Ascension

As early as when the Solar Abyss was invaded by the Metaverse, Ye Hanjun had heard that there was a "realm" in the ancient underworld that sat firmly at the source.

When you can't see the person in person, you can only imagine what he or she is like.

Seeing it today, I can’t help but sigh that the splendor of the ancient times surpasses that of the ancient times, it is like another dimension.

"Thorn-"

Like lightning and thunder.

The spherical life forms crossed over billions of light years of eternity, coming from an unknown and transcendent place that the world cannot understand.

That is definitely not His true body.

Ye Hanjun gritted his teeth and took a quick look. He looked like a planet, dull in color and plain and simple.

But He was too big.

When flying, the outline of the sphere is still visible.

As it approached the top of my head and I truly entered this world, it seemed boundless and endless.

What is the way of heaven, what is the sky.

In His presence, the sky and the earth are no different, all living beings are equal, and the crowned and the gods are all ants, with no clear gap between them.

"Hmm... the fusion god of the Three Evils and Heavenly Power may be close to our true body in the Hades Ancient Period. No wonder he is so high-profile and rampant..."

"Jing, I am only responsible for filling the largest plane gap and ensuring that the big world does not collapse. I don't care about anything else."

"nature."

The Ancient Pure God of Hades responded calmly:
"If we get involved in the secular world and get stained with too much dust, there will only be disadvantages and no benefits."

"Jie, you have delayed time and given Fanchen a chance to save himself. This contribution is already immeasurable."

"Oh, what about me?"

"Jing, since you sent me to do something, you should at least give me a compliment, right?"

The god called "Mo" by the Ancient Pure God of the Underworld sneered, looking a little unhappy.

However, "Jing" turned a deaf ear to him, and his silent attitude once again annoyed "Mo".

"Too much! Really too much!"

"My words, with my red heart and blood, are always priceless!"

"Manifesting the lower realm, how much innate ink treasure will be wasted!"

"Mo" cursed and swore, jumping up and down in anger.

What’s even more disgusting is that such radical accusations have been met with “net” silence.

Mo hung his head in defeat and said:
"Never mind. I am a beast of burden. I am used to it."

"Speaking of which...is this time a splash of ink to create a painting, or a floating cloud and startling dragon, highlighting the stroke of genius? Jing, I don't ask you to praise me, but you can give me some suggestions, right?"

"Whatever, as long as you are happy."

Just a reply.

Ye Hanjun felt a headache when he heard the carelessness that penetrated his soul.

"Tsk, what a hassle!"

"Evil cannot defeat good, good will prevail over evil. I didn't expect such an ancient trick to still be circulating in the world."

"What is this "disaster"? If you integrate into the way of heaven and pollute heaven and earth with your own evil thoughts, how is it different from a stink bug?"

"Considering that the lower world was once my habitat, I will give you these sixteen words to stop my excitement!"

"Mo" was furious and turned his anger to Sarus.

"Boom!"

The ringing of the loud bell is deafening.

Ye Hanjun raised his head, his eyes penetrated the Valley of Broken Weapons, and saw the tip of the iceberg of the big world.

At the deepest part of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, sixteen large characters suddenly flew over, with thick ink and overflowing fragrance, strange and unparalleled.

Some of those characters are complex, some are simple, and their structures are obviously different.

In the dark, Ye Hanjun had only one thought, that the pronunciations of these words were the same, and in human terms, they should be translated as "retreat".

"Retreat? Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat...?"

Guagua was drowsy and sleepy, counting on his fingers, his cerebellum shut down.

He could also see those strange characters with rich ink rhythm.

They danced in the sky, and suddenly dispersed, escaping into the nine seas, eight mountains, seven abysses, and six realms... wandering around like idle clouds and wild cranes.

Wherever they patrol, the shaking mountains become still and the turbulent oceans become calm.

Even a collapsing building will gradually return to its original state, and will no longer bring the fear and oppression of "disaster comes and no one survives".

"Let me make it clear in advance that my character is not permanent. It can only temporarily control the speed at which the disaster spreads and minimize the extinction of species."

"If the situation still doesn't improve when we iterate to the next era, the life and death of the underworld will have nothing to do with us. After all, fate is leading you to destruction, and we can't interfere again and again."

The voice of the ancient ink god penetrated into everyone's mind through the cracks in the void.

Immediately, He seemed to stretch, no longer wanting to deal with any troubles including "cleanliness", and said "work done", and retired.

"Jie Jia Mo, not enough."

Just when Ye Hanjun thought that the current chaos was under initial control.

The fourth chilly foreign language was like an ice caterpillar crawling on the neck, making one feel uncomfortable:
"The heroic spirit of the future? Interesting."

