the Sanctum, and were eventually personally ended by Neltharion.
Obsidian remembered this scene particularly clearly because he was also present at the time.
Obsidian had originally thought N'Zoth would act at that moment, but the Old God didn't even have the courage to come and take a look.
It wasn't until Neltharion led the Black Dragons out of the Obsidian Sanctum that he quietly left.
After becoming a demigod, Neltharion ruled the Dragonkin kingdom he had built for nearly a thousand years.
He worked diligently, bringing this nascent kingdom to the pinnacle of stability and prosperity.
Finally, in a ceremony symbolizing the peaceful transfer of power, Neltharion handed the scepter of the Dragonkin Emperor to his offspring.
Having shed the heavy burden of mortal kingship, he did not rush to ascend to godhood and fly to the Divine Kingdom, but chose another path.
Neltharion began to travel around Azeroth.
Not as the Dragon Aspects of Earth or the World-Breaker, but as an ordinary mortal.
He concealed his true identity, walking through this vast world.
He delved into the primeval jungles of Kalimdor, climbed the treacherous peaks of the Eastern Kingdoms, explored the underground cities of the Nerubians, and interacted with various mortal species.
Neltharion once again felt the pulse of the earth, listened to the voice of the world, and observed the propagation of life and the rise and fall of civilizations—re-acquainting himself with this world he had once protected for tens of thousands of years, and then vowed to destroy.
Then, he even approached the other four Dragon Aspectss under various aliases and identities.
As a mortal, he helped the other four Dragonflights resolve their troubles.
With his extraordinary wisdom, profound insight into the world, and excellent combat prowess, he gradually regained the respect and trust of his former colleagues.
A subtle bond, transcending time and identity, was being re-established between them.
However, he had not yet revealed to them the most crucial words: "It is I, Neltharion."
The recollection ended here.
Obsidian fully understood Neltharion's choice.
This former Dragon Aspects needed to fully complete this journey of redemption and re-cognition before he could truly embrace godhood in a completely new form.
Moreover, his journey of re-acquaintance also brought unexpected joy: the Dragonkin, following Neltharion's footsteps, also gradually traveled all over the world.
The sights and experiences they brought back stimulated the Drakkari Kingdom, which had long been peaceful and somewhat stagnant; a great age of exploration was brewing.
Obsidian sensed Neltharion's location and found that he was currently on a ship sailing from Darkshore to Northrend.
Based on Nefarian's previous message, he understood the Black Dragon King's thoughts—this thousand-year journey was coming to an end.
Neltharion's ascension ritual was about to take place.
After confirming Neltharion's progress, Obsidian's will naturally extended, sensing the current state of his avatars.
First, there was Ignis Scorrath.
After solidifying his identity as a Wild Demigod, as he had not yet found a suitable 'death opportunity,' he remained in Pandaria for a long time.
Shaohao's mists still shrouded that land, preventing most believers from entering, so Ignis Scorrath had to personally preach there.
Initial attempts were arduous; the Pandaren deeply believed in ancestral spirits and August Celestials, making it difficult for the Dragon God's faith to take root in this land.
Ignis Scorrath painstakingly managed to cultivate a few qualified clerics.
However, these newly appointed priests and Paladins hardly preached at all; they quickly rushed to the Great Wall, throwing themselves into the brutal battle against the Mantid invasion.
This made Ignis Scorrath suddenly realize: the fundamental driving force for these Pandaren to accept his faith was to gain the power to protect their homeland.
So, he decisively adjusted his strategy.
Instead of broad preaching, he selectively preached to specific groups—the guards along the Great Wall, the poor Pandaren who had lost their homes and loved ones due to the Mantid invasion, and so on.
Gradually, on the majestic Great Wall, the figures of Pandaren priests and Paladins increased.
Their tenacious fighting and significant sacrifices eventually earned the recognition and respect of the Shado-Pan and even the August Celestials.
The Dragon God's faith finally began to spread in the soil of Pandaria.
Churches and shrines of the Dragon God were gradually established in cities and villages of all sizes.
Although, with the lazy nature of most Pandaren who are content with their lot, they generally only remained at the level of general believers.
But this trickle, when gathered, also became a stable source of faith for the Divine Kingdom of Serakhen.
Then, there was Ekseltus.
His story was not as epic as Ignis Scorrath's, even a bit unremarkable.
After collecting Blue Dragon eggs and Black Dragon eggs, Obsidian had always wanted to complete his collection and fill his Dragon 'kindergarten' with the other three types of dragon eggs.
He couldn't replicate his previous methods; there was no similar favor large enough to 'borrow' dragon eggs, like resurrecting Sindragosa.
It was incomparable to the situation of stealing Black Dragon eggs, as that was to save them.
He couldn't just steal their eggs and then convince himself that he was saving them from their parents, could he?
Ekseltus had to collect dragon eggs that had lost their Dragon Aspectss for various reasons.
This process could only be described as arduous, but with the help of time, he actually collected dozens of various colored dragon eggs.
As for the other avatars...
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