Ascension

Time flies, dreams pass by.

Ye Hanjun seemed to be in a vast sea of ​​sand. The merciless wind confused his eyes and the yellow sand in the sky hindered his steps.

But he still walked on, focused and firm in his belief.

However, when he finally crossed the sea of ​​sand, what greeted him was the endless ocean.

The sea breeze, mixed with the smell of fish and salt, condensed into a tornado, carrying with it the force of destruction, and rushed across the sea.

Ye Hanjun couldn't find any tools to go out to sea, and had no support points.

He chose to take a leap and actually tried the unthinkable with his hands and feet.

Finally, the endless ocean also broke through.

But the front is still not the end, there are sword mountains and sword forests, tiger dens and dragon pools, steep cliffs, and the netherworld purgatory...

Mortals may encounter eighty-one difficulties in their journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures and practice Buddhism.

What Ye Hanjun experienced was nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine difficulties and torments at each level. Sometimes, a single thought could lead to total despair.

……

Time...seems like a long time has passed.

Ye Hanjun walked alone and dully in the spiritual world.

At the worst time, he even forgot his own name and didn't know where he should go or where his way home was.

"Big tadpole, come on!"

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

"Rumble--"

"Snoring... snoring..."

"Human master, you are so lame! Is this enough to defeat you?"

"Sir, since it's you, you can do it!"

……

Occasionally, I hear a call that is familiar, kind, yet very distant.

Every time this happened, Ye Hanjun's confused eyes would slowly reflect a ray of brilliance.

That is the light of spirituality, although it is dim and almost non-existent.

However, even if it becomes a firefly on the ground, it still dares to compete with the bright moon in the sky.

Ye Hanjun recalled his beliefs.

——Crown position.

This is the topmost and most powerful realm of the human race.

He not only wants to reach the top, but also wants to surpass it, to reach the pinnacle that has never been reached before and will never be reached again.

For this, what's the harm in suffering?

As long as there is breath left, we will fight to the end.

Over the past five eons, the birth of gods has become common.

The human race clearly possesses the power of the contract, but for a time they became a foil.

If we don't adjust the weight on both sides of the scale and stop the erosion of "disaster", nothing will be left in the heavens, all worlds, all things and all races.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ye Hanjun heard his own heartbeat again.

His body seemed to transform into a giant, as tall as a mountain.

When it resonates with heaven and earth, the sound shakes the trees and echoes through the clouds.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM!!"

Ye Hanjun heard the sound of blood flowing.

The blood in the blood vessels flows into the heart like rivers, lakes and seas, and gathers at the source.

When it circulates and gushes out again, infinite and boundless power pours into the limbs, spreads into hundreds of acupoints, and flows endlessly.

"One thought is God, one thought is the devil."

"He who wears the crown is as bright as the sun and as fierce as the autumn frost."

"The wrath of the crown, the mountains and rivers tremble, the wind and clouds change color."

"The order of the crown is as powerful as thunder and lightning, and cannot be disobeyed."

"The crown has the momentum to swallow up thousands of miles, and is invincible."

"..."

The secret realm of chaos, the double doors of life and death.

Suddenly, I saw the door of the end of life, emitting a faint light, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, which was thrilling.

Ye Hanjun, who was sitting at the other end, had black hair that was a hundred meters long, draping over his shoulders like a waterfall.

Below him, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, thousands of feet high.

Suddenly, the blood looked like flowers, and all the flowers bloomed.

Suddenly, the corpses formed into towers, one tower connected to another.

He is like a demon in human form, who has mastered the secrets of killing. A strand of his hair can be used as a soul-devouring weapon, and a fingernail can be used as a battle axe to split the sky.

"Shh!"

His heart moved as he pleased, and Ye Hanjun opened his eyes.

Two pillars of blood light shot out suddenly, with the ferocity of a dragon or a tiger, and the swiftness of an electric python.

With two loud bangs, the unshakable chaotic wall actually left behind two bottomless pits, which was most shocking.

Ye Hanjun seemed unaware.

When the blood disappears from the eyeball, the pupil returns to black.

The tranquility there is like a cold pond that can accommodate all the noise of the world. Wherever you see a mountain, you see it as a stone; where you see the sea, you see it as a well. The wrath of heaven cannot change its face, and when the wind stops, the water becomes as calm as a mirror.

Ye Hanjun’s aura—earth-shaking!
It is said that the King of Hell in the underworld commands ghosts and gods.

However, the King of Hell has ten palaces. What kind of person can command above the ten palaces?
Right now, at this moment, here.

This Lord Ye Han has a robe made of ghosts and patterns made of divine blood. It is colorful and bizarre.

He wears a huge crown of bones, as if he is bearing the weight of the dead with his human body.

On his waist, which does not look strong but not weak either, he wears a jade token.

