The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1205 - 460: Ancient Evil God VS Primordial Calamity God_3

That moment, Sarus’s eyeball reflected the myriad forms of life.

He, with his own power, resurrected the beings that had once existed, using their former imposing aura to intimidate the heavens and earth here.

But at the other end, standing against him, the three-eyed white crow, massive enough to blot out the sun and the sky, showed no signs of being inferior.

An ordinary Fetus of God Sealing, thousands of meters in size, was already exaggerated.

The three-eyed white crow was not satisfied with just this, its wingspan reached ten thousand meters, truly realizing "morning glow floods the sky and the sky darkens boundlessly, pale moon hangs over the earth and the earth sees not its moonlight."

On one side was the murky, evil starry sky, with corpses acting as stars releasing deep black evil light.

On the other side, pale feathers oppressively covered the Netherworld, with tombstones on the feathers spewing colorful poisonous mist.

That giant whip-like tail, reflecting the sharpness of a blade’s edge.

That lightning tattoo, bringing the roar of heavenly thunder.

Those white scales, constructing sixty-four different facets intertwined on the face, making it difficult to clearly see his visage at any moment.

"This this this... this this this..."

At the center of the vortex, on the edge of the storm, the Merciful Ancestor covered his face with his hand, scarcely making out the form of the three-eyed white crow, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

In an instant, his figure grew even dimmer, like a candle washed by torrential rain, about to be extinguished.

Yet he forcefully suppressed the urge to dissipate, and plucking up his courage as if falling into a dream, he said,

"This is the aura of disaster, is this a Calamity Divine Spirit?"

"Such terrifying pressure, such fierce fluctuations, is the Realm of Desire so fragile and insignificant in the face of true disaster?"

The Merciful Ancestor of the Ancient Era, Crown Rank—was truly shocked!

Sarus too was in disbelief, staring fixedly for several tens of seconds, with sharp mental fluctuations sweeping out like a hurricane:

"Though there are significant changes in form, the form of a crow, the third eye on your forehead... are you the Primordial Calamity God, Bai E?"

"I remember you were on the losing side, Star God, Gods, Soldier God... you died in chaotic battle, perished in the first round of divine war, a generation’s prodigy turned into a shadow, forgotten by the world after death..."

"Why... how do you exist in this era? How could you have traversed from the Ancient times to now?!"

"I reached that realm, took control of the ultimate Law of the sinister lineage, only then became undying, seizing the chance to break free from the constraints of Heavenly Dao!"

"You... you... how did you achieve this? Did you foresee the hypocrisy of those divine spirits from the beginning, and seek your own way to survive?"

Sarus lost his composure, He had never imagined, not fully revived in his left eye yet, to suddenly encounter a familiar face from the Ancient period.

This defied common sense, contradicted cognition!

And so suddenly, without any preparation!

"Ancient... fallen... Evil God..."

"Sarus... your vitality... is also quite tenacious..."

An unheard type of mental fluctuation murmured like dream-talk echoing through the void.

Ye Hanjun was jolted mentally, this... this is the voice of the Cataclysmic Crow Master?

When he was young, he wondered if the White Crow perched on Mo’s shoulder had its own consciousness.

As his cultivation gradually increased, further appreciating the mystery and power of the White Crow, he was sure that it possessed an independent conscious entity, just disdaining to converse with him.

On the very few occasions the White Crow spoke, it was always through Mo, still no direct communication.

But — today! This moment!

Ye Hanjun heard the voice of the Cataclysmic Crow Master, His own form, engaging in conversation with another supremely wicked existence!

"It’s really... truly you..."

Sarus’s eyeball bulged outward, groggily saying,

"You occupied the flesh of a Holy Beast, hiding in the shadows, quietly waiting for the passage of time?"

"What kind of Holy Beast Bloodline can contain your Law? You are like me, the ’Forefront of Evil,’ together with the Ancient Desolate God - Desolate Devourer, we are called the ’Three Evils of the Ancient’ by other divine spirits..."

"You, as the strongest of the disaster lineage, equivalent to the source of this faction..."

"The divine spirits killed by you, their Laws would be plundered, becoming part of the disaster, your and my life grow longer, our power stronger..."

Sarus’s muttering suddenly stopped, he abruptly awakened and said,

"No! The vessel you chose, actually made a Contract with humans?!"

"This means, you actually agreed to cooperate with humans?"

"Since you too have died once, you couldn’t possibly not resent the current Heavenly Dao, is this your choice? Not to fight alone, but to seek proper assistance, together to overthrow?"

Sarus suddenly shrieked, then pointing at GuaGua on Ye Hanjun’s shoulder, where thousands of corpse formed planets were continuously fracturing and reassembling every second:

"But! The human by your side is followed by a Pure Beast!"

"This is a life system older than ours, with it integrated into the current Heavenly Dao, wouldn’t it be easy?"

"Which side are you really on? If you are willing to ignite endless wars, to burn those evil flames towards the heavens, I might consider joining you!"

"Sarus, my choice is none of your concern."

"Disaster and Evil are two different paths, we share no kinship, no need to chat, right?"

The Cataclysmic Crow Master didn’t flap its wings but rose with Law Ripples representing obliteration, charging directly towards the fallen left eye:

"Times have changed..."

"While you hid in darkness and filth, I had already avoided the scrutiny of Heavenly Dao, constantly adding nourishment..."

"What lacks now, is just a high-quality delicacy to fill the last missing part..."

"Your appearance is just in time, to devour you... the body of the Disaster God is imminent."