Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 229: Grass at My Feet
—【The Coffin Dragon King Jua Irim has been defeated, and 2 Level 3 Purchase Vouchers and 20000 Resource Points have been obtained.】

—[Purchased the advanced class 'World Connector,' gaining a link to the River of Souls, thus enabling the use of various powerful primordial magic abilities. The currently linked 'River of Souls Manifestation Area' is 'Soul Tomb.' Cost: 1 Level 3 Purchase Certificate, 10000 Resource Points.]

—[Purchased the advanced profession 'Primal Chanter,' significantly enhancing all spell effects and greatly reducing casting time and requirements. Acquired the basic Primal Magic list and Primal Magic Research and Analysis qualification. Cost: 1 Level 3 Purchase Certificate, 10000 Resource Points.]

— [Using the primordial magic analysis rights... Creating my own magic...]

The time had already passed in a few minutes.

Wu Chen stepped into the dream, and at least for this moment, he still carried his ancient scroll. His body was healthier and stronger than ever before, and unparalleled divine power flowed silently within his body.

“You could actually choose to stay.” — The figure of 'Friend' appeared silently on the other side of the silent rooftop. Leaning against the railing, it looked Wu Chen up and down. “You have plenty of time. You can try more things on Earth, discover more resources. Perhaps you can successfully build a powerful force before the deadline, break through the Soul Tomb, and seize all the resources. And then, perhaps you can buy that Elder Scroll.”

Wu Chen raised his head and glanced at it.

"Do I really have that much time?" he asked.

“Perhaps,” it replied. “The prophecy will eventually come true, and soon a replacement for the Bow of Auriel will appear on this land. And as long as you continue on the path of fulfilling the mission recorded in the scroll, you will be able to possess that ancient scroll.”

It talked more than usual.

It goes into more depth than usual.

What it was doing at this moment had already subtly gone beyond the scope of 'introduction' and was leaning more towards 'guidance'. However, both Wu Chen and it knew that everything could only stop at this step.

Friends can only go this far; they can be lenient on trivial details, but they can't go any further. Faced with his friend's suggestion, Wu Chen simply shook his head slightly.

"I once watched an animated film called Jackie Chan Adventures, and there was a valuable prop in it called the Book of Time—using it, one could rewrite history at will and thus interfere with the present reality. However, in that animated film, even the most heinous and audacious villains dared not use it."

Wu Chen stroked the ancient scroll behind him, which served a similar purpose to the historical record he had just mentioned.

"Because those who manipulate history are destined to be manipulated by history. Everything gained in the present by rewriting the past will be taken away by the approaching future, multiplied or even multiplied."

"So you knew?" The friend's response was a statement, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

“Yes, I know.” Wu Chen nodded slightly. “The Snow Elf Archbishop who wrote the prophecy, ‘The Blood of Coldharbour Obscures the Eyes of the Dragon,’ paid the price of being crushed to dust by the holder of the Blood of Coldharbour. Those who try to manipulate fate are destined to be devoured by it. Since I have stabilized my will by relying on the destiny of the Elder Scrolls, when this destiny comes to me and I am unwilling to bear it, the price I will have to pay will be greater than I expect.”

Soon, and inevitably, a replacement for the Bow of Auriel will appear on Earth. And this bow will soon, and inevitably, fall into the hands of Wuchen. The destiny recorded in the Elder Scrolls will urge and drive him to shoot the cursed blood arrow towards the sun. And then, the arrow will extinguish the sun's fire.

Because the prophecies of the Elder Scrolls are destined to be fulfilled.

Unlike Nirn, which is essentially a portal to the light and can be quickly opened even when blocked, the sun extinguished by the cursed blood arrows on Earth will not automatically reignite.

The world will be destroyed.

Before the Earth is destroyed by extreme cold, it will be torn apart by chaotic gravitational tides or thrown into the void. Whether it's human civilization in the narrow sense, the Earth's surface, or the Earth itself in the broader sense, a total of 5.965 x 10^24 kilograms of composite rock-iron spheres—this concept of 'world'—will all come to an end at that moment.

This is the price—the price for someone not destined to bear the burden of fate to forcibly pick it up and activate that dormant destiny. And once it begins, it cannot be stopped, even if Wu Chen regrets it, refuses, and refuses to shoot that arrow no matter what. The fate woven by the Elder Scrolls will find another substitute to shoot the arrow, and incidentally grind Wu Chen, this disobedient tool, into dust.

Wu Chen clenched his fist slightly. He didn't want to do that—he knew, of course, that if he fired that arrow, he could survive in the universe even if Earth was destroyed. And he could even use his stabilized divine power to create a pure land and carry the flame of human civilization elsewhere.

But he didn't want to do that.

"I don't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The battle with the Decaying Coffin was indeed widespread, but he also worked hard to control the aftershocks of the battlefield—the battle that circled the entire world only resulted in about 800,000 friendly fire casualties. However, on this planet with billions of inhabitants, the average daily death toll was as high as 150,000.

He has already tried his best. And this is not even his self-justification.

Because he had recorded the total number of 791,713, and after the battle, he expended enormous power to resurrect all the innocent victims who had died unexpectedly—something Death could do far more easily than any other type of deity. He could reap the rewards as long as he was willing to pay the price.

He has already reaped the rewards.

But the price hadn't yet been paid off—he turned his gaze away, looking at the vast sky in the still dream. He exhaled silently, his heart, though calming down, felt heavier than ever.

"My spell is about to be completed," he suddenly said. He had deliberately chosen to take the most crucial step in creating his magic in this dream world, free from external interference.

"Congratulations?" His friend tilted his head and looked at him, spreading his hands.

"I want to use it to save some people."

“You’ve already saved a lot of people.” In his friend’s hand lay the ruins of Sakurajima Furu. “Or are you even trying to save those who died in the previous attack? You don’t have that many resources to squander right now.”

“Not Earth.” Wu Chen shook his head slightly.

“Not Earth,” my friend repeated, a helpless smile on his face. “You’re already in dire straits yourself, and you still want to save that destroyed city? Do I need to remind you, all the divine power, divine authority, and divine power within you will completely go berserk and devour you within minutes of losing the Elder Scroll? Your only way to survive is to use it all the moment you return, to defeat the Daedric Prince Morag Baal, and then immediately find a way to hide for a day and successfully escape!”

"...You're talking a lot today."

"I just don't want to change partners so soon."

"So can you help me?"

“I can’t help at all,” his friend waved his hand. “You clearly know what you want to do and how you should do it. But the gap between you and Morag Bal is simply too vast. Unless it’s blind to your little tricks, otherwise… humph.”

"……Thanks."

“I never said I was going to help you.”

"But thank you anyway."

"........."

silence.

In silence, in stillness, that self-created high-level magic took its final step without external interference.

Wu Chen nodded.

"Hey," his friend suddenly asked. "Why do you want to save them? Didn't you just set a grand goal to investigate the secrets and origins of the otherworldly projection?"

Wu Chen paused for a moment.

Then he gently shook his head.

"When I saw my dad, I suddenly remembered something he had told me before."

"When you look up at the sky, don't forget the grass at your feet."

"And coincidentally, I discovered that I was able to do this... and only I was able to do it."

(End of this chapter)