On it, the word "kill" is engraved on the front, and the word "pardon" is engraved on the back. The former expresses murderous intent, while the latter expresses compassion for the world, which is a sharp contrast.

And beneath Him, the blood was no longer qualified to serve as a carpet.

The deep ancient tombs and the desolate bones stretch as far as the eye can see.

Ordinary corpses would be fine, but the divine corpses such as the Clown King, the Meng-Destroying Bird, and the Butcher's Arm were also kneeling on the ground, as if they dared not get up without orders.

“Wow…Crack!!”

Originally, the "Ten Kings of Hell" owned the ten directions of hell as the Dharmadhatu and the earth.

Among them, the Wind and Thunder Hell holds the power of thunder.

The Fire Doctor Hell, who holds the power over flames.

The Vajra Hell, the power to control, test and plunder.

Standing on the edge of a cold hell, holding the power of ice and snow.

The cauldron hell has the power to boil and destroy people.

Bronze Pillar Hell, a punishment of holding feet.

Slaughter hell, the punishment of cutting with a knife.

Train hell, the power to control operation.

He plunders all hells and holds the power of blazing heat.

Luofeng Hell, a place where life and death are weighed strictly.

Suddenly, the ten hells merged into one, forming an abyss as high as the sky and as wide as the earth, as black as ink, hanging behind his back.

The ten clones of the King of Hell were also merged.

Finally, it fell to the feet of Ye Hanjun, condensing into ten wriggling shadows. The first sight of them was terrifying, the second sight would shatter their souls, the third sight would annihilate them, and they would die instantly.

"Big tadpole..."

Guagua, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up.

His body seemed to have grown a little bit bigger. He stood on the golden lotus with his chest and head held high. He had the power of a white tiger and was in high spirits. "The Ten Kings of Hell of the Big Tadpole, inherited from Grandpa Shura's bloodline, is one of the strongest in the Way of Killing."

"But the crown is unique. If we go back to the old ways, we will inevitably run into obstacles..."

"Now that I have finally taken this step, I can feel that the direction of the law's evolution has been greatly sublimated, without any serious dislocation or change..."

"Big Tadpole, what is the name of this unique mythical authority? I must remember it well and help you spread your fame in the future!"

"There are ten palaces in the underworld. Above the ten palaces is the emperor."

Standing on the land of bones, with the dark abyss hanging on his back, Ye Hanjun's eyes were deep.

The words spoken were clearly normal human speech, but the added rhythm made them completely different from those of ordinary people and saints:
"This title is called Emperor Yan."

"Holding this divine power, one should be like the True Lord of the Netherworld, the God of Death of the Underworld, the Ghost King of the Yellow Springs, and easily intimidate the Netherworld and the Hellworld..."

"So cool!"

Guagua shook off his drowsiness and cheered:
"Grandpa Shura is the first ancestor of the Mingdeng Ye clan, Grandpa Shitian and Grandpa Chengfeng are the second and third ancestors respectively, and Big Tadpole is the fourth ancestor. He is not only the pillar of the clan, but also the pillar of all the heavens and worlds... Great!"

Ye Hanjun, who was wearing a huge skull crown, had no joy on his face.

He looked towards the Gate of Awakening on the other side of the river. There, Ye Hanjun was sitting cross-legged with a frown on his face, as if he had encountered a problem.

"After the 7th rank, both positions are promoted together..."

"To attack the crown, not only will the body and soul be torn apart, but the paths to the crown are not the same?"

The fierce version of Ye Hanjun murmured, trying to analyze the problem.

A single crown is at most equivalent to a strong man among the gods.

Only the Double Crown, comparable to the Heavenly Lord, has the value to rival the "disaster".

Is it because the "teacher" comes from the world's will that it is more difficult to preach the truth?

"Shh!"

The thoughts haven't gone deep yet.

Holy Yehan Jun suddenly woke up.

At that moment, the white robe rustled, as if a strong wind was blowing across His shoulders, and the good news from the sky fell directly to the earth.

An altar of faith, floating in the air.

The light of billions of faiths, like sparks, splash and fall into nothingness.

Bathed in the divine light, the sacred Ye Hanjun was like an immortal descending to earth, and his long golden hair suddenly turned white.

Unlike the frosty white of Ekifla, His hair did not have a sense of coldness. Instead, it was as clear as spring water and as pure as a melon.

Including the eyebrows and beard, after turning snow-white, they inexplicably look weathered, as if they have gone through hardships and finally gained sweet rewards. The wisdom hidden deep in the soul can be used at will and is inexhaustible.

To describe it with Gua Gua's words, this big tadpole has an immortal look and seems like the legendary charlatan!

However, His eyes were grey, without pupils, like two masses of chaos, becoming more and more frightening the more one looked at them.

The gray sun mark on his forehead disappeared, and instead there was a gray sun, like a crown or a halo, floating above his head, fully highlighting his divine aura.

And the ancient stone gate that was supposed to stand behind him disappeared into thin air.

