Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 216 If You Were a Dragon, That Would Be Good
In the Elder Scrolls universe, wearing armor is a shortcut for mortals to become gods. This is because, within the Orbis system and the world of Mondas, the creator spirit has long since died; however, it was only consciousness that died, not power.

The power of the Holy Spirits flows eternally across the earth; it is ownerless, yet it is personified through the worship of mortals. Mortal faith can thus influence this power, and mortals can thus embark on the path to heaven.

This is about acting, about imitation.

Mortals imitate the actions of gods until others can no longer distinguish between the imitated god and the imitator. Until the imitated god himself appears to be the imitator. This is the armor, the path to heaven. And driving this, one element is absolutely essential.

That is 'the other,' that is the observer, that is faith—since the power of the Holy Spirit can give birth to deities through faith, then suitable faith can naturally also have the effect of modifying the nature of deities. As long as faith is abundant and the achievements of the imitators are sufficiently remarkable, then this precious divine authority will fall into the hands of the imitators.

Several ascended gods have already done this.

Whether it's Mannemark or Tiber Septim, this predetermined step is indispensable in their paths to ascension. And this proven path of power could enable the people of Mondas to successfully advance and complete it in almost any world.

Almost any world.

The reason this can be achieved is not because the concept of 'armor' is particularly profound or mysterious. Rather, it is because a simpler and more common reason is coming into play.

The basis for becoming a god by donning armor is that the one who dons the armor is already a god.

The greatest reason why the people of Mondas were able to embark on this path to heaven is that all of them were fragments of the Primal Spirit from birth. They were, from the very beginning, the embryos of a god, only lacking the necessary development!
“I have been a god from the very beginning.” Wu Chen let out a soft breath, his memories of what he had done when he returned to Earth last time flowing through his mind.

This is not an exaggeration, but a statement. The young gods were gods from the very beginning, possessing unparalleled potential and status. And the greatest factor that could restrain the young gods was their own thoughts.

The mind is the greatest shackle, limiting all power and preventing its development. But the moment a decision is made, everything becomes open.

Wu Chen made a decision, Wu Chen found his goal, Wu Chen cast a resurrection spell, and Wu Chen's past regrets were successfully erased.

He thus gained the qualification, and thus was able to take this crucial step. Even if it was just a byproduct, the life's work of the dead wizard Nemo, which he obtained from Hera, had already been completely analyzed, digested, and even innovated in Wu Chen's mind, filling in the unfinished parts to some extent.

He could already be considered a high-level wizard—he only needed to complete his spell creation, and he would be an undisputed standard high-level wizard. Even before that, all his parameters had already met the required standards.

and so……

“I am already the Lord of Mount Tai.” Wu Chen looked at his palm, where the power to control death was gathering.

He already is.

When he performed the resurrection spell, completing the world's first resurrection of the dead; when his actions became known and believed by the most influential people in the world; when he fulfilled his promise to his believers, acquiring a vast amount of unclaimed pure willpower—he had already become one.

Lord Taishan, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, is the highest-ranking god of death in the pan-Eastern mythological system. And this power is precisely what can restrain the Rotten Coffin and Duneville.

He was therefore qualified to compete with them on the same stage, and therefore qualified to confront them head-on. Even if his body and soul at this moment could not perfectly bear this status and this power. After all, even if he was aware of this, the means he used were ultimately nothing more than trickery.

For a young god to become a true god, reaching level 5 is necessary. However, with enough achievements, some additional tasks are not impossible.

Wu Chen closed his palms. The death and life force gathered in his palms were colliding and squeezing. Annihilation was then generated, tearing and gnawing at his palms, creating multiple cracks and fissures, only to return to completeness in the next moment under his will.

"I'm going to deal with those two dragons," Wu Chen said calmly, the human element in his voice rapidly fading. "I will eliminate them both."

The spacetime structure around him began to become unstable. His body then expanded rapidly at a visible speed.

The advanced behemoth form unfolds.

The power of will and faith are infused into it, and its sufficiently lofty status propels the power of magic.

The worm-infested crown became the medium. However, the green dragon's body, which should have successfully manifested, was twisted and transformed under the influence of the Lord of Mount Tai, taking on a different form.

The sky lost its color, and a dark curtain rolled out in all directions.

The dragon's long, slender body coiled and twisted, its fine scales reflecting light like starlight or candlelight. And when its pair of long, elegant wings spread, its scarlet dragon eyes looked down upon the earth.

'Zhulong'—this is the thought that comes to mind for countless people the moment they see this dragon's body.

Their ideas converged, transforming into an invisible tide that propelled the dark and profound dragon's body toward a direction more in line with mythological accounts.

The transformation of the body is thus completed.

Adapting to and mastering the dragon's body only takes a brief moment.

The legendary realm was easily traversed in the blink of an eye. His life level instantly reached level ninety or higher. Even though this immense burden would soon overwhelm, crush, and shatter him, at least for now, he could still control it.

—The active time is...128 seconds.

With a graceful movement, the dragon claw scooped up the witch who had followed him on her back. She might be useless in battle, but as a mortal being whom Wu Chen knew and was familiar with, she was a useful anchor.

His self-awareness thus stabilized, and the duration of his dragon form increased to 365 seconds. With a gentle flick of his long tail, the myriad phenomena around him instantly transformed.

Teleportation, spacetime transfer—his ability to manipulate spacetime was enhanced by this dragon's body. And at the very moment the teleportation ended, he saw it and it.

Dunneville, the decaying coffin.

Half of Sakurajima was shattered and burned in their battle. The former was unharmed, while the latter was wounded. And when a third party intervened on the battlefield, they all instinctively projected their power.

Among them, the first to arrive was a black light.

Soul-Destroying Breath, unleashed in rapid succession.

(End of this chapter)