In Samwell's field of vision, the whole world was spinning and tumbling.

There was a rainbow of light flowing all around, but nothing could be seen clearly.

It was as if he was falling from a cylinder, falling, never falling to the ground.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe a month, maybe a whole year, maybe longer......

Samwell finally felt the fall slowing down.

And he seems to have entered a sea of brilliance.

The surging water rolled around him, rolling up a brilliant and beautiful, but extremely dangerous wave.

Samwell also realizes that this is clearly no ordinary sea.

Rather, it is an ocean of various magical elements.

This is the Elemental Sea!

Samwell remembers that when he was studying magic with the Red Witch, he was told that the elemental sea was the source of all magic.

It is outside the world, a place that mortals cannot see and can never touch.

It is not fixed in one place, but constantly moving, far and near from time to time with the world.

This is also the reason why the magic tide is generated.

In order for mortals to use magical sorcery, they must first learn to communicate with the Elemental Sea.

Of course, Samwell had also felt the existence of the elemental sea, but he didn't expect that one day, he would actually enter the "sea".

It seems that after killing the Night King, the aftermath of the explosion of that strange altar brought him into the elemental sea.

Of course, it would be more accurate to bring his spirit body, or soul, into the sea of elements.

Samwell could still vaguely feel the presence of his body, and it seemed that he could go back at any time if he wanted to.

However, now that he has come to the Elemental Sea, Samwell certainly wouldn't want to go home empty-handed like this.

In the dark, he always felt that he could find answers to many questions that had bothered him for a long time.

It's just that I don't know if the abnormal change of the soul entering the elemental sea this time was an accident or someone planned it.

If it's the latter, then he'll have to be careful.

Maybe there's a trap here......

Samwell cautiously looked around, but only saw colorful elemental undercurrents surging, sometimes bursting into some seemingly beautiful but extremely dangerous "waves".

But no breath of life was found.

This elemental sea is indeed an extremely dangerous place for ordinary life.

Those furious elementals can easily tear worldly creatures apart.

Even Samwell's spiritual body, whose mental attributes were outstanding, felt a deep threat.

He avoided the violent elemental undercurrents and cautiously continued his exploration.

In this strange place, Samwell couldn't tell the difference between east and west, not even up and down.

The surrounding environment is complex and varied, but it is not specific enough to form a guide.

After a long time, those gorgeous and colorful elements gradually become monotonous and boring, and even cause physiological discomfort.

Feelings of irritability and anxiety begin to build up in the mind.

"Who's there!" So, when he saw a figure passing by, Samwell immediately became extremely excited.

But the other party turned around and ran.

"Hey! I have no ill will. ”

Samwell shouted, trying to make his tone sincere.

But the other party didn't dare to stay at all, as if he had seen an extremely terrible enemy.

Due to the distance and the interference of countless violent elemental undercurrents in the middle, Samwell chased after him for a while, but still lost the trace of the other party.

I only vaguely saw that the other party had a weird tail, like a "lizard man".

Samwell was sure he had never met the other before, so he wondered why the other person was so afraid of him.

In desperation, he had no choice but to continue exploring.

There is no day or night in the elemental sea, and Samwell was at first estimating the time himself, but as time went on, he couldn't figure out how long he had been here.

He began to worry about the situation on the continent of Westeros.

When your soul swims in the elemental sea, your body should have fallen into a deep sleep.

One might think that he was seriously wounded in the battle with the Night King and fell asleep.

Dani, Margaery, and Natalie are going to be sad.

However, the Seven Kingdoms will not be chaotic.

Samwell is still very relieved about this.

After all, the threat of the Aliens has been removed, and by leading humanity to win this epic war and end the long night, Caesar's name will surely spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms and become the object of praise and worship by everyone.

In such a situation, no fool would dare to jump out and cause trouble.

Even if Samwell is not there, the eldest son, Octavian, can sit on the Iron Throne smoothly.

In the Imperial Council, he also arranged trustworthy important ministers, who were enough to help govern the country and stabilize the post-war order.

Thinking of this, Samwell suppressed some worries in his heart and chose to move on.

The surrounding environment is still the same as before, no matter how gorgeous it is, you will be tired and even nauseous after watching it for a long time.

If you stay in this kind of place for a long time, I'm afraid normal people will go crazy.

Samwell's mentality is not bad, firstly, he has not been here for a long time, and secondly, because he can feel that his strength is rising at a very fast speed over time.

On the attribute panel, there is no movement in strength and agility, but the spirit value has already broken through the hundred mark, rushing towards two hundred, three hundred, or even thousand.

The consequence of this is that Samwell himself doesn't know how strong he really is.

I only felt that my body was full of terrifying energy, and even the energy that made his heart palpitate and he couldn't fully control it.

However, Samwell has some speculation about the reason for the surge in strength.

It has nothing to do with the Elemental Sea, but because he led humanity to defeat the Aliens and put an end to the Long Night.

As a result, almost all of the people of Westeros today, whether they were ancestors, Andals, or Royna, worship the great king in a frenzy.

In particular, he is still "seriously injured and unconscious", which makes people admire the king's sacrifice and dedication even more, and appreciate him and worship him from the bottom of their hearts.

This kind of crazy worship from the heart has turned into some kind of faint special spiritual energy, which continues to converge towards Samwell.

Although it is faint, it is especially impressive when thousands of places come together.

Samwell felt that perhaps this was the power of faith.

And what the Lord of Light, Rahlo, is looking for, I'm afraid, is this kind of thing.

Perhaps the arrival of the Long Night, the Strange Ghost, and the Bitter Winter is also for this thing.

Samwell thought as he continued to move forward, as he continued to adjust to the explosion of strength.

