Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 318 Ascension
Amidst the ever-spreading cracks, the dark outer shell of the mask gradually peeled away. The silver-gray structure hidden within was soon revealed. And the moment the last 'Morokai' mask collapsed, that familiar thing finally reappeared in Wu Chen's eyes.

He finally saw it again—the treasure that had accompanied him throughout his growth in Mondas, on Earth, and in the Kingdom of Heaven. The silver-gray mask now shimmered with a radiant light unlike anything he had seen before, and the material structure that once belonged to 'Morokai' was now being devoured and absorbed by it.

It is no longer the 'Nameless Dragon Sacrifice Mask'.

It is now called 'Dragon Priest Mask - Dust'.

As Wu Chen's fingers traced the patterns above the mask's eye sockets, a powerful resonance was generated between the mask and his body. At that moment, he understood the function of this activated mask, and the pool of magic within his body surged with the recovery of this third lost item.

The storm began to flow.

The tides of elements wash over every corner in all directions.

When the Staff of Magnus was also taken by Wuchen, the once indestructible ruins of the ancient Nordic city crumbled and melted in the exploding elemental tide. The material slurry flowed into the elemental tide, further amplifying the storm that had erupted.

The Lost City has vanished.

The projection of Rabbi Lincian vanished without a trace.

The massive elemental storm expanded once more, transforming into a towering pillar of wind that pierced the heavens. And in the center of this pillar, Wu Chen covered his face with the silver-gray mask.

“Stop,” he said, raising his hand.

The next moment, the massive elemental storm, with a radius of over one kilometer and a height of over twenty kilometers, solidified into a pillar.

Motionless, the massive column of wind floated in the atmosphere like a multicolored gel. This was the power 'Duster' possessed after its liberation. It could act as a medium, bringing various types of elemental effects under its control.

Wu Chen closed his raised hand.

The instant his fist clenched, the pillar of elemental wind representing the entirety of Labyrinthian contracted rapidly into his body. The stagnant wind spun again, but reversed its previous expansion trajectory. In a mere instant, all this elemental energy converged within Wu Chen's body.

A small, multicolored sphere was successfully shaped within his body. This sphere contained mastery of all known types of elements. It would not be an exaggeration to call it the primordial creation. This magnificent and radiant sphere appeared in Wu Chen's palm as he released his fist.

Gentle and steady, yet full of strength.

If it were released on this land, it might easily shake the giant continent called Essos.

"...I have fulfilled my destiny." Wu Chen stared at the small ball. Even though he couldn't see the familiar task list now, he knew that he had completed the transaction commissioned with payment after delivery before the 100-day deadline.

"I have reached the limit of a high-level wizard."

He sensed the magic surging within his body and instantly determined the upper limit of his ever-growing magic power and the precision required for his manipulation.

He has reached the pinnacle.

He is now on par with Hera Morley in terms of power. Furthermore, if he were willing to consider this victory as his own legendary destiny, he could even attempt to advance and embark on the path of a Grand Mage, equivalent to the legendary Mondath.

“…Not here.” He didn’t take that step.

He knew he had to do this, because a weak legendary destiny wouldn't allow him to gain much after his advancement. He also knew that by successfully donning the 'Dust,' he was now on par with a legendary spellcaster in combat.

It's equivalent to the legend of Mengdasi. If it were Guodu Tianyu, it would far surpass it.

Even if he were to return to the Holy Kingdom, he could still be considered a powerful level 100 creature. With just one more powerful world-class item, he could easily defeat a weaker floor guardian and, under certain circumstances, win a battle against a level 100 player.

That's almost enough.

If I collect just a little more and improve a little more, even if I return to Mondas, I will be able to fight those powerful demons on Nirn, which is protected by the Holy Spirit Barrier—because at that time, I will already be like a powerful dragon that can move freely on the continent of Tamriel.

Wu Chen let out a silent breath.

He knew he still had two things left to do... no, maybe one.

after all--

'boom--! ’

On the other side of the world, on a neighboring continent, the Wall, which had stood for so long in the North, finally burned away the last wisp of magical fire hidden beneath its rich history. Its pure white walls turned into an inorganic gray-black, and the complete destruction began with the next tick of the second hand!
"Prepare!"

The monarchs shuddered; their troops were already prepared for battle. This army, at such a late medieval level, displayed a discipline that even the late twentieth century might not have seen. The ranks stood in perfect formation, like walls, and all weapons were poised for battle.

The wall collapsed.

A massive storm, carrying with it dust, raged in all directions, only to halt before the human alliance's positions—an invisible barrier materialized directly above and in front of the alliance, blocking the swirling dust.

This was divine power—this realization dawned on every soldier. And at that moment, they displayed an almost supernatural calmness and rationality. No one shouted, and no one prayed fervently.

Until the dust settles.

"Fire arrows!"

Arrows shot out.

The arrows fired by the crowd displayed a coordinated movement reminiscent of movie sprites.

Tens of thousands of arrows formed a neat and uniform flying wall, and immediately achieved their objectives upon impacting the fog and dust.

Something seemed to be screaming behind the fog.

It looked as if some enormous thing had fallen behind the fog.

However, the next barrage of arrows was already pressing forward. And this time, what was hidden in the dust finally came into view of the human alliance.

Those were zombies, those were monsters. Hundreds upon hundreds of millions of pale ghouls had piled up behind the walls of the city of Despair. And among those staggering zombies, there were, of course, many pale riders riding undead warhorses.

The White Walkers are the origin of many legends about monsters in the North.

They mingled among the ghouls, and behind them were countless enormous monsters.

(End of this chapter)