The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 835 - 337: The Ancient Calamity God, Doomsday Cube_3

"Perhaps."

Ye Tianzi furrowed his brows, deep in thought:

"The good news is, its condition is not as good as imagined, devouring two major disasters is still but a drop in the bucket for it, and far from the standard required for recovery."

"The bad news, on the other hand, is that the power of so many disasters is still only a gap filler for it."

"The probability that it is a Fake God... in my mind, is already less than ten percent."

Ye Hanjun stood expressionlessly, while Ye Liuying swallowed hard.

In other words, was there at least a ninety percent chance that Cataclysmic Crow Master was once a True God?

He had once held the Divinity of ’Disaster,’ stood at the pinnacle of the world, and caused countless deaths and disasters?

Thinking this over, a chill ran down Ye Hanjun’s back.

He was completely unable to predict, lurking around him was such a time bomb, which should it go off one day, what kind of severe damage would he and Mo’s fates suffer.

"Trust Yaya... listen to Yaya..."

"Yaya won’t hurt me... won’t let me eat... then I won’t eat..."

Mo slowly descended to the ground, clung to Ye Hanjun’s ankles, and wouldn’t look at the Inferior Demon King’s apparition anymore.

Ye Hanjun allowed it to hold on, and looked towards Ye Tianzi, seriously asking:

"Elder, since you are aware of the secrets of the Ancient Era, have you ever heard of other gods of disaster?"

"Bits and pieces."

Ye Tianzi’s gaze suddenly became deep, as if he was looking into ancient timespace, and he spoke softly:

"I’ve never seen it firsthand, and there may be elements of fabrication, so you might as well consider it a legend."

"Legend has it that in the early days of the Ancient Era, there existed a Great Saint of Kindness, who initially followed the Path of Wood, enjoying the favors of nature."

"But failing to achieve godhood, he stumbled upon a taboo item somewhere, and actually chose to fall from grace."

"The human and Enspirited tribes under his protection, not a single one was spared from his slaughter, their screams echoing through the Nine Seas and Eight Mountains."

"Ultimately, he completely changed the source of his bloodline, wielding the Divinity of Disaster with the body of a different species, his deity named ’Doomsday Cube’, becoming a horrifying deity who lost his Spirits and lacked wisdom. His Great Slaughter, compared to the Killing Calamity he created, was as light as a feather, not worth mentioning..."

"What happened next?" Ye Liuying listened intently.

"Next... it is mentioned in secret scriptures likely written by those of Crown Rank that the Doomsday Cube was jointly sealed, ending the need to worry about it causing chaos everywhere."

"But other gods left prophecies, saying the seal on the Doomsday Cube was not secure."

"One day, that fellow will reappear in the world with even greater power, and at least hundreds of millions of species will be extinguished because of him..."

"Gurgle!"

Both Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying were parched.

The extinction of hundreds of millions of species, are not the corresponding numbers of creatures starting from tens of billions?

Although the Enspirited World is indeed vast and varied, such a loss would also be a heavy blow.

Thinking about Mo’s species names along the way, ’Doomsday Messenger’, ’Child of Disaster’, ’Apocalypse Revelation’, ’Yin Yang Calamity’, ’Reverse・Yin Yang Calamity’, it also seemed to herald some sort of message, weighing heavily on Ye Hanjun’s heart.

"Coinciding with the Second Epoch of the New Era, where old tribes awaken and new ones rise, it is already a time for claiming thrones and waging wars. Countless conflicts are inevitable."

"If the ’Doomsday Cube’ breaks free of its seal during this epoch, hey, that would make things interesting. How many of those of Crown Rank and gods will have to join hands to seal it again? I really want to see that with my own eyes..."

"And the ’Cataclysmic Crow Master’, if this is also a god of disaster, who once held the Divinity of Disaster, why did he die? Housing his spirit in the body of a Demon, coveting resurrection... what kind of ambitions and desires does he have?"

One question after another from Ye Tianzi, he clicked his tongue and sighed:

"Gods generally do not die easily, the more enigmatic the Principle they master, the more so it is."

"As one of the Three Evils, the Disaster Beast, obtaining godhood through this method is often much more powerful than those of the same period in the Fetus of God Sealing."

"I have a premonition that this epoch... might even be more chaotic than the Second Epoch of the Near Ancient Era."

"If the Ye Clan no longer has any of Crown Rank or Divine Enthronement, I fear that it won’t last this ten thousand years."

With two snaps, gusts of wind simultaneously struck both Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying on their heads.

"That’s enough; these secrets I’ve told are also recorded in the ancient tomes of Ye Shura."

"If you wish to understand more, you might as well read them yourselves."

"I need to take a nap, a short sleep."

"The Divine Marks will continue to merge until their bodies can’t contain anymore, or the approach of the Tome’s closure, naturally stopping, no need for you to worry."

With that, Ye Tianzi’s figure had already dissipated.

The Sea of Souls calmed down again, and Corpse Mountain also ceased its shaking.

Besides the suppressed sounds of pain from companions like Aegifura and Goose Immortal, there was only GuaGua’s jubilant frolicking noises, the sounds intermingling and interfering with each other.

"Alright then, let’s seclude ourselves for study."

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying exchanged a glance, one flying, the other walking, both simultaneously reaching the bottom of Corpse Mountain.

They roughly sorted through stacks of ancient books, then using the Sea of Souls and Corpse Mountain, they immersed their Soul Power to study earnestly, faces completely absorbed.

When hungry, they took out beast meat from their storage devices, chewing and swallowing greedily.

When sleepy, they took a small sip of bloodwater, their internal organs would heat up like Fire, spirits invigorated anew.

In this manner, days became months, and months became years.

They gradually lost the concept of time, each day repeating the same actions, the Sea of Souls becoming more saturated everyday, a large amount of obscure and ancient knowledge bestowed upon their pitch-black pupils, a streak of vicissitude that differed from their younger days.