He found that as his spiritual stats continued to grow, the vague whispers he had heard had completely disappeared, and the violent undercurrents in the elemental sea were no longer as dangerous and deadly in his eyes as they had been at the beginning.

In addition, Samwell feels his connection to Westeros growing.

Sometimes, he was even able to "hear" his own people praying and worshiping him.

And he seems to be able to convey some information to his people through this weak connection......

I don't know if it will be treated as an oracle after doing so.

Samwell also realized that he seemed to be gradually transforming into a "god".

When the spiritual attribute exceeded one thousand, his strength seemed to have made a qualitative leap, and the elemental sea gradually changed in his eyes......

The elemental undercurrent was no longer an obstacle, and he could even see far away through those brilliant brilliance.

Therefore, he also immediately locked on a few figures.

One of them is an old friend.

Boom –

Samwell suddenly accelerated, and his spirit body turned into a dazzling golden light, breaking through the elemental undercurrent along the way, and shooting forward.

Ahead, a harpy was frightened by the sudden movement and fled screaming.

While she's fast, Samwell is faster.

When he raised his hand, the entire Elemental Sea trembled instantly.

Countless turbulent undercurrents were stirring, sweeping, and immediately blocking the Harpy's escape direction.

And when she saw that she couldn't run away, she suddenly changed her face, turned around and said respectfully:

"Master Caesar, don't kill me! Don't kill me! In the ancient city of Giscali, we tried our best to help you. ”

"Oh?" Samwell stopped, looked down at the banshee in front of him, and laughed, "How do I remember when I was in Slave Bay, you kept shouting at me to kill?" ”

"Then you're misunderstanding us." The Harpy hurriedly defended, "Think about it, have we ever caused you substantial harm? Not only did it not hurt, but you gained a lot in Slave Bay, right? And those illusions, I think they gave you a lot of hints. ”

Samwell showed a thoughtful expression, then put down his offensive posture and said in a softened tone:

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to explain. Why on earth are you doing this? And what tips would you like to give me? ”

The harpy breathed a sigh of relief and said cautiously:

"It all starts with the Elemental Sea. It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, a man suddenly gained the ability to communicate with the elemental sea at the height of a certain magical tide, and he became the world's first wizard. Some say that this man is a native of Yidi, others say that he is a Valyrian, and others say that ......"

"Long story short!" Samwell interrupted angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes." The harpy hurriedly streamlined her language,

"In short, witchcraft began to circulate in the world, evolved into countless schools, and gave birth to countless powerful wizards. At that time, there were no gods, and powerful wizards were even able to move mountains and reclaim seas and destroy the heavens and the earth at the peak of the magic tide, and they were already like gods.

However, all this ceased to exist as the tide of magic receded.

The wizards were horrified to find it increasingly difficult for them to communicate with the Elemental Sea, and the spells they cast became weaker and weaker, and later, the once most powerful witchcraft degenerated into a juggling trick.

This sparked massive panic and despair. Fortunately, thousands of years later, the magic tide is back in swing, and the wizards are ecstatic to find themselves strong again.

After a few cycles, the wizards began to study how they could enter the elemental sea and be unaffected by the magical tides, in an attempt to become true, eternal gods.

Later, someone succeeded, and by building an altar, he succeeded in finding his way to the elemental sea.

He thought it was the gate of heaven, but he didn't know that it was just a gateway to hell. ”

Speaking of this, the harpy sighed sadly several times, and then continued:

"You should also be able to see that the Elemental Sea is not a beautiful place, it is vast and boundless. The existence of elemental undercurrents makes it impossible for even weaker creatures to survive here.

What's more, it's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. ”

"It's hard to get out here?" Samwell frowned.

"It's not that hard for you." The Harpy explained, "You're incredibly powerful now, and you have a physical body that can provide the coordinates, and you only have to pay a price to go back......"

Samwell wanted to ask what the price would be, but on second thought, he was in no hurry to get out now, so he patiently continued to listen.

"The first batch of wizards who came to the Elemental Sea didn't expect this, they thought they had come to heaven, and fantasized that they could continue to cultivate in the Elemental Sea and continue to be strong until they became gods.

But then they discovered that cultivation in the Elemental Sea was not much faster than in the mundane world, and they had to always pay attention to those dangerous undercurrents in the Elemental Sea.

And the days here are so boring, so boring, it's like going to prison.

So, some people want to return to their original world.

But then they realized that they couldn't go back.

Panic began to spread in the elemental sea, some people went crazy, some people started attacking each other, and some people aimlessly explored the elemental sea in an attempt to find a way out......

Until the magic tide came again, the elemental sea was in a sense closer to the original world. As a result, someone found that he could communicate with the mortals of the original world......"

Hearing this, Samwell laughed and said:

"And then you guys trapped in the elemental sea are treated as gods?"

"Ahem, yes." The Harpy continued, slightly embarrassed,

"We tried to use this communication to find a way to escape the Elemental Sea, and later someone found out that after being worshipped by mortals, they could get some kind of feedback from mortals and increase their strength. We call this feedback energy the power of faith.

It gives us renewed hope for a powerful future, but it also leads to the end of the world......

In the beginning, everyone only established sects in the human world by spreading knowledge of witchcraft, gathered believers, and gained the power of faith.

But then, a certain terrible fellow, found a faster way to harvest faith -

Create fear. ”

The harpy looked around cautiously, as if she was afraid that her words would be overheard, and made sure that no one else was there, so she lowered her voice and continued:

"Or more accurately, to make the long night."

Samwell showed a look that was indeed the case, and said bluntly:

"This person you're talking about is Rahlo, right?"

The Harpy nodded:

Yes, that's His name now, but He has many other names.

For example, the Red God, such as the Lord of Light, and for example,

Night Lion! ”

(End of chapter)