But under the feet of the Holy Ye Hanjun, three intact full moons, seven incomplete crescent moons, and countless stars, like a super huge magic array, emitting gray light all over.

Standing in this formation, the Holy Lord Ye Han seemed to be overlooking all living beings. The joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of all living beings were all reflected in his gray eyes, passing by like a movie.

"The first level... the coach."

"The fourth level... the protector."

"The seventh rank... Pioneer Leader."

"Now I am at the tenth level. Chaos has given me guidance, and I am named... the Lord of Creation!"

Holy Ye Hanjun lowered his head, only feeling the great power in his small body.

The mind is shaking, the laws are rippling, and ripples are stirring everywhere in the chaotic secret realm.

Just like the softness of water, the magnificence of mountains, the height of sky, the breadth of earth... Everything has a carrier, and everything has an essence, among which the entanglement of cause and effect is the most mysterious.

"Is this the crown?"

"The perception given by the spiritual side cannot be measured with the word 'times'..."

“Although there is only a one-level difference, the difference between a crown and a saint is like the clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground…”

Holy Ye Hanjun sighed, feeling a bit dazed and unreal.

After a while, He raised His chin, and His eyes, filled with chaos, looked toward the other side.

"boom!!"

The eyes of the Holy Lord Ye Han and the Evil Lord Ye Han met, and in an instant, it was no less than lightning and thunder.

It was a startling collision, accompanied by a sound that tore the eardrums. The Gate of Awakening and the Gate of Death, which had stood tall and unshakable, began to shake at the same time.

They... are like positive and negative magnets!
The powerful adsorption force makes the two doors move towards the center point like walls.

"Well……"

The Holy Lord Ye Han and the Evil Lord Ye Han both showed expressions of pain.

One of them covered his head and hunched his back like a shrimp.

One of them covered his heart, his body trembling.

"boom!!"

The door of awakening and the door of death collided violently.

Ye Hanjun, whose two bodies are split into two, each retaining memories and beliefs, is like two afterimages, constantly switching between illusion and reality.

Gua Gua——I dare not even breathe.

Ejifla, Huazhu, E Daxian - even Shi Xiaolan was rarely awake, staring closely at the final fusion of the two Ye Hanjuns.

"Mo...are you ready?"

"If he succeeds, you and I will be the fourth celestial master of the new universe."

On top of a sticky black tentacle-like creature egg stood a miniature version of a three-eyed white crow.

He stared at the two Ye Hanjuns who were colliding and merging tens of thousands of times per second, and his three blood gem eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, the wings are slightly spread out in preparation for flight.

"Raaaa...I'm...ready!"

"I'm so envious of Ye Hanjun, he looks so miserable..."

"Yaya, when we evolve, it should be painful too, right? I'm so looking forward to it..."

The sticky black egg was like a ball of flesh that bounced up and down, unable to calm down.

The three-eyed white crow remained silent, its cold eyes never blinking. The divine fluctuations hidden in its body were like a time bomb that was about to explode.

"boom!!"

The sacred Lord Ye Han and the evil Lord Ye Han are combined into one.

Different from the past when one person had two forms and two phantom bodies.

Ye Hanjun, who successfully merged, has a foggy left eye and a dark right eye. The left half of his hair is as white as snow, and the right half is as black as night, clearly distinguished.

All the accompanying costumes and accompanying phenomena are also divided by the central vertical line of the human body. They are pieced together on the left and right and coexist with each other without affecting or interfering with each other.

Reflected in the vision of Gua Gua, Ejifla, and E Daxian, behind that absurd and bizarre form.

Life and death have achieved a perfect balance in Ye Hanjun's body. He is not standing in the real world, but in the world of yin and yang, controlling the entire cycle of reincarnation.

"Click!!"

The chaotic secret realm began to crack, as if it was unable to bear the status of Lord Ye Han, and gradually collapsed.

“Ha ha ha! This great immortal has been patient for a very long time, and finally I can make a breakthrough to become a god!”

The Goose Immortal let out a long roar towards the sky, and suddenly spread his wings. Then black feathers fell down, and his ferocious rage was overwhelming, and his domineering aura swept left and right.

"The way of war is success."

"With thunder as the base and the zither as the body, what shape will the Nine Netherworlds take?"

The golden demon's fingers plucked the strings of the zither, leaving behind countless afterimages.

The sound of the piano became more and more rapid and louder and louder, and nirvana and rebirth happened in a flash.

"Ah! Crow, you lied to me!"

“It doesn’t hurt to evolve! Woohoo, I’m so envious of Ye Hanjun…”

The sticky black egg bounced up and down, and faint cracking sounds could be heard.

At some point, the three-eyed white crow disappeared.

He rushed into the egg like a sparrow, flashing with light, and then, the extremely suppressed and terrifying life force burned like a flame! (End of this chapter)