The Eternal Winter Land is located Beyond the Wall, the northernmost known point of Westeros.
The Frostfangs and several large lakes separate the Eternal Winter Land from the Ghost Shadow Forest, and it is named for being perpetually covered in winter and permanently frozen.
The Eternal Winter Land has been barely explored, even the hardiest Thenns only dare to live in the border regions of the Eternal Winter Land.
In the northernmost part of the Eternal Winter Land, as if at the end of the entire world, there is a faintly visible ice world that seems isolated from the rest of the world.
This ice world is entirely composed of various ice crystal structures and indeed looks magnificent.
But no living creature can survive in such an extremely cold place, except for the Others.
Various common Others and Others warriors were seen moving through it in an orderly manner; they lived here as normally as the people of the Seven Kingdoms.
Whoosh!
Crack!
Suddenly, a pillar of blood energy that soared into the sky erupted from the center of the ice city, which was also the most sacred Ice Temple in the eyes of the Others.
The Ice Temple, built from ancient ice crystals, collapsed with a roar amidst the violent pillar of blood energy.
A giant ice crystal snake, resembling a python, rose from the ruined Ice Temple and suddenly flew south.
All the Others immediately knelt on the ground upon seeing the ice crystal snake, devoutly worshipping while gazing at the deity's perfect form.
However, they noticed that the ice crystal snake, which was originally mostly white ice crystals with a small portion of black and gray, was now covered in a layer of blood-red color.
Bang!
The ice crystal snake flying in the sky suddenly collided with the air as it was about to leave this ice world, emitting a loud bang.
Afterwards, a tiny crack appeared in the sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
As for the ice crystal snake, its ice crystal head was covered in cracks from the impact, with ice crystal fragments falling from the cracks from time to time.
After this collision, the ice crystal snake seemed to recover from its previous state of madness.
Looking at the blood-red color covering its divine body, it let out an angry roar that echoed throughout the entire ice world: "Jacaerys Targaryen!
Whether it takes a hundred years or a thousand, once I accumulate enough power, I will definitely come out and find you myself!"
...
The North, outside Winterfell.
When the ancient god's divine descent body was killed by Jacaerys, the thick clouds that had covered the upper half of the North completely dissipated within a short time.
The sun, which had been hidden for a long time, reappeared and cast warm sunlight upon the land.
In just a brief moment, tens of thousands of Northern Alliance and commoners inside Winterfell felt as though they had returned from cold winter to warm spring.
All the Northern Soldiers inside the East City Gate who were injured and bleeding, as well as those whose blood energy had been forcibly absorbed by Womax's new orange entry ability.
Were instantly stopped from bleeding with a wave of Jacaerys's hand, and then the pillar of blood energy surrounding his body surged into Womax's body.
Rattle!
This pillar of blood energy, condensed from the fresh blood of tens of thousands of people, was ridiculously powerful.
Although most of it was consumed, the remaining small portion of the blood energy pillar still emitted a powerful pressure.
And after Womax completely absorbed the pillar of blood energy, the terrifying injuries from before, where the ancient god's giant ice spikes had pierced its chest and back,
Were rapidly recovering at a visible speed amidst the glowing blood-red light.
Feeling the changes in its body, Womax lowered its enormous dragon head and stared at the glowing red light on its chest and abdomen with its dragon eyes.
It could be seen that its dragon eyes were filled with a look of confusion, appearing extremely human-like.
However, Jacaerys had not noticed Womax's changes at the moment; he was eagerly looking at the entry panel which had undergone astonishing changes.
[Pet Name: Womax, Owner: Jacaerys Velaryon.
Length: 72.35 meters, Wingspan: 148.71 meters.
Pet Entry Slots: 10 / 10.
Entry Quality: Blood Devouring Rebirth (Orange): Food Intake + 1000%, Growth Rate + 1000%
Divine Ability: Devour fresh blood within a certain range, transforming it into one's own divine power.
Note: Fresh blood is the source of power for all life!
Blood and Fire (Purple): Fire Resistance + 100%
Trait: Pet shares Fire Resistance with owner.
Valyrian Dragon Lord (Purple): Dragon creature attack damage + 100%, Dragon Might + 100%
Trait: Tame dragon servants with the might of the Dragon King (Number of Dragon Servants: 3 / 3)
Dragon Power (Purple): Provides owner with 100% Dragon Power bonus.
Dragon Phantom (Purple): Agility + 100%
Trait: Burn dragon blood to gain explosive flight speed.