"I am "Fantasy", the one and only god of fantasy in the ancient world. Whatever I wish for can come true, whatever I think of can come true."

"I will grant you a little bit of mantle, and promote you to the temporary Heavenly Lord, guarding the heavens and the way, and protecting all spirits."

"boom--"

A beam of light as thick as a finger passed through the jade and reached Ye Chengfeng's forehead.

Ye Chengfeng's battle robe suddenly fluttered.

He closed his eyes, his black hair fluttering, and his handsome yet gentle face suddenly revealed unimaginable toughness and depth.

"The Great Ancient Lord is unworthy of our important position and has failed our trust and expectations!"

"Now that the "disaster" has been born and the heavens have been overturned, the nine celestial masters of the old times must return to dust and use their lifelong divine bodies to heal the wounds of all living beings!"

"Ying, you will take charge of a part of the Heavenly Dao and further limit the activity of the "Disaster"!"

"There is also the Ancient God of War, the Drum of Time."

"The "soldiers" of Ming Gu have not yet fallen. Whether it is you or the Heavenly Punishment Divine Spear, the word "source" is very different."

"Now the lower world is in trouble. If you have compassion for all living beings, join Ying in ruling the way of heaven."

"..."

Wandering in the sea of ​​blood, like a lonely ghost, the drum of time suddenly wakes up and forcibly forces out the disaster power that has invaded the body.

"Have the soldiers of Ming Gu not fallen yet?"

"Heaven's will, Heaven's wrath, Heaven's anger, Heaven's command... The ancient dispute between you and me may be really ridiculous under the gaze of the ancient ancestors..."

The drum of time sighed quietly, and the mist of time once again surrounded the body, and the decadent spirit slowly recovered:
"Forget it. You died because of the disaster, and we survived because of the disaster. Karma has always been like this."

"Since it is the order of the Ancient Underworld, and I have the status of the God of Double Seals, it is only natural for me to calmly accept my fate."

"However, there is also the ancient 'Ming' who is qualified to be called the newborn Eternal Lord."

"Tian Jian is dead. Maybe he has woken up?"

……

The original sacred mountain of earth is now the sacred mountain of ice.

The snowflakes were flying all over the place, weighing down the branches and leaving a blanket of frost on the ground.

The lightness and purity of the ice and snow can be seen here.

Right in the depths of the earth, a coffin that had been sealed in dust for a long time began to shake violently.

"boom!!"

The coffin lid was smashed by a fist, and a headless corpse stood up. He did not jump out of the coffin in time, and his body below the neck was dazed, as if he was thinking about something or sensing something.

"Wow..."

Finally, the headless corpse slowly crawled out of the coffin.

In an instant, the snow stopped.

The place that was originally covered with ice that had lasted for thousands of years instantly melted into a bottomless lake.

The headless corpse just stood on the lake, with thin shoulders and waist, standing slenderly, with an impressive demeanor.

His figure is so perfect, and with a green dress on, he looks hazy from a distance, but delicate and exquisite up close, with an otherworldly aura all over his body.

But under his feet, he was wearing a pair of green lotus leaf embroidered shoes, which were as delicate as carved moons and cut clouds, comparable to the craftsmanship of a ghost craftsman.

The only protruding part is the neck.

The neck was cut in half as if by some sharp blade, thus losing the head.

The wound had scabbed over long ago, but the dark blue bloodstain seemed to be forever frozen on it. One peek at it and one could only sigh with regret.

"boom!!!"

In silence, the headless corpse stomped his foot, and the lake water evaporated instantly.

He leaped high, as if wearing invisible wings behind him, soaring into the sky, and soaring into the sky like a dragon, leaping thousands of miles.

"Rumble!!!"

In the icy abyss on the other side of the world, an ice valley that had been dormant for hundreds of thousands of years suddenly collapsed.

The statue that should have been standing firm was shattered into pieces with such force.

The ice-type descendant of the Gods, who had been guarding the area all year round, was shaking like a sieve with his lower body.

They saw a crystal clear head breaking through the ice valley like a meteor, and then the wind and lightning rushed straight into the universe.

"Snapped!!"

When the headless corpse truly stepped into the sea of ​​blood.

The head that was rushing towards him happened to fall on his neck.

Suddenly, granulation tissue grew.

The broken wounds on the upper and lower sides are like the most precise gears being refitted.

From the hideous wound to the perfectly sealed neck, the neck was now as smooth as jade without a single flaw.

"Click!!"

I seem to miss the heavy feeling above my neck.

The goddess Ba gently turned her neck, and the bones from the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae actually made a sound like a dragon's roar and a phoenix's howl, which was shocking.

