The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

37: Chapter 37 Talent Intervention! The Nation-Protecting Shaman!Thus, Su Yun spoke a sentence: ”I do not believe in God.”

In the next second, the System’s notification tone suddenly rang in his mind.

[Detecting the intervention of an external rule-based power...]

[Detecting a job advancement request...]

[Talent ’Territory is Domain’ passively triggered!]

[Judgment in progress: This place is the eye of the Dragon Summer’s dragon vein! How can this be a place for your barbaric Divine Power to run wild?]

[The System is forcibly modifying the class-change ceremony... Extracting the Qi of the dragon vein beneath your feet... Establishing a connection with the will of the 1.4 billion citizens...]

Boom—!!!

Originally tranquil, Kunlun Palace suddenly began to tremble without any warning.

The tremor from deep within the earth was initially as fine as a hair, but in an instant, it transformed into a raging torrent that shook Kunlun’s very foundations.

This was no ordinary crustal movement. It was more like a giant heart that had slumbered for thousands of years, pumping out scalding blood once again at this very moment.

With a crack, the walnuts Old Daoist Priest Zhang Daoxuan was holding shattered into dust. Having guarded the eye of the dragon vein for decades, he was intimately familiar with every breath of the earth’s pulse. Yet, this fluctuation was too alien, too vast—so alien that even this Heavenly Master felt a tremor from the depths of his Soul.

Was this the earth dragon turning over? No! This was the dragon vein awakening!

”Not good! Little Su!” Zhang Daoxuan’s face paled in alarm. Without a second thought, he rushed forward to pull Su Yun out.

But it was too late.

At the very moment the phantom of the white cathedral shone most brilliantly, a roar powerful enough to shatter Souls erupted from the depths of the earth, from beneath Su Yun’s feet, from the Bloodline of every Dragon Summer person present.

Roar—!!!

That was not the roar of a beast.

It was the deafening crash of metal grinding against stone, the raging torrent of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, the profound echo sedimented over five thousand years.

A dragon’s roar!

A true dragon’s roar!

The lawn beneath Su Yun’s feet instantly transformed into a sea of crimson-gold light. The once-overbearing milky-white Holy Light, faced with this crimson-gold deluge, was like remnant snow meeting the blazing sun—unable to even resist, it was instantly devoured and extinguished.

And then—

The so-called little angel shattered with a crash!

The so-called magnificent cathedral abruptly collapsed!

In its place emerged a five-clawed golden dragon, bursting forth from underground, completely condensed from solidified national Luck!

It was immense.

Even with only half its body revealed, the colossal dragon’s head already blotted out the sky above the crowd. Each golden scale seemed like a miniature mountain range, swirling not with the glow of magic, but with farmlands, cities, high-speed rails, crowds... every scene that had ever unfolded upon this land.

The golden dragon spiraled upwards, directly shattering the artificial dome simulation screen above Kunlun Palace, as if intent on breaking through this layer of crust and soaring straight into the highest heavens.

”What... what in the world is this?!”

Old Wang stared wide-eyed. This old general, who had once faced armies without batting an eye, now looked at the behemoth overhead, his hands trembling as if he had Parkinson’s.

Old Li was no longer smiling either, his mouth hanging agape.

”A dragon... This is the true dragon of national Luck...”

Zhang Daoxuan was utterly stunned. He tilted his head back, the topknot on his head blown loose by the shockwave, his white hair whipping wildly.

He had stayed in Kunlun Palace for decades, only able to borrow a tiny bit of the earth vein’s Spiritual Qi to Cultivate.

But Su Yun?

Did he just yank the dragon vein out? No, not just Kunlun Palace. This aura also held Mount Tai, Mount Hua, Changbai Mountain... It was the very essence of the entire Dragon Summer, forcibly kneaded together!

Wasn’t he supposed to change class into a Divine Shaman?

Whose Shaman class-change summons a true dragon?!

Under the awestruck gazes of everyone present, the golden dragon, seemingly capable of destroying worlds, slowly lowered its head.

A pair of dragon eyes larger than millstones held no majestic Killing Intent. Instead, they carried an almost doting intimacy. It slowly drew close to the tiny Su Yun. Its massive dragon whiskers gently brushed Su Yun’s cheek, and a low rumble, akin to a cat’s purr, sounded from its throat.

The feeling was like a child who had been away from home for years finally throwing itself into its mother’s embrace.

Boom!