Dragon Slayer (Blue): Damage to dragon creatures + 50%
Hard Skin (Blue): Defense + 50%
Herbaceous Scent (Green): Wood Attribute Attack + 20%
Masochist (Green): Defense + 20%, Attack - 20%
Dieting (Green): Food Intake - 20%
Current Entry Points: 138412]
Blood Devouring Rebirth...
This is the powerful skill, or rather, divine ability, that I consumed and absorbed fresh blood with before.
Simply looking at the effect, this orange entry is definitely a mythical-level enhancement.
But... the name of this entry and its associated divine ability are completely out of place in this world.
So, is this because my way of understanding is still mostly that of a person from my previous life in China, and it's changing based on the way I'm familiar with understanding things?
Or is it... that this golden finger was originally like this.
When I was weak before, it put on a disguise, and starting from the purple entries, it began to reveal its true form little by little.
The so-called interaction with reality means that the deities of this world will discover clues within it, leading to much trouble.
Now that it's reached the orange entry, it might as well lay its cards on the table and stop pretending!
So, am I really a minion of an Otherworldly God?
Alas, it doesn't matter anymore whether I am or not!
As he thought about it, Jacaerys suddenly let out a heavy sigh.
Having just heard the secrets of the ancient gods, he knew that both the Children of the Forest and humans were merely snacks and playthings raised by them in the eyes of the gods.
Although R'hllor sounds somewhat different at first listen,
In essence, he is merely a new god who changed from an ancient god who demanded divine power from heaven and earth to one who demanded faith from the Children of the Forest and humans.
Look at the battles between the temples of the Lord of Light in Westeros and the faiths of other deities and false gods.
I'm afraid that besides the lethality being far lower than the ancient divine wars, the level of bloodshed might even surpass them.
If it weren't for Jacaerys, this minion of an Otherworldly God, emerging out of nowhere, they wouldn't even think of uniting; they would definitely fight each other to the death.
So, in the TV series from his previous life, by the time it reached over a hundred and eighty years later.
The gods had completely disappeared from the sight of ordinary people, and even dragons and magic only existed in legends.
The power Jacaerys currently possessed was his only reliance for living freely and unrestrained in this world.
Of course, after this experience, he could no longer trust this entry panel as unreservedly as before.
Killing the ancient god's divine descent body just happened to grant him one hundred thousand entry points.
In the past, upon seeing the immense power of the orange entry, Jacaerys would have already been impatient to upgrade another entry.
But now, he felt that the power he currently possessed was already sufficient.
Aside from truly facing an ancient god, there was nothing else in this world that could threaten his life.
Therefore, he would temporarily slow down on upgrading entries; he needed to think about it carefully again.
Perhaps...
He could use this power in conjunction with the methods of becoming a god in this world to forge a path of his own?
Whoosh, whoosh!
"Jie! Are you alright???"
Just as Jacaerys was lost in thought, Baela, riding Moondancer, flew from inside the city to Womax's side,
And anxiously shouted loudly towards Womax's dragon saddle area.
"Baela, not only am I fine, but my current state is better than ever before!"
Turning his head to see Baela's anxious face, Jacaerys, having come back to his senses, smiled slightly and replied.
However, his words were not simply meant to comfort Baela.
As Jacaerys spoke, he clenched his fists and immediately felt a surge of blood energy constantly flowing within his body.
It seems a divine ability is indeed a divine ability; although it wasn't specifically noted, it greatly enhanced Jacaerys's power.
"It's good that you're alright!
So should we land in Winterfell now, or return directly to King's Landing?"
After hearing Jacaerys's words, Baela opened her mouth wanting to say something more, but then she remembered the battle Jacaerys had just had with the ancient god, which had overturned her understanding.
In the end, she just asked Jacaerys what he planned to do next.
"Let's rest in Winterfell today; I can take this opportunity to meet Cregan."
"Alright!"
Baela nodded obediently in reply and immediately directed Moondancer to fly towards Winterfell.
As for Womax, its enormous body could not land in Winterfell, which was very small compared to King's Landing.
But there was no need to worry; a surge of blood energy suddenly rose from Jacaerys.
The next moment, he soared directly towards Winterfell like a jet airplane, trailing a blood-red flame tail.
Since the Children of the Forest outside the city had disappeared without a trace at some point, the vines and branches blocking the back of the East City Gate had long since withered and shriveled.
