Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 289 - Don't Forget to Feed the Seed Fire

Future generations will remember this scene forever.

For today, at this very moment, in this very place, all the followers of the Seven Gods have come to know a timeless truth.

The Seven Gods did indeed rule this land, even including the dragons that were once the exclusive domain of House Targaryen. And the Targaryens' defeat was an inevitable fate, for these mortal kings from Valyria actually believed they could escape the great control of the Seven Gods.

"This is why the Targaryens were destroyed! This is why they lost their dragons! Because they turned their backs on the guidance of the Seven Gods and arrogantly claimed the gifts they had been given as their own!"

The old priest roared with excitement, followed by dozens of clerks and artists who recorded everything that was happening. His voice was loud and clear, and a burning fire blazed in his old eyes.

His lifelong pursuit was fulfilled at this moment. For every devout follower of the Seven on the continent of Westeros harbored the same deep-seated confusion.

If God is so great and so sublime, then why do people on earth still suffer?

They couldn't understand it, so they couldn't accept it. And because of this, they became heretics or marginalized figures, rejected by the mainstream who held power. But now, they finally have a reason to convince themselves.

The Targaryens were indeed a royal family protected by the Seven Gods. However, their reckless actions blasphemed the glory of the Seven. Therefore, the Seven withdrew their favor and no longer allowed the Targaryens to hatch dragons. Baratheon thus seized the opportunity to ascend the Iron Throne. But the true king recognized by the Seven Gods has not yet truly descended upon this forsaken kingdom.

Yes, that's it. This kingdom is still missing a true king. And once this true king descends upon this land, everything will be just as described in the scriptures, and all people will be bathed in abundance and prosperity.

He thinks so, and so do they.

Their voices grew louder and louder.

They called out the name of Joan of Arc, and the name of Melossin. But deep in their hearts, they also called for a true king who could rule this land.

The sound wave was therefore grand and loud.

And even more willpower converged and concentrated towards Wuchen, the central figure—he neither responded to the prayer nor heeded the fervor. He simply nodded to Joan of Arc, and the next moment, he rose even higher. And he reached out his hand to cast a spell towards the land outside Harrenhal, which had been somewhat purified by the Holy Dwelling spell.

He was not a god, not a king, but just a passerby.

That's why he doesn't need to be accountable to anyone. He can do whatever he wants immediately.

He thought of his promise; he was, after all, the regent of the Holy Kingdom of Lobul, and he had promised to cultivate fertile land for its people. He promised favorable weather, bountiful harvests, that every laborer would receive their due reward, and that everyone under his command would live comfortably, healthily, and long-lived.

He will do those things eventually, but he has a commitment to the Holy Kingdom—so when he is in the Holy Kingdom, he will be careful to ensure that everything goes smoothly the first time and to minimize the loss of personnel when transforming the kingdom.

But that was in the Holy Kingdom, and he made no promises to this land or its inhabitants.

He was just a passerby, so he could do anything.

So……

—Give it a try.

He mobilized the power of his gathered will. The geographical data he had obtained from the previous connection with the earth's veins now clearly appeared in his perception. "I will shape a land that will be abundant and fertile. The rice stalks will be so large that a single one can fill a person's stomach. The water will be sweet and clear, flowing like milk and honey in the riverbeds."

The sound announced to the surroundings.

Centered on Harrenhal, which may have already been renamed, the land within a radius of several kilometers began to change under the support of this abundant willpower—key nodes were altered, and complex terrain was smoothed out. The remaining black aura of the curse was swept away, and the underground water veins were also slightly modified.

The stream began to flow.

Many neat streams converged into orderly rivers—they rationally divided the surrounding land, bringing fresh alluvial soil to these abandoned lands. And with a thought from Wu Chen, a large amount of rice seeds were rolled out of the warehouse and evenly scattered onto the land.

The rice grains have become part of the soil.

They sprouted and grew in an instant, transforming into a verdant green carpet spread across this newly grown fertile land, and the verdant rice paddies developed and matured in the blink of an eye. Soon, what came into view for everyone inside the castle was a vast expanse of golden waves of rice swaying in the wind.

Abundant in quantity, the air filled with the fragrance of rice. Every ear of rice was plump and robust under the influence of magic. In just a short while, this fertile rice field, spanning several kilometers and covering tens of thousands of acres, was magically sculpted into Wu Chen's palm.

He has done it.

He did it more easily than expected. When he landed, everyone stared at him, frozen in place.

Compared to being well-fed and watered, a mere demonic dragon and a mere holy maiden seemed like making a mountain out of a molehill. He simply tilted his head casually and then waved his hand.

"You will do the harvest yourselves. This time, I'll do the planting for you."

The castle's silence lasted for another second.

The next moment, a large number of villagers and farmers among the believers erupted in excited cheers. Joan of Arc's ability to command was almost uncontrollable at this moment. Without hesitation, they picked up their farm tools and containers and rushed into the newly born rice paddies.

Their prayers grew increasingly fervent.

Merchants, priests, and wandering knights were all stirred by this sentiment.

However, this was not the end, far from it. Because Wu Chen continued his creation—he applied the power of physical transformation to the few livestock in Harrenhal, just as he had created Melusin. And with the consumption of magic and willpower, he soon created thousands of new, yet robust, foals and oxen.

There might have been a minor mishap along the way; the transformation of living beings is ultimately far more difficult. However, those minor problems were completely invisible to these increasingly fervent believers. For right before them, the incarnations of the seven gods bestowed upon them abundance and prosperity.

And this, naturally, also brought Wu Chen some gains.

Melusin's position was solidified. The sudden surge of willpower provided her with ample nourishing power. The resulting increase in magical power was also apparent to Wu Chen.

He has recovered, no, he has grown to the level of an elite mid-tier, almost at the high-tier level.

(End of this chapter)