Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 273 The Integrity of a Passerby

My thoughts were twisted into a single rope.

The previously sealed computing power has been liberated.

Wu Chen stretched out his hand and raised his palm. A wisp of magical light quietly lit up at the tip of his finger.

This is the Magic Light spell, the most basic and simplest magic. And at this moment, the magic power driving this spell no longer originates entirely from the center of the elemental crystal sphere.

His soul was illuminated the moment he made his decision. And it was precisely because he made that he was no longer affected by external interference.

The outline of the world thus changed in his eyes.

His gaze then swept over Hera, who was not surprised.

"……when?"

He had opened his eyes, and thus could see a more subtle and refined light. He had been wondering how Hera managed to remain unaffected by external influences. Now, the answer was simpler than he had expected.

He saw the light.

A light, brighter and more stable than the light of her own newly born soul, rested quietly in the space where Hera's brain was located. That was undoubtedly Hera's own soul, which she had successfully shaped long ago, without her even realizing it.

“Not long ago,” Hera gave a brief and vague answer.

Not long ago...

Indeed, it hadn't been long since the two of them visited this land; it must have been not long ago. And that time was probably no longer than before they arrived at Caster Fortress.

Think about it, and you'll understand: the same experience, the same conversation, the same state of mind, yet only you were affected. Clearly, everything had already changed before that.

"Really?" Wu Chen let out a soft breath. "Thank you for being willing to fool around with me, senior."

"It's just classmates helping each other out," Hera waved her hand and continued reading her book. "We're both apprentices at the School of Winterhold's School of Magic, so it's our duty to help each other when one is in trouble. It's my responsibility, and isn't it the same for you?"

“It’s the same.” Wu Chen nodded slightly.

He already knew; he understood.

On this land, Hera also needs his help. And since she hasn't spoken yet, he won't say anything more.

That's it. Before that necessary time arrives, what I need to do is make preparations as thorough as possible.

He then fell silent and made no further move—the pages of the book in his hands soon reached the last page. Before picking up the next book, he carefully sensed the strength of his own soul.

Very weak, extremely weak.

In terms of sheer quantity, it's not much different from the ordinary mortals on this land, whose souls are naturally born. But when it comes to qualitative differences, it has already crossed that crucial step.

The soul strength of a high-ranking wizard is always preserved.

Its own theory of origin has already begun to operate slowly and steadily.

The situation before me suddenly seemed to divide into several orderly, interwoven lines. And every event I encountered would bring me abundant gains.

such as……

Guide a hero burdened with destiny to his destined place.

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The following day, the sun shone brightly. Jon Snow emerged victorious. Before the eyes of all, he performed a miracle, completely healing his challenger's severed arm. Mance Rayder owed him a debt of gratitude. And the King Beyond the Wall couldn't even repay that debt on the field.

Because he couldn't withstand a single blow.

Jon Snow's casual stride was enough to keep the King of the Wall from following him. A single, seemingly effortless strike carried a weight too heavy for the strong Northman to bear.

The old king thus fell.

A new king then rose up in front of Castle Black.

When he raised his hand and clenched his fist, Bai Ling, whose physique was as strong as a lion, silently appeared, leading a large pack of dire wolves in response to his roar. At that moment, no one on the field could stand in his way to power.

“The Old Gods have chosen me!” His voice was loud and clear. “We will reach the South and proclaim the victory and glory of the Old Gods!”

His voice resonated widely, and in an instant, thousands of people inside and outside the castle recognized him clearly.

"Jon!"

"Jon!"

"Jon!"

There is only Jon Snow, not Jon Snow.

"Jon Stark!"

"Jon Stark!"

"Jon Stark!"

The recognition and honor he once sincerely desired have now fallen into his hands as lightly as a piece of paper.

He was therefore filled with confidence and felt stronger and more courageous. And this was not an illusion, for every word of worship from his supporters infused a little strength into his body.

This is a wish, a blessing.

Because the faith in the Old Gods had already served its purpose well enough for Wu Chen—even though he had concealed his own deeds, the power of his will still greatly aided in the reshaping of his soul. And now that he had regained his soul, he naturally no longer needed the blessing of faith, which could potentially cause pollution or interference.

The Witch's Dust no longer needed it—but the power of the Old Gods always needed a vessel. Thus, the hero chosen by the Witch's Dust received this unique, unknown gift.

“In my homeland, in a certain region, such people are called ‘human gods.’” Wu Chen stood in the crowd, responding to Jon’s rallying cry. “And through this method, his dragon and wolf bloodlines will be autonomously developed. Soon, he will become so strong that he seems to have stepped into mythology.”

Hera clapped her hands as she stood by.

"The technique is a bit rough, but the effect should be satisfactory... Well, the roughness itself is also useful. You can use that dire wolf as a transit point to send the more turbid part of the will and faith to the pack of wolves."

“I’ve been planning this for quite a while.” Wu Chen raised his chin slightly. He had calculated and crafted this entire ritual himself. “The Icefield Wolves have no brains, and their destructive power after being corrupted by willpower is not great. But this excess willpower can allow these mortal bodies to grow beyond their physiological limits.”

The wolves will thus become wargs, and the wolf riders promised by Witchdust will arrive even faster than Jon had anticipated. And once such a cavalry force reaches a certain size, there will be virtually no one or no means to resist them on this land.

"Not bad," Hera gave the final assessment—even top students occasionally praise the unique problem-solving methods devised by struggling students. Besides, this wasn't bad at all.

The two exchanged a smile. Amidst the noise, they once again disappeared into the crowd, like two true passersby.

Soon, the mortal army marching south encountered their first obstacle: a city wall.

The first test of their journey came upon their king.

(End of this chapter)