With the golden dragon’s touch, an indescribably vast energy erupted from Su Yun as the epicenter, sweeping outwards in all directions.

But this energy did not harm.

Not only did it not harm, it was instead like a sweet rain.

The three elders, bearing the brunt of it, felt their bodies violently shake.

Zhang Daoxuan only felt a scalding hot current rush straight from the crown of his head down to his Dantian. The Realm barrier that had troubled him for a full twenty years, solid as bedrock, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before this deluge of national Luck. It couldn’t even offer a second of resistance.

Pop.

A soft sound exploded within him. The old man’s originally hunched back straightened with a series of cracking pops. His withered skin regained a ruddy luster. An aura several times more vast than before shot skyward.

Beside him, the ever-cheerful Old Li and the hot-tempered Old Wang were also flushed. They exchanged a glance, seeing both shock and wild joy in each other’s eyes.

Broken? Just like that?

I’ve been stuck at the Peak of SS-rank, practically waiting to be buried, and then I just watch a spectacle here, get bathed in this golden light, and muddle my way into a Breakthrough?

Even Long Yi and Qin Shuangyue, standing on the periphery, felt their nerves, strained for days, smoothed by a pair of warm hands. Their Mental Energy underwent immense sublimation and refinement in that instant.

Qin Shuangyue’s eyes were wide open. Gazing at the figure standing erect at the center of the light pillar, her heart held nothing but shock.

At this moment, Su Yun, eyes closed, was feeling the earth-shattering changes occurring within his body.

The previous class-change scroll was ’Divine Shaman,’ requiring the borrowing of ’divine’ power.

But the current power came from the land beneath his feet, from the millions of people behind him.

No borrowing required.

Because I am the will’s executor of this land.

Finally, the golden light gradually receded. The colossal national Luck golden dragon transformed into a stream of light that burrowed into the center of Su Yun’s brow, forming a pale-gold, dragon-pattern-like, profound mark before vanishing from sight.

Su Yun slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, Zhang Daoxuan seemed to see a fleeting image of a grand landscape scroll in Su Yun’s gaze. That kind of pressure made even him, a newly-Breakthrough powerhouse, instinctively want to bow his head in respect.

Finally, Su Yun let out a long, slow exhalation. The extraordinary phenomena around him completely receded, and he returned to looking like an ordinary young man.

He glanced up at the large hole smashed in the dome overhead and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

”Um... I couldn’t quite hold back. The commotion seems a bit excessive.” Su Yun turned to look at the dumbstruck Long Yi. ”Elder Long, the repair costs won’t be deducted from my stipend, right?”

Long Yi remained stunned for several full seconds before snapping out of the afterglow of his Soul being cleansed. Hearing this, he burst into a hearty, unrestrained laugh.

”Hahaha! Repair what dome! This dome was lifted well, lifted wonderfully!”

”As long as you can grow stronger, forget one roof. Even if you tore down this entire Kunlun Palace and rebuilt it from the ground up, I’d support you unconditionally!”

Zhang Daoxuan, at this point, could no longer maintain the demeanor of a lofty Senior. He rushed over to Su Yun in a few steps, grabbing his arm and feeling it over as if examining bones. ”Freak! A real freak! Little Su, what class are you now? I feel like with that move just now, you gathered a century’s worth of Dragon Summer’s Luck onto yourself alone!”

Su Yun looked at the System.

On the System panel, the characters for [Divine Shaman] had been completely erased.

In their place were four Chinese characters, glowing with a dark-gold radiance, characters that had never appeared in Blue Star’s digitized history.

[Class: Nation-Guarding Shaman]

Su Yun read the information on the panel aloud, one by one.

”Nation-Guarding...” Zhang Daoxuan chewed over these two words, his expression complex, finally transforming into a long sigh. He clasped his hands together and bowed solemnly to Su Yun. ”To guard the nation is to stabilize the nine provinces, to secure the altars of soil and grain. This name befits that true dragon from before. Little Su, from now on, Dragon Summer’s national Luck truly rests upon your shoulders alone.”

Su Yun returned the bow, his gaze clear as a mirror, his spine ramrod straight.

”Senior, you exaggerate.”

”It is not that the nation’s Luck rests upon my shoulders.”

”Rather, as a soldier of Dragon Summer, having received the gifts of this land, it is my duty to guard its four corners for the nation, to protect our rivers and mountains from harm.”

”Haha, well said!”

The three elders exchanged glances and laughed heartily.

”Um, Little Su, actually, I have a granddaughter...”