Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 114: Racial Transformation Ceremony
"Is this... the legacy left by our ancestors?"

Calca gazed at the stone statue and the sacred pool before her, her fingers trembling slightly. A solemn and profound emotion welled up from the depths of her heart, a sacred power resonating with her very blood. The golden crown on her head grew slightly warm. Even though she was still several meters from the sacred pool, the majestic sacred power seemed to leap to life, calling upon her body.

The power was calling her.

The power was eager to flow into her body.

This was a proof that she was indeed of the pure bloodline of Besares, that she had indeed been recognized by the first generation of Holy King, and that she had become the most qualified and legitimate descendant.

Her heart leaped with joy, a sense of mission and accomplishment so overwhelming that she almost cried. She subconsciously lifted her foot and was about to walk forward, but before her heel lifted and her toes left the ground, she regained consciousness.

The one who can make decisions and make decisions is no longer me.

And she understood, knew, and was willing to do it.

"Daxter..."

She saw Dust inspecting the temple, his eyes passing over the sacred pool, the colossus, and then sweeping over the ancient relics, the secret treasures, and the spell books placed nearby - he looked as calm and confident as before. The sacred pool in front of him, which could give others enormous power, could not shake his heart at all.

"You're lucky, Calca," she heard Dust say calmly. "Do you know why humans are weaker than most demihumans on this continent?"

He said 'you'.

"Is it because... the subhumans possess various racial abilities?" Kuirat was naturally more familiar with this knowledge.

"You could think of it as a kind of protection, a kind of gift." Wu Chen nodded and added. He knew that the natives of this world had no way of knowing their own class level. "The world favors them, and therefore grants them power. Even without any training, with ordinary growth, they can successfully develop this power. Unfortunately, the world has bestowed upon us humans something else."

The biggest advantage humans have over demihumans is their innate abilities. Of course, the awakening rate is less than 1%, and the vast majority of these abilities are ineffective.

"This pool, however, allows you to retain your human identity while obtaining the power bestowed upon you by this world. Furthermore, the strength and potential of this power are even close to that of ordinary dragons."

At least ten racial levels, at least ten.

And unlike demihumans like goatmen, beastmen, and pig-headed men, each racial level here possesses considerable attribute growth, even activating some special and powerful abilities.

Aasimo - in the rules of the Kingdom of the Sky, a certain kind of life whose soul carries the spark of heaven can be classified as this group. And even better is -

"It will allow you to break through the sixth-level mortal limit and enter the realm of mythology. And even better—"

Dust's fingers brushed against the sacred pool's spout. Calca didn't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, she felt the distance between her and Dust suddenly stretch infinitely.

It must be an illusion.

"This pool can perform three transformation rituals simultaneously."

Three matches, but there were four people standing here. Calca pursed her lips and was about to speak when she felt Remedios press down on her shoulder.

"Leave this opportunity to Calca and my sister, Dust." She looked up at Dust, a look that was once unfamiliar to Calca, but now felt quite familiar. "As long as I can stay by your side, I'll have endless energy."

"Your Majesty, Daxter! I think my sister needs this power even more. You need a stronger shield and sword—"

"I--"

Calca wanted to speak, but Dust just looked at her and them with a strange expression. It was a look that was both angry and amused.

"What are you thinking?" He scolded in a calm tone, "You three each have a position. Do you think I still need this kind of power? Do you think I will compete with you for it?"

"Uh……"

There was a moment of awkwardness in the air.

Three colored elemental balls appeared around Dust, giving the answer.

"I am an elemental mage, and this is a pure ascension ritual aimed at divine power. You are all only good at using divine spells, so it doesn't matter to you, but for me, the weakening is far greater than the strengthening."

He threw the horn.

Remedios caught it. "Can you feel anything?" Dust asked. "Can you use it, can you manipulate it?"

Calca turned her head and saw Remedios's distressed face. Her best friend seemed to be trying hard to do something with the horn, but in the end, she was unable to do anything.

"Feel sorry……"

"Don't apologize. When you come out, you can use it. By the way, you can also throw the holy sword you are using now back into the warehouse. Because this sword will completely surpass the one you have now."

“You mean…” Calca was the first to respond.

"Durandal, you know." Dust nodded. "I can sense the power of this sword. It was the reward for defeating the guardian. And now it seems that Remedios is the most suitable person to wield it. Perfect, the three of you will each obtain a secret treasure from these ruins."

"As for me..." Dust looked around. "My gains are far greater than this."

Calca didn't understand the deeper meaning behind his words, but a feeling of deep emotion filled her. Along the way, Dust had done so much for them, yet he wanted almost nothing—a few spellbooks at best. But that knowledge wouldn't vanish into thin air; in the end, wouldn't it become a secret treasure of the Holy Kingdom?

The most secret resistance hidden deep within her heart was completely erased at that moment. From that moment on, Calca felt that she could trust him completely. Even if he asked her to do something horrible or incomprehensible, she would probably do it first and think about it later.

She saw Dust nod slightly at her.

"The timing is perfect." Dust pointed at the pool, and an invisible wind swept over the bodies of her and Custodio.

"Go ahead. You don't need to undress. Your bodies are already clean. I'll watch over you and make sure everything is alright."

“Yes!” Calca nodded vigorously, adjusted her golden crown, and strode down toward the sacred pool. And just half a second later, she heard two more soft, falling sounds.

The sacred ocean enveloped her, and in an instant, she felt as if she had returned to the womb, as if she had melted in the light. At that moment, a whispering sound emanated from the golden crown above her head.

Do you still remember your vows?

Are you willing to give everything you have for this land, this country, and the people of this country?

"I……"

She would have responded.

She would have responded with a 'yes' without hesitation or delay.

but now……

Dust's figure flashed past her eyes.

She always felt that she should consult him before making important decisions.

..............................

The confrontation happened at that moment.

The outcome was decided almost instantly.

Calca's hesitation was indeed a pleasant surprise, and Wu Chen had successfully found the dangling thread of willpower—even if Calca agreed, it would only open a hole in her heart. But now, her hesitation had left the thread of willpower exposed to Wu Chen for too long!
He found it, he saw it.

He had already obtained the keyword "Secret Chamber" from the Legends. This undoubtedly pointed to the sixth-tier magic book he had obtained, the Royal Chamber!

The door had already come into his sight. The lurker hidden deep within was hiding in a long-established secret room. The Holy Kingdom's true treasure should also be hidden there, and the lurker should be in a relatively vulnerable state now!
The force-powered spear was ready. There was no pre-casting, no sign of the spell, for he had already placed this completed metamagic spell into the academy's seal. And now, it would be unleashed.

Calca and her companions were immersed in the ritual. They could do nothing, and they were not required to do anything. Then, the hidden secret door shattered, accompanied by the silent collapse of the thread of will.

The backlash from abusing the power of will has already been triggered.

Wu Chen had already broken into the door and brought down his power.

(End of this chapter)