Dragon Calendar Year 1600, Spring.
In the Five Dragon Cave south of Astapor, the originally spacious White Jade Square seemed especially small today. It was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder. There were more than a thousand people, all of them Targaryens.
There were leaders of various families, kings of kingdoms, and demigods who had long escaped the danger of their lifespans.
"Brandon, where have you been? I haven't seen you in a few hundred years." The dwarf pulled the former crazy prince, his face full of enthusiasm.
"My third tribulation is coming soon. What else can I do but work hard to earn merit?" Bran said dejectedly.
Once they heard about the tribulation, a group of demigods of Targaryens surrounded him. There were four to five hundred of them!
"So soon? Bran, didn't you just go through your second tribulation five hundred years ago?"
"Yeah, why are your tribulations so frequent?"
"Bran, are you confident?"
"I've been feeling uneasy recently. I often wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely and gasping for breath. Is the tribulation coming soon?"
The dwarf used his high status to push the juniors aside and said to Bran with a forced smile, "In about twenty years, my first tribulation will come. Bran, if you have any tricks to go through the tribulation, you must teach me!
Looking at those who have gone through the tribulation in the past thousand years, more than seventy percent of them have died in the first tribulation. It's terrifying. "
"Yeah, yeah, it's terrifying. The soul disperses, the cultivation disappears, and only the life imprint is left to reincarnate," the nearby Targaryens said sadly.
"Bran, you're the first to go through the tribulation, the first to go through the tribulation, the first to encounter the second tribulation, the first to go through the second tribulation, and you're about to go through your third tribulation. You must have a lot of experience, right?" Yimont with the scar also came over.
"There are four main essentials to going through the tribulation."
Looking at the hopeful and respectful gazes around him, Bran's heavy heart relaxed a little. "First of all, the tribulation can only be resisted, not evaded.
Those who fled to the other world after sensing the impending tribulation are completely brainless.
Why don't you think about what realm the Old Ancestor is at? If even you can go to the other world, is it difficult for the Heavenly Tribulation to follow?
The power of the Heavenly Tribulation will be doubled for those who flee to the other world. Thus, the failure rate of the tribulation is now as high as 74%! "
"You also ran away back then, right?" Danny asked.
"Ahem, ahem, I escaped. That's why I'm deeply moved! If it weren't for the fact that I'm a triple Demigod in my cultivation of magic, body, and sword, and even borrowed Geralt's Sword of Spacetime, there's an 80% chance that I wouldn't have been able to withstand it, "Bran said awkwardly.
"The Sword of Spacetime? Is it the divine sword that the ancestor gave him and Ciri? "someone asked.
"Yes, that's the sword. This is the second main point of the Heavenly Tribulation. "Bran raised two fingers." The Heavenly Tribulation Artifact! Powerful divine artifacts could help the cultivator withstand the heavenly tribulation.
Actually, the Sword of Spacetime wasn't very effective. If it were in the shape of an umbrella or an iron shield, the defensive efficiency would be higher.
For example, the Human Crown of Westeros has its own merit and destiny. It should be able to block the Heavenly Tribulation. "
"Hmm, looks like I'll have to find a divine craftsman to create a Heavenly Tribulation Armor for the next twenty years," the dwarf said thoughtfully.
"The third main point of the Heavenly Tribulation is strength. Needless to say, at the end of the day, the Heavenly Tribulation is a test of your cultivation progress. It's no different from the final exams in school.
If you have excellent results, you're naturally not afraid of exams.
At the same time, if you have good results in one subject, you'll also fail in other subjects. Therefore, it's best to cultivate magic, body, and skills. "
Everyone nodded silently. The stronger one was, the easier it was to survive the Heavenly Tribulation. This was a matter of course.
"Finally, it's merit. Merit is the most practical and the most useful treasure for surviving the tribulation. First of all, with the addition of merit, the interval between the Heavenly Tribulation will be much longer than others. "
"No wonder you, Bran, are going to undergo the third Heavenly Tribulation in a short one thousand five hundred years." Everyone was enlightened.
"That's why I've been thinking of ways to earn merit recently." Bran sighed. "Other than prolonging the interval between the Heavenly Tribulation, merit can also offset the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. It's too useful."
"Devil Power is easy to obtain, but merit is hard to earn! I've been a herdsman in a poor mountain village for three hundred years. I've saved thousands of people and helped countless children open up the path of cultivation. I've never collected any fees, but I've only accumulated 40 merit points.
It's too bad that when I was king in my early years, I got drunk and whipped two maids to death. A total of 20 merit points were deducted. After that …
If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have become king even if you beat me to death, "someone lamented.
"I'd like to continue being king. I've been king for forty years and earned 800 merit points. After I abdicated, I cultivated for 1,200 years and did a lot of good deeds. Instead, I lost 150 merit points," someone disagreed.
"Cousin, you're talking nonsense. How can you lose anything?" The king from before was full of suspicion.
"Why can't I? When I was king, I had people following me everywhere. No one dared to offend me, and I didn't have the chance to kill anyone.
After I abdicated, I traveled the world alone. Those bastards didn't know who I was. They thought I was putting on airs and was an old man who liked to show off … "
The cousin's handsome face was full of grievances. "I'm just used to fine clothes, good food, and good service … Is it too much to hire eight beautiful female elves to carry a palanquin?
I've lived like that my whole life. But those fellows just couldn't stand it. They were jealous and wanted to provoke me.
You guys know that I have a bad temper. I can't tolerate sand in my eyes. So, I started a fight. If I kill someone, my merit points will be deducted! "
"You don't deduct merit points from killing people in battle, right?" Danny asked doubtfully.