Ye Hanjun still couldn't see His face clearly.

But he clearly glanced around, and then stared at the Drum of Time and Ye Chengfeng, as if he had realized something.

"Congratulations, ancient god of drought."

"I don't know if there is a 'Nether' in the ancient world, but at this moment, you and I, the three spirits, are at the level of God, and we are the key to supporting the Way of Heaven and fighting against 'disaster'."

"Tian Cheng is dead?"

"Ah."

"What about the other eight?"

"No one is spared, no one is dead, no one is dying."

"..."

The goddess Ba calmed down again, and looked around the sky and the earth with a cold gaze, as if she was making a decision.

After a while, He spoke again, saying:
"I have no interest in protecting the way of heaven and looking down on all living beings."

"If I can survive this catastrophe, my wish is to be free and be myself again."

"This...I'm afraid it's difficult."

The Drum of Time showed a worried look, and suddenly heard "Illusion" say:

"can."

"If everything returns to peace, as long as you give up power and desire, and let go of the reproduction and inheritance of your race, you will naturally be able to join us, transcend the world, and explore the truth at the end of the world together."

"If you don't want to give up your status and achievements in the lower world, then make a new heavenly way for yourself."

"As long as you give your existence a reasonable meaning, no one can interfere with you. You can do whatever you want."

"it is good."

The goddess Ba nodded and asked directly:
"How to do?"

"It's simple. Jie and Mo, controlling the situation can only reduce casualties."

"With my help, Ying is ranked with you two as the same Heavenly Lord. The three of you are just the right ones to take on the main responsibility."

The Ancient Phantom God said calmly:
"When all the Nine Heavenly Lords die and their old powers are taken away, the "disaster" will surely seize the throne."

"If He takes all of it, His power will become even stronger. By then, Mo Hejie will not be able to stop Him with only this part of his power, and the withering of all living things will happen again."

"As the Heavenly Lords of the new era, your only two missions are to try your best to regain the privileges of Heaven and not let disasters go your way."

"Another one, accumulate your strength, and when the time comes, fight to the death. In the end, if you succeed, you will live, and if you fail, you will die. Your fate is ultimately in your own hands."

"What is the timing?"

Tiannu Ba asked again, just as briefly, getting to the heart of the matter.

The Ancient God of Hades replied coldly:

"Disaster can disturb the world and bring endless disasters."

"Misfortune can also disturb the soul, turning good gods into evil gods and making them allies."

"You must find ways to stop Him. Those who still have conscience should be won over, and those who have fallen into filth should be killed."

"When He has been attacking the common people for a long time but has failed, and His anger has reached the extreme, and He has reappeared in His true form, the final battle will not only determine your fate, but also the fate of the heavens."

The Dark Ancient God paused, considered, and added temporarily:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the transition between the Second Era and the Third Era will be the key node."

"After that, the power of the Realm and Ink will greatly diminish, and the disaster will become strong enough to kill all living things and take anything from them."

"Only four thousand years?"

The Drum of Time is worried:
"Such a short period of time passes in the blink of an eye. How can we gather enough strength?"

“Even if the Heavenly Dao is broken, there will be no obstacles for the True God to attack the Divine Lord. If we want to reach the level of defeating the “disaster”, we must pile up the number of Divine Lords…”

"Okay, that's enough, we're going to be quiet now."

The Ancient Pure God of Hades spoke at the right time, taking over the "illusion" that had been interfering for a long time, and said calmly:
"There is still hope, such as Little One and his human companions."

"You are the darlings of Heaven. Now that the Supreme Lord has died, all the malice in the sky will be attributed to the "disaster."

"If you can gain insight into the nature of this world, even a little insight is enough to save yourself from a desperate situation."

"Wow..."

The jade on Guagua’s neck disappeared.

There was silence in the ears, and the Valley of Remnants was quiet. The soldiers and beasts who were hiding did not dare to breathe from beginning to end.

They cannot hear the voice of the Ancient One, but they can see the ancestor ascending to an unknown place and facing the ultimate terror.

Ye Hanjun glanced at them one by one, and finally looked at the scene of the reflection of the heavens that was about to disappear. Coincidentally, he happened to look at the same time as Tiannv Ba, Ye Chengfeng, and Shi Zhigu.

"Wow..."

The image disappeared, and there was no longer any way for anyone to see what was happening outside the valley.

Ye Hanjun slowly exhaled the stuffy breath in his chest, and then let the fresh air fill his limbs and bones again.

Since more gods of the double seal are needed to fight against the "disaster"...

So, can the unprecedented double crown have the strength to fight? (End of this chapter)