Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 326 The Last Lost Item
Silver molten lava surged from the earth once more, churning and engulfing Hera's mangled body—the otherworldly projection was utterly destroyed in that instant. In the end, only a pure, radiant light remained.

Hera's light.

Her reconstructed soul was preserved and fell into Wu Chen's hands—along with the death of the presiding priest. The high-level legendary magic, capable of recreating the heavens and earth, thus went out of control. Chaotic black and white surged in all directions without order, but this time, they no longer possessed the power to resist the Staff of Magnus.

So he swung his staff.

“Rewind,” he said.

The order has been given.

The burst of black and white then converged and collapsed, successfully restrained and compressed under the azure glow of the Staff of Creation. Soon, a turbid black and white sphere took shape and was firmly bound to the top of the Staff of Magnus.

The academic exchange between the Mondas wizards has come to an end.

The many calamities that destroyed the world of ice and fire have come to an end.

A certain unseen connection silently surfaced in Wu Chen's eyes. The earth beneath his feet, the sky before him, the ocean in the distance—the entire world was constructed within his perception. In a daze, it seemed as if someone was whispering in the depths of the world, extending an invitation to him and revealing the truth to him.

He has become the ultimate and strongest divine being in this world.

He has already grasped the fundamental operating principles of the world, the "Song of Ice" and the "Song of Fire".

He is only one step away from becoming the ruler, master, and protector of this world—a mere nod of agreement. And if he so chooses, the world will wholeheartedly and loyally support him. Even amidst the turbulent tides of demonic forces, he will remain the eternal and sole god-king of this vast world.

The path to heaven is within reach.

This is also a manifestation of a legendary destiny—a legendary wizard who also serves as a god-king is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the wizarding world. The only limitation is that only by remaining on this land can one permanently wield this authority and power.

"I am just a passerby."

Wu Chen refused it.

He doesn't need to fulfill this type of destiny, nor will he deviate from his own binding source law—his identity in this world has already been chosen and fixed by himself. And he doesn't intend to cram too many outrageous variables into his identity.

Where is there a god-king who is merely a passerby?

If a god-king does not protect and guard his own world, how can he be worthy of being called a god-king?
He refused.

But the options were still in his hands.

He can back out at any time and start over. Or, he can use other means to exercise this glory of the god-king.

For example...

"Create." The small, chaotic black and white sphere landed in his hand—he knew he could do it, he could create a god-king to command, just as he had created Joan of Arc, Meloshen, Tiamat, and Lilith. The only thing he needed to consider was what template he should use to create this god-king?

Morgan? That's certainly a good option.

Or Skadi? She is indeed a fairly reliable god-king.

"...I really am a hopeless case." He shook his head slightly, reminiscing about his days as a dedicated Ushi no Ou (a character in the game) that he had abandoned many years ago. But since he had thought of two characters at the same time, he might as well create them both. He flicked his fingers.

Ice and fire, black and white, were torn apart by his will. Two new and powerful lives burst forth from the molten silver, emanating the nascent light of newborn souls.

Their birth is slower than that of their counterparts because they are stronger.

Even though they are still in the process of shaping their bodies and souls, their incomplete divine souls are already conveying a sense of closeness and dependence to Wu Chen.

Whatever.

Wu Chen glanced at the two soon-to-be-born God-Kings, then turned his attention to other more pressing matters. Now that all his objectives on this land had been achieved and all his enemies defeated, his ultimate reward should be within his grasp.

He glanced at his clothes—a robust body draped in a simple robe. His thoughts immediately shifted, and the robe's design changed amidst the spreading silver glaze.

It transforms into a casual outfit, a common attire for modern young people. The biggest difference between this garment and a robe is that the casual outfit has an ample number of pockets.

He reached his hand into his pocket.

And naturally, the same item that is commonly found in the pockets of many young college students in China also ended up in his hands.

Wu Chen got his phone.

That was his greatest stroke of luck, his greatest reliance. And in this world, without relying on that stroke of luck at all, he reached the pinnacle of this realm, becoming the strongest of the strong, capable of creating a god-king.

“This proves one thing,” he said.

The world around him fell silent without him noticing, and the pure silver earth beneath his feet was covered in a dreamlike state. And that familiar yet indistinct outline appeared in his sight.

"This proves that you deserve this extraordinary encounter, and that even without it, you could have found your own way and direction for growth—congratulations, Wu Chen, you have the qualifications to step onto the stage of the multiverse on your own. Of course, if you insist on doing it yourself, it will still be a long time before you step onto the stage."

A friend appeared beside him, and it was exactly the same as before. Wu Chen couldn't discern its appearance in the past, and he still couldn't now. He only knew that it was his friend, and that nothing had changed from beginning to end.

"How long will it be?" he asked casually.

"At the fastest, within a thousand years. At the slowest, no later than twenty thousand years," the friend replied, presenting a vision of the future to Wu Chen's observation—a blazing silver mass filling the A Song of Ice and Fire plane, and several large plane clusters connected to it. The sky, the earth, the gods, the demons, and all living beings were dissolved into pure silver. And through this means, the world itself, floating in the vast void, also shimmered with a pure silver light.

The passerby devoured the world, etching the concept of 'passerby' upon it. Thus, the devoured world also spread its wings and grew sharp fangs and claws, becoming like a living thing, moving autonomously through the vast void until it encountered the protective barrier of another completely unfamiliar new world.

That's something Wu Chen would be able to do without a cell phone.

That will happen at the earliest one thousand years, and at the latest twenty thousand years from now.

But when it came into Wu Chen's view, this fabricated future underwent a dramatic change. The lower limit of a thousand years shifted to a hundred years, and it continues to shrink. Because a correct direction is of paramount importance.

“That’s quite unexpected.” Wu Chen nodded, ending the conversation.

(End of this chapter)