Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 395 - Putting it into a bottle
Wu Chen made a promise.

I want to protect the Earth.

In his philosophy, guardians are always equated with rulers.

What I need to protect is naturally what belongs to me.

—If something doesn't belong to me at all, then why should I protect it?
He was convinced of this.

He also needs to own all of it.

And the effort he is willing and able to contribute is naturally the same as the amount of ownership he possesses.

If his ownership were only one in billions, he would contribute the effort of an ordinary person. If it were one in tens of thousands, he would contribute the effort of a small country. But now, in his plan, he has the effort of a god to contribute.

Since he is a god, the only god, then he should naturally rule over everything on this planet.

"That makes sense."

Wu Chen stretched out his hand, and the glory and authority of the gods expanded with his will. And with the unfolding desire in his heart, the soul tomb beneath his feet, which he had already seized, refined, and turned into his own annihilation, also began to expand.

"This planet belongs to me."

The ocean of souls was completely devoured by him. The willpower from other worlds continued to flow into his body relentlessly. He gained more, acquired more, and dominated more. Until a barrier appeared at the edge of the sky. And the next moment, everyone on the sunlit side of the earth, regardless of their status, cried out in terror towards the sky.

"The sky! Something is blocking the sky!"

It's not a solar eclipse.

A solar eclipse is simply a change that occurs on the sun's disk.

However, what appeared in the sky were large and small black spots stretching from one end of the field of vision to the other, obscuring the sky and expanding continuously as time went by.

"The world is going to end!" many people screamed.

"Death, isn't there a Death God? Won't He save us?" Many people are aware of the power of God.

Enough people.

Pray enough.

Such a massive tide of willpower was enough to make Wu Chen lower his gaze toward his priestess.

“Go,” he said.

The priestess bowed to him and left his side. When she reappeared, the twelve halos, twelve pairs of wings, twelve crowns, and twelve radiant lights behind her had already burst forth in a blaze of glory as she materialized.

Incomparably sacred, incomparably grand. Anyone who raises their head can see her immediately. Anyone who sees her will realize at that moment just how insignificant they are.

"Mortals, I bring you the gospel of the end times. Offer all that you have, give all that you have, and the Lord of all things will bestow upon you everything as a reward."

The title of Death had been silently erased. She knew what Wu Chen knew and thought, and she also knew the power Wu Chen possessed. Her words contained no persuasion, no guidance, but simply a declaration of fact. And all who could hear her voice instantly knew that everything she said was the truth.

What can question her? Who can question that the sun will no longer rise, the moon will no longer set? Countless people immediately bow down under her wings, prostrate themselves in her radiance. They pray loudly, worship devoutly, offering their prayers as provisions to the divine.

The dark spots are getting bigger.

The black spots gradually turned silvery-gray.

People watched with anticipation as the ever-expanding silvery-gray mass grew. Everyone knew the world was about to undergo a tremendous change. Of course, this didn't apply to everyone. There were always those who refused to believe the truth that was so close at hand. Some were calm, some were excited, some were waiting for the right offer, and some resolutely resisted.

"I'm old, I no longer care whether those things in the sky are gods or monsters, let me die peacefully." An elderly man, who seemed to have seen through the ways of the world, leaned on his cane on the observation deck in his home.

"I don't believe it! There are no gods in this world! It's all fake! Fake!" Some hot-blooded men and women cast resistant glances at the crisscrossing silver and gray in the sky.

"God, accept me, grant me grace, I have ten thousand devout followers who will bring you glory." An ambitious man who had developed a religious order in the midst of chaos offered a half-hearted prayer to the heavens. He was close enough to God, yet not close enough, and his heart was filled with such ambition.

"There is no god in this world, and humanity does not need a god. We do not need your power if we leave our land!" Some steadfast believers gathered together and proved through their actions that humanity can be great without a god.

They were all resisting.

Their resistance took different directions.

but……

God is already there.

The powerful life forms that possess the strength to cover a planet, and are already covering it, are already here.

Their resistance was thus rendered futile. Or rather, neither Wu Chen nor his witch paid any attention to these insignificant resistances.

God already knows.

God did not respond.

The pure silver that blotted out the sky gradually covered the entire sky, and as the Earth revolved and rotated, it spread along the terminator towards the other side of the planet.

The process was not long.

The ordeal was so long that the fanatics didn't even reach the area where the staunch rebels were. Of course, even if they had arrived and done something, it wouldn't have affected the final outcome.

The pure silver hue had already covered the entire sky. And the entire planet seemed to freeze for a fleeting moment.

The first to realize something was wrong were the monitoring stations along the coast. People watching the screens stared in horror at the ocean before them, at the boiling water, where not a single ripple remained.

"The ocean...the ocean has calmed down?" People looked up in alarm at the sky. They saw the pure silver sky silently transforming into the normal dawn and dusk.

The sun still shines, the moon still shines. Sunlight still lingers, moonlight still dazzles. Yet the vanished tidal forces make everything seem so illusory.

“We have lost the moon…” the scholars murmured.

"No! It is the moon that has lost us!" But more specialized scholars have uncovered the truth.

The detectors transmitted data, and at that moment, people knew how high the sky was. Accompanied by several meteors that didn't even kick up dust, the astronauts who were working in outer space, along with the space station carrying them, returned to Earth.

They realized a truth.

This truth has plunged many people into despair.

Earth is no longer a planet within a cosmic system. The pure silver that blots out the sky has completely encompassed this entire planet!

This is indeed the truth. Wu Chen did not hide it at all.

In his palm, the soul mound, expanded to its limit, had completely enveloped the entire planet.

(End of this chapter)