Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 260 - You Have to Try at Least
Wu Chen had to admit that Maester Aemon's memories were indeed a valuable treasure trove. He had thought that the dragon projected onto Ramaya's lips was a nameless creature hidden in history, its prototype perhaps still lurking in some corner of the Valyrian ruins. He never expected that he would obtain such an important clue so quickly.

The dragon's remains still exist on this land.

The reason Wu Chen was able to travel to this land was not only because of his special nature and successful armor-wearing, but also because he used his self-created high-level body transformation technique to cover the dragon that originated from the projection of information from another world.

—I want to find that dragon, and find that part of its remains.

Wu Chen thought to himself, and he was certain he had to do it. He was certain that the remains would provide him with ample assistance, and that the current divination and exploration could be postponed in the face of the search for Miracis's remains.

After all, there was still no clue on one side, while there was already a definite lead on the other. He felt that if he successfully reached King's Landing, it wouldn't take him many minutes to find the burial site of the dragon bones.

This is indeed very useful.

Before reshaping his soul, Wu Chen made sure to engage in additional interactions with the intelligent beings on this land.

He closed the book in his hand.

“Tell me about Mirasis,” he began, asking. “What’s so special about this dragon? Does its name have some origin?”

The scholar thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"Merathis was the dragon that arrived in Westeros with Aegon the Conqueror. Its master was Rhaenys, Aegon I's sister and queen. There is not much about her. All that is known is that she and her dragon perished during the conquest of Dorne. Some say that she did not die immediately after falling from the dragon's back, but became a Dornish prisoner, which became an important reason for Aegon I to negotiate peace with the Dornish."

Wu Chen glanced at the scholar.

He knew that the maester was of Targaryen blood, a prince, and even once qualified to sit on the Iron Throne. And Aegon I was his undisputed ancestor.

"...Besides that, Miracis is also the name of a god. It comes from ancient Valyrian mythology, and the specific details of it have long been lost. But I remember that he was a god of adventure, travel, and serendipity, and his symbol was a wild deer."

wild deer.

The material Hera used to perform her divination magic was a wild deer.

House Baratheon, who currently controls King's Landing and occupies Dragon's Nest, also has a stag as their symbol.

Add to that the divine realm of fortuitous encounters, travel, and adventure… this is a fact that cannot be described by mere words. It deserves a significant amount of attention from Wu Chen.

"anything else?"

"...I'm sorry, sir. That's all I know."

Wu Chen nodded.

“You have been a great help to me, Bachelor,” he said. “Then, in addition to what you have already promised, may you ask for more?”

It's okay to be a little greedy; the price for this deal is quite generous.

However, faced with Wu Chen's permission, the scholar simply shook his head slightly.

"So, you really saw Mirasis?"

“It may be different from the one you described, but… well, yes, I have seen dragons, I have seen Mirasis. And besides that, I have seen other dragons.”

“That’s enough.” The old man gently pressed his chest and exhaled a sigh of relief. “The generation of dragons is about to return, and that is enough for me.”

Wu Chen raised his hand.

A healing radiance flowed silently from his palm.

He had just clearly sensed the scholar's life force waning due to relaxation, but now, the lost life was being compensated by magic.

His breathing became steady, his pulse became firm, his pale face regained its rosy hue, and his weak limbs regained their strength. The scholar's wise and experienced eyes curiously and solemnly examined the hands of the sorcerer who was casting the spell.

This is magic—real magic. Healing light is more effective than destructive wind. The maester made no attempt to hide the astonishment and disbelief in his eyes, and instinctively looked towards the white earth of the Great Wall in the distance.

The Great Wall of Despair failed to affect Wu Chen's magic. Or rather, Wu Chen's magic had exceeded the Great Wall's suppressive power.

Wu Chen knew it was the former, while the scholar might think it was the latter. However, the truth was no longer worth investigating at this moment.

From a distance outside the door, suppressed gasps of surprise could be faintly heard. Wu Chen ignored them, while the scholar before him bowed his head slightly in apology.

"Thank you, sir, I feel much better."

“Dust,” Wu Chen said.

"grown ups?"

“You may call me Dust,” Wu Chen replied.

He reached out and touched the cold wind flowing in the air. He vaguely sensed an ominous aura creeping along the wind, yet this powerful wind seemed to follow his own footsteps, reaching the southern part of the Great Wall where he was now.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously. Signs of impending doom were revealed.

He could have chosen to ignore it, to walk away, for he had no connection whatsoever with these barbarians, these Night's Watchmen, these local natives. As long as his mind remained undisturbed, he had no need, nor any reason, to stay.

but now……

The Great Wall may not be entirely useless.

Even if I ultimately prove unable to help, at least for now, I can still offer some assistance.

Hera had once judged that the invisible evil lurking within the White Walkers possessed an immeasurable power far beyond Wu Chen's reach. And in the past, Wu Chen had unconditionally trusted every judgment Hera made. Because up to that point, she had never been wrong.

But now, Hera is not here. Without her presence, the authority of her words is insufficient.

—I still trust her and believe in her judgment. But... I shouldn't be so cowardly and blindly obedient that I'm unwilling or afraid to even try.

Just give it a try, stand in a safe place, and use a safe method to give it a shot. Wu Chen repeatedly checked his thoughts to make sure that his current racing emotions were not caused by external interference.

So he turned around.

He happened to hear and see the scholar who had done him a great favor speak.

“…Dust, I remember, Lord Dust.”

“I suggest you take your sworn brothers and leave the Wall now,” he said.

“That is impossible, my lord.” And he received a reply. “We have sworn an oath that when the Night comes, the Night’s Watch will fight to the death on the walls for the sake of mankind.”

Sure enough.

Wu Chen nodded.

“Then your preparations are not sufficient,” he said, putting down his book and stepping towards the door.

"Let me see what you're still lacking."

(End of this chapter)