Yes.
The ancient times when gods and dragons danced together.
Even though Ian knew this might just be a bold speculation, he still felt the possibility was incredibly high. The magic used by the black-robed wizards just now made him feel the unique aura belonging to magic, and also gave him a sense similar to the divine spirit casting divine arts he had encountered before.
Ian, having truly seen a divine spirit, was able to distinguish this. If it were someone else from Hogwarts, even Dumbledore wouldn't have the same perception.
"If this is truly the case... the history of wizards and even the gods might be rewritten." Ian quietly clicked his tongue at his own speculation, and he had more than one reason for such a conjecture.
At this moment.
Ian was standing on the devastated earth, apart from the area protected by his magic under his feet, the surrounding area was almost entirely scorched and cracked ground.
The air was filled with the remnants of burnt ashes and the lingering sweet and savory scent of roasted meat.
These were traces left by the black-robed wizards—they had just used magic comparable to "Meteor Fire Rain" to hunt a giant dragon; the world's resetting would naturally leave hunting traces.
Although the sky had already cleared.
The natural environment damaged by the black-robed men still existed. And as the rain began to fall again, Ian once again felt the aura of that ancient magic.
The raindrops fell slowly, not icy cold, but carrying a strange warmth and radiance. Every drop of rain that touched the ground seemed to awaken dormant seeds. On the originally dead land, faint green appeared, with tender sprouts emerging from the ashes, gently trembling in the wind like the hope of rebirth.
"They actually understand the importance of environmental protection?"
Ian extended his hand, a raindrop fell on his palm, emitting a faint golden light.
"A kind of growth spell?" Ian looked up, letting the rain hit his face. He squinted at the clearing sky, a complex emotion rose in his heart.
Such magic.
It wasn't absent in his era, yet absolutely couldn't achieve such a broad and rapid growth. This wasn't ordinary rainwater but something fused with the power of nature and the magic origin. It was like Earth's tears, or the healing power of time itself, silently replenishing life force when all things were about to perish.
"Not just a growth spell."
Ian was feeling.
He discovered a startling truth. In the distance, on the charred remnants of a giant tree, branches were regrowing, layers of lush green leaves returned to their former prosperity shortly. He watched the rainwater fill pits, forming small puddles. In the puddles, several translucent small fish suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Wagging their tails joyfully swimming—life creation was being demonstrated! This was something neither the magic nor alchemy he was familiar with could achieve!
"This..."
Ian murmured to himself, his voice full of shock. He looked up at the sky, through the rain curtain, luminous particles drifted in the wind, like stars endowed with life.
It was precisely these particles that brought life.
The rain continued to fall.
Yet all the damaged natural environment was restored. The clouds parted a slit, revealing a faint ray of light. Under this light, everything burst forth with vitality. Ian stood in place, quietly watching all this, for the first time felt an unprecedented awe in his heart.
"Indeed! Those wizards! They will ultimately become gods because of their magic!" At this point, Ian felt that his previous conjecture's possibility had risen significantly.
This place, neither belonging to any known era nor beyond the history Ian was familiar with, was the era of gods, but not the glorious era of gods known to everyone.
Rather the origin of them, seemingly chaotic beginning? Countless possibilities converged here, everything had yet to fully evolve, the gods had not yet decided the world's direction.
"This... is still just my speculation, if it is the truth, it would be quite shocking." Ian shook his head throwing his wild thoughts behind.
Recalling the vanished dragon and those ultra-ancient wizards, Ian felt that to return to the correct time, or correct era, he might need to find this group of ultra-ancient wizards.
"Again the way home... this is almost becoming my main theme." He muttered softly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and fatigue. He certainly wasn't traveling through time for the first time. But this time was different, he was not intentionally entering this unknown place but was swept into it by a sudden magic storm.
"It's all because I wanted to harvest super magic potions and alchemy materials." Ian was somewhat annoyed at his own greed, blinded by the knowledge of the ancient giant dragon's treasures.
If he hadn't gone seeking the dragon, he wouldn't have encountered the ever-refreshing dragons, if he hadn't encountered the ever-refreshing dragons, he wouldn't have been sucked into this unknown place because of knocking the dragon's head. In the end, it's all greed's fault, if he had followed the new trio back to Hogwarts, he probably would already be sound asleep, enjoying himself, instead of being here, drenched and stared at by mosquitoes bigger than his head?
"Had I known earlier, I wouldn't have touched that bronze gate." He murmured, his gaze swept over the surroundings, "But saying these things now actually doesn't mean much."