Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 306 - Earth Mother, Tiamat
Death came out of nowhere.

It was a cloud of gray-black mist that rose with the scythe's slash, a rapidly dispersing wind that crashed in all directions. It mixed into the still raging lightning storm and, amidst a series of thunderous roars, scattering and crashing against the ground.

They swept past the inhuman, beast-like creatures, which instantly turned gray in the wind, falling to the ground lifeless and without a heartbeat. They swept past the guardian dragons that were still struggling, resisting, and trying to attack again. The scales of these enormous creatures, whether artificially synthesized or naturally mutated, also rapidly lost their luster, and their blood stopped flowing.

They are dead.

Their deaths continued to spread outwards.

Tiny mosquitoes in the air, crawling creatures in the soil, even magma worms and other magical creatures that had already coexisted with lava and whose bodies had become semi-energetic, all lost their lives to the black winds that flowed everywhere. They lay dead on the ground or underground.

Death, death is everywhere.

The divine power of death that Wu Chen once acquired on Earth has been somewhat replicated in this distant land. And when the flowing black wind finally subsided, the fourteen boiling volcanoes of Valyria's ruins ceased to burn.

They died too.

Their concepts, their vitality, their curses and their life force, all returned to the death brought by the Grim Reaper at this moment. And even if some colossal creatures with tenacious vitality were still hidden deep within these ruins, they were quickly turned into dust under the sweeping force of the divine power of death.

The entire Valyrian ruins were now enveloped in the deepest stillness since the continent had ever formed. Apart from the scorching winds still howling, only three signs of life remained in these ruins.

Only Wu Chen, and Wu Chen's Melusin and Lilith.

He slowly descended from the sky, the avatar of death disintegrated, and the Reaper's Scythe in his hand lost most of its brilliance after unleashing this strike.

This is not Earth after all, and he ultimately lacks the power of a demon god. The remnants of the death god's authority that remained after traversing worlds were completely exhausted at this moment. The result was the death of the entire Valyrian ruins.

This is the killing of all.

In the seconds that followed, countless fragments of souls from the slain living beings gathered and converged in Wu Chen's other hand, which was not holding a scythe.

A bright little sphere was constructed in his hand. It gathered countless souls from the ruins, bursting forth with a dazzling light of interwoven colors. And this was undoubtedly the best material for casting magic.

So, let's build it.

Holding the small ball, Wu Chen made a declaration to this desolate land where only the wailing hot wind blew.

"Gather together, gather together. All calamities, all tribulations, all hatred, all curses. I command you all to be gathered together with me."

He and the ball became one. The ball in his hand represented all life on the ruins of Valyria. And no matter where the curse of disaster on this land came from or to whom it was directed, it was ultimately destined to cover the survivors of this ruined land.

He is them, so they came to him.

An invisible force surged from all directions, and in the next moment, countless hatreds and curses were gathered upon Wu Chen's body.

His body suddenly split open, and countless sharp buds sprouted from his fractured shell. Uncontrolled wounds covered all his skin in an instant, and from these wounds grew countless mouths filled with sharp teeth, tearing at any piece of flesh and blood around him.

That must have hurt a lot.

From those myriad mouths that appeared were roars and wails, some sharp and some twisted. Countless ancient Valyrian words spewed from these mouths, cursing everything that could be cursed in the most venomous language.

however--

Wu Chen's hands and heart are no longer wavering.

Only after confirming that he bore all the curses did he press the multicolored soul sphere into his heart.

“Form change,” he said. He activated the high-level magic he possessed. The next moment, his entire body disintegrated and melted amidst thousands upon thousands of shrill, agonizing curses, transforming into a boiling mass of silver molten lava!

Dust's form changes, his actions become clear. All curses, all hatred, all life, all death are firmly bound within the prison of his own body.

Then, rebuild.

The already shattered cluster of souls was crushed once more, and the already rampant curses were compressed and squeezed. They tumbled, boiled, and struggled to escape the pure silver prison under his spell. But in the end, they were completely melted and crushed, ultimately becoming the raw materials for transformation.

A life was created.

It is made from the flesh and blood of the witch, with the countless lives and souls of Valyria as its main ingredients, and seasoned with the curses, hatred, and natural disasters that have ravaged Valyria for hundreds of years. And in the end, it uses all these deaths as its furnace fire, until the radiance of life reappears in this pure silver furnace prison.

'Aaaaaa——' A clear and melodious sound burst forth from the silvery molten lava.

'Aaaaaa——!' The sound gradually became more penetrating, while the silver molten lava gradually receded.

A tall figure appeared.

She had long, light blue hair that reached down to her ankles, some of which was automatically braided.

Her pure white attire accentuated her voluptuous figure, and long, flowing ribbons swayed gently. Behind her, she carried a pair of enormous horns that could serve as wings.

Then, she opened her star-shaped eyes, which reflected the starlight of the entire sky. She slightly opened her mouth and sang aloud to the world before her.

'Aaaaaa~'

The world seemed to respond to her. In the ruins of Valyria, where all life and soul had been taken away, a faint sense of new life was emerging.

A clod of earth suddenly began to writhe. It swelled and grew to the rhythm of her song. The shapes of limbs gradually took form, and the features of its face began to emerge.

Black eyes, black hair. A tide of magic flows within the Child of Earth.

Melusin, who had been standing quietly to the side, quickly stepped forward and draped a silk robe over him. The newborn creature's eyes then brightened, radiating a light of wisdom.

Wu Chen squeezed the newborn's hand.

He created a life form more powerful than himself, which in turn created him. The key to the transformation between life and death became increasingly clear in his perception. And his gaze was now fixed on his newest creation.

“I call you… Tiamat,” he said, no longer caring about his own level of ugliness.

“My Earth Mother, my planetary environment regeneration mechanism. I entrust the mission of reshaping all things into your hands.”

'Aaaaa!!'—His creation uttered a joyful sound, and those slender hands, truly possessing the qualities of a powerful deity, embraced him warmly. A satisfied sound rose from Tiamat's throat, and it was undoubtedly the joyful song of the mother goddess, endowed with divine power.

On the ruined land, clear springs and streams quietly gushed forth. From the cracked and parched earth, flowers and grass silently sprouted.

She held Wu Chen in her arms and gently rocked her, despite the respectful gaze of Melusin and the disapproving look of Lilith. Wu Chen let the newborn Earth Mother improvise until her joyful emotions were released.

“Tiamat.” He finally finished speaking when that time came.

“Let’s reshape the ecosystem and turn Valyria back into Mesopotamia.”

(End of this chapter)