Large numbers of Northern Alliance, Northern Soldiers, and commoners had already surged to the East City Gate,
Presumably to see the Dragon God who had protected all of Winterfell, the entire North, and even Westeros.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Jacaerys Targaryen!"
Watching the blood-colored figure fly onto the Winterfell city wall and stand proudly, everyone willingly and sincerely knelt on both knees, paying homage to Jacaerys with the loudest voices.
Huh?
Jacaerys was already accustomed to this kind of spectacle.
But suddenly, his eyes, which happened to be enveloped in blood energy, discovered a world completely different from before.
He saw wisps of multi-colored smoke rising from the many Northern people kneeling on the ground.
These multi-colored wisps of smoke varied in thickness; the thin ones were like strands of hair, completely unnoticeable if not looked at carefully.
The thick ones were mostly as thick as chopsticks, and the thickest one was as thick as an adult's thumb.
It came from Duke Kregen, who was looking at Jacaerys with a face full of gratitude, staring intently.
So, this is the power of faith?
With a turn of thought, Jacaerys had already guessed what these multi-colored wisps of smoke were.
Those ordinary Northern commoners were probably both reverent and fearful of him because he had saved them.
They could only be considered the most basic shallow believers.
As for the Northern Alliance and Northern Soldiers, they could be considered beneficiaries of the new laws Jacaerys had previously promulgated.
Because Jacaerys had saved their lives and property, they worshipped him to a certain extent.
They could be considered true believers, a level higher.
As for Duke Kregen, Jacaerys guessed that the degree of his faith might be related to his personality.
He held Winterfell and the entire North in too high regard, always adhering to the Stark Family's ancestral teachings, wanting to resist the death sweeping from the far north.
After witnessing the ghoul ocean that was like hell,
His gratitude and worship for Jacaerys, who had saved everyone and saved the North, came from the bottom of his heart.
This was completely the level of a fanatic believer.
Jacaerys could see it now, but he had no idea how to utilize this power of faith.
So he could only watch helplessly as these wisps of the power of faith circled around him.
Then, as time passed, they gradually dissipated into the world at an imperceptible speed.
Although it felt like something that belonged to him was being wasted like this, Jacaerys knew that this matter couldn't be rushed.
After composing himself, he leaped down from the city wall of the East City Gate.
"Cregan, the Others and that evil god have been eliminated by me.
But this is only temporary; their lair is hidden in the Eternal Winter Land Beyond the Wall.
You, Duke of Winterfell, Warden of the North, Cregan Stark.
From today onwards, besides bearing the responsibility of guarding the North, you shall also bear the heavy responsibility of completely eradicating the Others and the evil god."
Jacaerys, enveloped in blood energy and emanating an astonishing aura that made it difficult for ordinary people to lift their heads, walked up to Duke Kregen.
Then he spoke; although his voice was not very loud when he spoke, everyone heard him clearly with the enhancement of the blood energy.
Upon hearing this, Duke Kregen recalled Barry, who had died protecting him.
A flicker of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he replied firmly in a clear voice: "Your Majesty Jacaerys, please rest assured.
I will watch over the North and fight the Others and the evil god to the death!"
"Very good, your answer satisfies me greatly."
"Your Majesty, I have a request."
Jacaerys had just nodded in satisfaction and offered a word of praise when he heard Duke Kregen make a request.
"Let's hear it!"
"I heard that Prince Lucerys and his dragon helped rebuild Twin River City.
I would like to request that you send two, no, one dragon to assist me in rebuilding The Wall."
"Rebuild The Wall?
To be honest, rebuilding The Wall with the current productivity of the Seven Kingdoms is very difficult.
Over eight thousand years ago, your Stark Family ancestors must have utilized magical power when building The Wall.
Furthermore, what is the meaning of rebuilding The Wall?"
"Meaning..."
Hearing Jacaerys's question, Cregan was stunned.
Indeed, The Wall now seemed to have become meaningless.
"Cregan, take advantage of this rare time to rest and recuperate!
Next time, I will lead you to the Eternal Winter Land to execute the evil god!"
Inside King's Landing, tens of thousands of Northern Soldiers and commoners, although their bleeding had stopped due to the blood energy divine ability Jacaerys had used.
However, the physical pain could not disappear just like that; wails of agony rose and fell continuously, and the lightly injured soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms were rescuing those with more severe injuries.
But when Jacaerys spoke these words, they all forgot their pain and felt an infinite radiance emanating from Jacaerys!
As if he were a god who could bring hope back to everyone! (End of Chapter)