The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1029 - 402: Primordial Calamity God

"What is this?"

Mie Quan wiped his eyes, feeling for the first time that he was suffering from severe Alzheimer’s, in urgent need of treatment.

Just moments ago, he had been locked in combat with the ruler of the Eclipse Giant Demon Tribe, neither gaining the upper hand.

The ’Magma Mosquito Mother’ had escaped the seal of the Sun God Prison, seizing control and drastically worsening the situation.

Mie Quan— he had been fully prepared for a fight to the death!

He had even considered, as long as he could delay the mosquito mother and prevent her from wantonly plundering the life force of the Solar Abyss, that sacrificing himself, if necessary, would be a choice without regrets.

But...how had things turned out like this?

Was this the method Xiaoyezi spoke of? Had he summoned an unknown divine being, ready to crush the Magma Mosquito Mother in one fell swoop?

Hey, hey, hey, get a grasp on the situation! Show some respect for the battlefield!

We’re here racking our brains, fighting to the death, only to be outdone by some brat’s trump card?

Mie Quan was utterly dumbfounded, completely lost for words.

The ’divine being’ that filled his vision was unprecedented.

That profound presence, like the claws of a Demon God, continually clutching at the hearts of all beings, capable of bringing death from above whenever it wished.

"Damn it all..."

Buddhist chants and morning dews followed, equally dumbfounded.

They were battered from their fight with the Eclipse Giant Demon Tribe.

The escape of the Magma Mosquito Mother gave them a strong sense of crisis.

But then, just when things seemed bleak, it was Willow’s Shadow and Flower’s Bloom.

The three-eyed white crow, with a wingspan of ten thousand meters, soared in the sky, its vast wings covering the heavens.

Its face covered in bright, shiny white scales like a shattered mirror, thirty-two different facets reflecting each other, displaying both the lushness of clustered flowers and the sinister scraping at the soul, unimaginable even to someone of the Divine Trace Lineage.

On those pale feathers, there were tombstones, large as god pillars and small as sacred towers, colorful as if hiding deadly poisons, deterring any deeper contemplation.

It also had a tail, an enlarged whip-like tail with spiral-shaped blades, emitting a chilling shine, extremely sharp.

It also possessed tattoos of lightning, covering from its feet all the way to its neck, then spreading towards the base of its wings.

...

The more they observed, the more the Buddhist chants and morning dews felt their hearts pounding with fear.

Mu Yi and Mie Quan were momentarily engulfed in confusion.

The giant bird, with a wingspan of ten thousand meters, even beside Shi Yinzhu, looked as innocent and well-behaved as a baby.

Of course, because Mo’s transformation was right behind Shi Yinzhu, at that moment, this ruler of the Eclipse Giant Demon Tribe nearly dropped his jaw to the ground, his eyes bulging, his expression ludicrous.

Are you kidding me?

A ’little one’ that one could stomp to death has suddenly turned into a sky-covering white crow?

Is this a dream? Which damn sneaky bastard is casting spells from the shadows?

"Ah!!!"

The Cataclysmic Crow Master screeched, spitting lightning like a flamethrower, sweeping across the sky.

The buzzing mosquito swarm suddenly faced an overwhelming disaster.

They fell in swathes, the vast land becoming their graveyard, piles of corpses amassing, the stench of decay rising, a cruel punishment akin to the apocalypse.

"Ah!!!"

The Cataclysmic Crow Master screeched for the second time, swiftly closing its mouth.

Pale feathers transformed into arrows shredding the sky; colorful tombstones spewed seven-colored poison.

After inhaling, the swarm of mosquitoes either staggered as if drunken, or bumped about clumsily everywhere.

The initial order of flight dissolved into chaos, and no matter how they struggled, they couldn’t return to their original state.

"Ah!!!"

The Cataclysmic Crow Master screamed for the third time, and the blazing sun actually responded to its scream.

Endless golden light gathered onto its body, as if it was wearing a battle robe.

The Wild Wind roared, the fierce sun shone brightly, and a golden mushroom cloud exploded open.

The tremendous roaring sound made Ye Hanjun desperately cover his ears, the convulsions from within outward still pulled at his nerves, damaging his flesh.

"Retreat! Not far enough!"

"Xiaoyezi, where did you summon this father from, is this guy alive or dead, I can’t discern his real state!"

Mie Quan continued carrying the Buddha’s song, morning dew, fierce saint, Golden Crow, Ye Liuying, Mu Shoucong, and then lifted Ye Hanjun as well.

Mu Yi reacted quickly too, holding a pile of corpses from the Tai Eclipse Demon, devouring them while fleeing.

"Should be dead..."

Ye Hanjun moved his lips, uncertainly said.

"Should be?!"

Mie Quan’s tone changed, as if he was meeting him for the first time, he said expressionlessly:

"We are divine generals under Goddess Ba, in our lifetime, the Fetus of God Sealing we’ve seen starts from at least a dozen, possibly even two dozens."

"This guy can’t be ordinary, his aura of calamity is too strong, if my judgment is correct, he must be a real Calamity God..."

"Cataclysmic Crow Master, ever heard of it?"

Ye Hanjun tested, suddenly realizing he could speak the name of White Crow, he seized the opportunity to quickly ask.

"No!"

Mie Quan’s eyes widened greatly, then turned and stared at Mu Yi, the two corpses looked at each other:

"That shouldn’t be, our tribe traversed the Ancient Cosmos, any top species or supreme divine beings from the Ancient Cosmos, it’s hard for them to escape our ears..."

"Could it be... this is a Calamity God born in the Near Ancient Era?"

"No no no, it feels different, He has a similar touch to our Ancestor, as if both have slaughtered many divine beings, once bearing the name of invincible..."

"Before the Ancient?"

Morning dew swallowed a mouthful of corpse blood, said uneasily:

"Ancient, Nether Ancient, those two sealed times, burying too many legends."

"Could He be a deity who once stood at the peak in that missing piece of history?"

"I don’t know, but I feel the magma mosquito mother is done for!"

Buddha’s song endured the shock, said with mixed feelings: