Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 259 - It Turns Out It Was This Unlucky Guy

Wu Chen's consciousness connected with the elemental crystal sphere, which, to him, was a treasure that could completely replace the Dragon Priest Mask. The main reason for this was that it had been modified by Hera, and while its magic attribute was adjusted to be versatile, it also served as an additional magic pool.

very funny.

Although both were magical energy, the elemental crystal sphere was not bound by the seal of the Great Wall. When Wu Chen's fingertips touched it, the flowing magical energy silently seeped into his body, and then...

...Spell activated.

The sphere levitated, unlocking many low- to mid-level spells as a result. The soulless husk gained more progress in soul creation due to the surge of magic. And a short timer once again entered Wu Chen's perception.

—I will soon be able to get my soul back.

—It belongs to me, without restrictions or interference, and with the same full potential.

The tentative goal has been achieved.

A sense of bewilderment once again lingered in my thoughts, because the short-term goals had been addressed and the long-term difficulties had eased. So, what's next—

—The focus will remain on recovering lost items and rebuilding souls.

The crystal spheres are a crucial step.

But besides these, there are three other important items to retrieve: the scythe, the crown, and the mask. Once these three items are obtained, his high-level wizard status and his status as a young god will be complete once more. Then, it will be time to prove that the lost 'adventure' truly belonged to him.

well.

The goals have been reassembled, and the behavioral patterns have regained their core. External influences have therefore decreased significantly again, and the first thing I need to do now is…

"Senior, can you do a divination for me..."

—Senior?
no respond.

Wu Chen turned his head to the side.

He didn't see Hera, but he could sense that she was somewhere nearby—she had sensed Wu Chen's call, and she might be watching him, but right now, she had no intention of responding to Wu Chen.

"Do it yourself, decide for yourself, and find your own solutions"—her words are expressed through her actions.

Wu Chen was taken aback.

He then burst out laughing.

Hera was indeed a discerning and perceptive colleague; she knew her influence over the Witch Dust was equally immense, and she had no intention of going any further.

"Alright." Wu Chen nodded slightly. "Then, I'll think of it myself."

Thoughts flowed through his mind, and the magical ritual Hera was currently setting up came into his memory. He could recall all the details of the ritual, but he also knew that while this primitive blood magic was extremely versatile, it was also full of improvisational elements.

To complete the same magical ritual using the same process, one must find the same deer. If identical materials cannot be obtained, then only by understanding the corresponding magical knowledge can one successfully reproduce and activate it.

We need to find another way.

After a moment's thought, Wu Chen saw the direction clearly – regardless of whether the 'phone' was in his possession, anything he had purchased would possess a concept of belonging to him. Therefore, all he needed to do was enhance his supernatural sensory abilities, and the lost item would naturally fall into his hands.

So……

Wu Chen's gaze fell upon the old scholar before him. The scholar wore a large chain symbolizing his academic expertise, among which were Valyrian steel chains representing magical exploration, which were within Wu Chen's perception.

He then nodded slightly.

“Scholar.” His gaze and attention focused on the old man before him. “I need to read your collection of books, and for that, I can do something I deem worthy in return, fulfilling a request that is neither too big nor too small.”

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Wu Chen's wish was fulfilled—he was led to a small library, where he was given access to many carefully preserved books. No one dared to disobey or hinder him, not even a hint of provocation. After all, his power had been proven, and the Night Watchers had no way to restrain him. So, when he voluntarily withdrew his hostility, the guardians of this ancient wonder were destined to accept it.

Perhaps he accepts it—he doesn't really care.

Maester Aemon did not immediately ask him to fulfill the promise he had made.

It doesn't matter. He still holds the initiative. He does hope the other party is greedy, but a scholar who has lived for a hundred years is naturally not lacking in composure.

The pages turned between his fingertips.

The languages ​​of Westeros were mutually intelligible to him from the very beginning. He could vaguely sense that Hera was still somewhere very close to him, yet unseen. Perhaps she was even in the same room as him right now, only his eyes could not capture her.

"This book is useless."

Wu Chen closed the book in front of him; it was a storybook that recorded many ancient legends. It mentioned the locals' experiences with the creatures called White Walkers, and its main purpose was to mark a name.

The Night King.

The king of the White Walkers is known as the Night King, a fact that Witcher knew all along. The author describes it with the terror of a nightmare, but doesn't include any valuable information within it.

"The most valuable books are often hidden in the oldest castles. I'm sorry, guest, I may not have any valuable books here."

Wu Chen slightly turned his gaze. He had heard Maester Aemon's footsteps a few minutes earlier and had tacitly allowed the other to cross the unlocked doorway. The old maester had clearly spent a great deal of time organizing his thoughts before speaking, and Wu Chen had a compelling reason to interrupt.

"If there's anything you want to know, you can just ask me. This old man has lived quite a long time, and I might be able to answer your questions about a lot of things that are inconvenient to record in books."

Wu Chen withdrew his gaze and picked up another book.

"Speak your mind freely."

There was silence.

"I want to know... have you ever seen a living dragon?" The scholar's voice was filled with trepidation. He did indeed have some understanding of magic, knowing that dragons were the source of magical power.

"I've seen it."

“If you don’t want to say, then…” He suddenly stopped.

His aged lips trembled incessantly, and a few drops of moisture silently escaped from his long-aged tear ducts. He took a deep breath, forcefully calming his racing heart, before slowly speaking.

"What was the dragon you saw like?"

Wu Chen didn't look up, continuing to flip through the book in his hands. He finished one book, then switched to another, but unfortunately, he still didn't find anything useful.

"Are you going to use that promise for this issue?"

"He's just an old geezer who wants to satisfy his curiosity."

Wu Chen paused for a moment. He raised his head, looked north, and then looked back down.

"It has white scales, and its open mouth is big enough to swallow a horse. Its head has symmetrical multiple horns, and one eye has been pierced by a giant iron arrow, making it difficult to see."

He gave a very detailed description of the dragon.

However, the scholar who heard the reply only showed a bitter smile.

“...I have heard the legend of Miracis, my lord. The Dornish shot it in the eye with a crossbow bolt, causing it to fall before the Gates of Hell…and that was more than two hundred years ago. Its body was long ago cut up by the Dornish, and its skull was even sent back to King's Landing…I have even seen Miracis's remains in the Dragon's Lair.”

Wu Chen stopped turning the pages of the book.

"Are you sure there really are the dragon's remains in that city?"

(End of this chapter)