The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 833 - 337: The Ancient Calamity God, Doomsday Cube

In the deepest part of the Hall of the Holy Spirit, Ye Hanjun’s heart fluttered, and his mind was not at rest.

Between Ye Liuying and him, there was not the slightest difference.

It was indeed a realm above the Supreme Saint, beyond phantasm and reason, contrary to all logic.

No wonder Mr. Ye once mentioned that even hundreds of Fond Spirits would struggle to give birth to a deity. When combining various factors, everything could be thoroughly analyzed.

The path to Divine Enthronement—the ultimate representation of the Fond Spirit ecology!

In this process, one has to compete with countless beings. For one to achieve greatness, countless others must wither away, and glory often comes stained with blood.

And Divinity—is the iron rule of this world’s hierarchical pyramid. Those who comply shall thrive, and those who defy shall perish. No Fond Spirit can disobey.

Ye Liuying sighed with enlightenment:

"Only now do I understand why merely binding with the Fetus of God Sealing grants someone of the Human Race the qualification to sweep across the heavens."

"It turns out that the number of deities is limited. No matter how gifted or determined one is, without Divinity, there is no qualification for Divine Enthronement."

"Looking at it this way, the ancestor of our clan is truly unfathomable."

"First, he cultivated the mythical ’Calamity God,’ and then he brought the ’Shura Bow’ up to the Fetus of God Sealing."

"One from the Infernal Lineage and one Soldier, both escorting deities proficient in slaughter and carnage..."

"Together with the Abilities granted by the Crown Rank, they swept the old clans of the Ghost Lamp, dominated the Abyss, and then deterred all clans... The name of Asura King is well-deserved, beyond doubt!"

A look of longing flashed across Ye Liuying’s eyes.

When fervor rose, his eyes shone brightly, and his expression was illuminating.

"That brat Ye Shura... is passable, I guess."

Ye Tianzi, ever so calm and sensational in his remarks, commented:

"In this mortal world, there are seven Abysses alone, teeming with countless Demons and Demon Beasts."

"As one of the absolute favorites, the Infernal Lineage’s divine position is always full. Finding a vacancy there is incredibly difficult."

"Ye Shura, he has Great Fortune on his side and just happened to catch the crucial opportunity at the end of the Ancient Era."

"After much effort, he ambushed an old Demon God at the end of his lifespan, thus securing the path to Divinity for the Calamity God."

"Luck... is also a part of strength."

Ye Hanjun disagreed:

"Without the founder, the Ye Clan wouldn’t have survived the first epoch of the Near Ancient Era, let alone have any hope of rising."

"Now in the second epoch of the New Era, the Ye Clan is still clinging to life, all thanks to the profound legacy left by the founder."

"In our hearts, he is the most exalted."

"Unless one reaches his level, one must look up to him, and any disrespect will incite the clan’s fury."

"It’s fine, I normally criticize him. You don’t need to take my words to heart."

Ye Tianzi waved his hand, showing no reverence:

"You descendants have a filter, I don’t."

"Him, on the surface, all shiny and bright, but behind the scenes, he’s also had his share of embarrassing moments, one after the other."

"The disgraceful things he has done could circle around Without-Sun City without coming to an end."

"What exactly is your relationship with the founder?"

Unable to hold back, Ye Liuying would dig three feet into the ground to uncover the truth.

"Ahem..."

Ye Tianzi evaded, diverting the subject:

"You’ll find out in a few years."

"For now, try feeding this guy some Fond Spirit Marks."

Ye Tianzi’s gaze swept toward Mo, which was shaped like a five-pointed sea star.

Mo, who was rolling around on the ground, blinked, flapping its fleshy wings and slowly flew to meet Ye Tianzi’s height:

"Marks... are they tasty?"

"Does it hurt... to eat them?"

"That depends on your own achievements."

Ye Tianzi flicked his blood robe carelessly and pointed to a random crystal coffin.

When the coffin lid opened, there was a sultry Demon Clan girl dressed provocatively, sitting on a swing, swaying back and forth cheerfully.

But the more cheerful she was, the more desolate and bleak was the fortress of skeletons piled beneath her feet.

When the wind blew, even the air felt sticky, filled with the stench of rotting Undead.

"Is this... the evolved form of the swing doll?"

Ye Hanjun did not recognize this Fond Spirit since it was a relic of the past, and he could not identify it.

But with the judgment of a hell’s adjudicator, he discerned that this was a Fetus of God Sealing of the Undead type.

Based on its appearance, what first came to mind was the ’swing doll’ he had encountered before.

"Consider it a variant," said Ye Tianzi with a nod. "The swing Witch, evolved from devouring a large number of the Demon Clan’s lost souls into a saintly Undead."

"She excels at psychic attacks and was meant for your Demon Enchantress or Nightmare Hawk."

"But she also wields a venomous curse—if you don’t play with her, she’ll turn you into a doll, or into a new outfit for one... While alive, the number of Fond Spirits she tortured to death was beyond count."

"How come I have never heard of such a powerful Fond Spirit?" Ye Liuying was surprised.

"Because she didn’t die a natural death."

Ye Tianzi spread his hands, "Initially, she was committed, carrying out tasks for the Ye Clan, also imprinting her most powerful strike."

"But in the third epoch of the Near Ancient Era, she went mad, slaughtering two of the Ye Clan’s Saints on a whim and defecting to the Ghost Lamp, committing an unforgivable crime."

"Eventually, the Calamity God personally sought her out and killed her."

"Perhaps it is such an inglorious history that some of our clan members have wiped her from the record, not including her into the official history of the clan."

Ye Hanjun nodded slightly; this was all too normal.

Evil demons and witches are naturally cruel, stabbing brothers and sisters in the back happens often, and betraying other races is even easier.