"Everywhere I go, people provoke me. I've killed a little too many …" the cousin sighed.
"Based on the way he's doing things, only 150 merit points will be deducted for 1,200 years. That's really very little," Brandon complained.
"Sigh. It's hard to earn merit, but easy to get sin. It's hard!" Tyrion said.
Bran smiled proudly. "You guys haven't found the right way."
"What way?" everyone asked anxiously.
"Missionaries from another world!"
"Tsk. And here I thought it was something else!" The onlookers were disappointed.
"Missionaries from another world have been around for a thousand years. I've been one too. I only earned 98 merit points in 400 years. It's better than being a herdsman at home.
But it's dangerous to preach in another world. The mortality rate is as high as 25%! "someone lamented.
"Hehe, you guys haven't found the trick." Bran's smile was smug and mysterious.
"What trick?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"This …" Bran hesitated again.
"There are too many people here. Let's talk later," he said softly.
But the people around him were all demigods. No matter how soft he was, they could still hear him.
"Bran, are you going to cut yourself off from the Targaryen Family?"
"Bran, the old ancestor is coming. I'm going to complain to her. You don't respect your elders, you don't love the young. You betrayed the family!"
"F * ck, do you have to be so ruthless?" Bran's face was pale.
"Bran, everyone here is Targaryen. There are no outsiders," Scar Yimont said sternly.
Bran glanced at his uncle and sighed. "Actually, it's very simple. Find the destined person to be your backer."
"Be more specific."
"Before we met another world, our merit came from the Holy Mother. But in another world, the will of the other world will also reward those who help the world!
Following the will of the heavens is the greatest merit.
How do we follow the will of the heavens?
There's nothing simpler and more rewarding than helping the destined person complete the will of the heavens, "Bran said solemnly.
"F * ck." The dwarf spat out the word "dragon" (a dragon swear word) and slapped Bran's butt hard. "Kid, you're so smart. Why didn't I think of that?"
"Hehe, you've been avoiding Ciri all those years ago. But I've been following Geralt and Ciri to the end. Guess what?"
Bran raised his right hand proudly. "Five hundred, a total of five hundred merit points!"
"Holy shit!!" The eyes of the Targaryens turned red.
"That's not right. If you have so much merit, why do you have to go through Heavenly Tribulations?" Danny raised a question.
"Sigh, choosing the destined person is even harder than buying stocks with potential. In a world, in a period of time, there's only one destined person. Buying the wrong stock will result in a loss. Choosing the wrong True Dragon will result in a loss of merit.
In the early days, I used the ancestors and Ciri as a template and habitually chose people of noble birth who met with misfortune.
In a world dominated by Western civilization, it was still considered smooth sailing. Even if I was wrong, they were the destined person's friends or subjects. There was always a small profit.
But in a world dominated by Eastern civilization, I was wrong to choose those with noble status. Wrong to choose those with brilliant literary talent. Wrong to choose those with handsome looks. Wrong to choose those with elegant temperament.
They're all the destined person's rivals. I've lost so much. "
Bran wailed and said proudly, "But it's the same as trading stocks. I've lost so much. I've gradually figured out the trick of choosing the destined person for different civilizations."
"Big Brother Bran, the next time you preach in another world, bring me along."
"Grandpa Bran, I'm your biological brother's great-grandson. Remember to invite me to join your group next time."
The juniors looked envious and surrounded Master Bran to flatter him.
Bran was proud and waved his hand casually. "We'll talk about it next time."
"Bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier about such a good method?" Yimont with the scar had a ferocious look on his face. He grabbed his ear and twisted it with all his strength. "I loved you so much back then, you unfilial grandson!"
"You're really a good-for-nothing." The dwarf was also full of resentment and kicked him fiercely.
This kid had kept him in the dark for more than two thousand years. How much merit should he have earned in these two thousand years?
If he didn't earn, he would lose.
He had caused him to lose a few thousand merit points. How much hatred was there?
Seeing the resentment in his elders' eyes, Bran said bitterly, "I knew it. If I didn't tell you, you'd admire me. If I told you, you'd hate me for not telling you earlier."
"Why didn't you tell us earlier?"
"Why should I tell you earlier? When I was full of sins, did you contribute any merit to me? "Bran said angrily.
Legg saw the commotion and walked over. He said calmly, "Mother is coming. What's with the commotion?
Have you forgotten the Targaryen family's teachings?
Cultivation and life are very personal matters. No one has the responsibility to pay for Bran's sins.
Similarly, he has no responsibility to disclose the opportunities he discovered to you.
After today's assembly, Demigods are not allowed to leave. Follow me to the Moon Palace and be confined for 200 years. "
"Father, I'm not making any noise," Yimont with the scar said anxiously.
"No, Master, my Heavenly Tribulation is coming." Bran wailed.
"Old Ancestor, I know I'm wrong. But I have to prepare for the Heavenly Tribulation …"
"Hehehe …" Tyrion laughed happily at the side.
Legg glanced at his uncle and said nothing.
"You still have the cheek to laugh. You haven't sung the Song of Laws even now …" Jon shook his head and laughed bitterly. "Arguing with a group of juniors over the Heavenly Tribulation, aren't you ashamed?"
The dwarf's face turned red. He straightened his neck and said, "You can sing the Song of Laws, but you'll also have a Heavenly Tribulation."
"A Demigod who has comprehended the Laws will have a Heavenly Tribulation of a hundred thousand years. Within a hundred thousand years, I'll definitely be able to sing the complete Song of Laws, "Jon said.
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