Ascension

"Chief, everything is ready. The ceremony can officially begin."

On the altar, a waiter had most of his body hidden in the darkness. When he spoke, his black eyes showed, and he was very respectful.

Ye Roufeng nodded and said to the person beside him:
"Xiao Shu, according to the old rules, you will do it."

"Yes."

Ye Shu, with a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, smiled slightly, as if he was used to it.

The female fish sitting under the seat understood what he meant, and swept its tail and quickly flew into the air.

"U--"

Low horns sounded, sonorous war drums roared, accompanied by dazzling blood fireworks.

In the long night, the three dark moons are cold and distant, and the scattered moonlight seems even brighter.

"kneel."

Ye Shu's gentle voice turned quietly, and his dark eyes swept across the sky and the earth, with unquestionable majesty.

In an instant, everyone inside and outside Wu Ri City, from the vassals to the Ye clan members, knelt on the ground one after another.

"boom!"

A group of young men and women dressed in colored glaze clothes, with black hair and black eyes, and high spirits, followed suit without any explanation.

The oldest among them is only 30 years old, and the youngest had just awakened his authority a few days ago and has not had the opportunity to take part in the Night Trial.

However, they all have the label of "Young King".

The first rank has B-level authority and is destined to become the backbone of the family in time.

"boom!"

A hundred meters away, another group of more mature members of the Ye clan, whose ages ranged from hundreds to thousands, knelt together in an orderly manner.

Not all of them are young kings. Some of them have less talent, but that does not affect the achievements they have made so far.

The lowest rank among them is the 6th rank, and the highest is the 8th rank, becoming one of the great elders.

"I have finally waited for this day..."

Ye Ming stared at the altar and knelt down with his head bowed. The demon king beside him let out a dull roar, as if he was also suppressing the emotions in his heart.

As the first young emperor born after the catastrophe in the second era of the new universe.

It took him nine thousand years to complete the nine levels. Now he has reached the level of a saint. In terms of identity, status, and strength, there are very few people in the clan who can match him.

However, who can understand the meaning of this moment?
From childhood to adulthood, the family has lasted for 130,000 years, and those ancient and glorious legends echo in my ears again and again.

From the founding of the family to the major crises the family encountered, Ye Ming could recite it backwards with ease.

The turning point of destiny is coming!

For the past nine thousand years of his life, he could only wander in the dark lamp.

He cannot travel around the heavens like the young emperor of previous generations and see the heroes and wonders of the world.

Ye Ming was not sure whether his current strength was higher or lower, better or worse than that of other gods.

But the clan leader said that when the bell of the era rings and the era changes, both the Mingdeng Ye clan and other clans living in Mingdeng will face the judgment of fate, which will determine whether they are qualified to survive in the future.

The battle...is coming!

This is no longer an individual battle, nor is it a team battle between several people. Instead, it is a life-and-death game facing the heavens and all worlds, with the tribe as the foundation and the abyss as the camp!
In the end, the winner is the king and the loser perishes, still following the eternal law of natural competition!
"Kacha!"

With this in mind, Ye Ming squeezed his finger bones until they made crackling sounds, and the fighting spirit gushing out of his chest almost turned into flames, burning fiercely.

"Brother, we are excited too!"

There were four other people standing with Ye Ming, two of whom had broken through the seventh level and were officially crowned emperors.

The other two were young emperors, not very old, one with a handsome face and the other with a charming figure.

They did not have the same violent desire for war as Ye Ming, but what was similar was that there was a hint of pride flowing between their brows.

Growing up from weak to strong, they win not only because of their talents, but also in every decision and every experience.

They are the absolute potential seeds of the Mingdeng Ye clan. The more prosperous the clan is, the broader the stage that belongs to them will be.

"boom!"

The four of them followed Ye Ming and knelt heavily on the ground.

Then, Ye Shu's voice sounded:

"I know that most of you were born in this era and have never seen a real big scene. You lack experience, so you may feel uneasy at the moment... This is normal."

"My Mingdeng Ye clan has been passed down for 130,000 years since the tenth era of the ancient universe and the second era of the new universe. In terms of antiquity, there are not many gods in the heavens and all realms that can be compared with us."

"Perhaps this crisis is indeed very serious, and it could lead to the annihilation of the entire clan."

"But we have done everything we can. All that remains is to fight for our lives..."

Ye Shu used a calm tone, smoothed the scene, and got straight to the point:
"Now - the grand ceremony officially begins!"

"Bow to the Shura King. His blood flows in your bodies. The name of the ancestor is divine and powerful!"

"boom!!"

The Wu Ri City was shaken, and a hundred thousand people kowtowed together, and the momentum was naturally huge.

"Second bow to the 'Death in the Belly', the ancestor Shi Tian held a resolute belief, sacrificed everything, and achieved the crown of Taoism!"

"If it weren't for Him, you would never have the possibility of being born. At the beginning of this era, the Dark Lantern would have been completely wiped out by a powerful enemy!"

When Ye Shu's voice fell, Wu Ri City was shaken again.

Whether it is an old man with wrinkles on his face or a chubby child, their sparkling eyes carry the same amount of awe.

“Bow to the Blood Witch God three times. The ancestor of the Blood Witch made an alliance with the Ye clan and has been fighting for the Dark Lamp since the day he attained enlightenment. Throughout his life, he was covered in blood and suffered deep pain… He is a witch god worthy of respect, and the Ye clan will never forget his kindness!”

The third loud noise came from Wu Ri City.

But strangely, there was no blood witch goddess to witness it.

"Four bows to the Deep Black Wheel, the illustrious world beast, which protected our clan when alive and burned up our remains after death. Without it, we would have no place to rest and would be homeless all day long!"

Ye Shu, who was floating in the air, saw the dark crowd of people bowing their heads again. Thinking of the person he was going to mention next, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly:

"Five bows to the God-killing Shura Yehan-Jun!"

"As the 72nd young emperor of our clan, he doesn't have to participate in the highest level of fighting!"

"But he realized that there was no hope for him to break through, so he held the divine bow and called upon thunder, and eventually killed the Lord of the Mortal World, the Clown King. They both died!"

"This is a heaven-defying achievement that is enough to dominate the heavens. No one else in the future will be able to break it!"

"He is your elder brother and also your predecessor. His contribution cannot be erased for you to be able to bathe in the light of the Dark Moon and spend these ten thousand years in peace!"

"boom!"

This time, the five emperors, including Ye Ming, had burning eyes and performed the ceremony happily.

Ancestor Shura, Ancestor Shitian, Blood Witch God - these titles and deifications are too far away from them.

But how could we possibly overlook the ancestor Hanjun, who fought from below to above and exchanged his mortal body for the God of Hell's Devil?

Ye Ming, Ye Duo, Ye Yin, Ye Gui Shan, Ye Ju Dao - no matter they are powerful saints or rookies just starting out.

In their storage rings, they still keep a complete set of picture books and biographies of Ancestor Han Jun, all of which record his legendary experiences. From childhood to adulthood, that unique feeling has not diminished, but has become more and more numerous and intense.

"The emperor... should be like the ancestor Han Jun!"

“I don’t ask to live as long as the sky, but I ask to die by killing a god. Such an honor... I admire it!” Ye Guishan prostrated himself on the ground with his forehead touching the earth, as if he wanted to use this method to feel the traces of the tribe’s idol who once fought here.

"I heard that he has a younger sister who is out looking for opportunities as a dead party member."

"I hope she can survive and witness with her own eyes that the immortality of our race... can continue!"

Yejudao's right arm turned into a blood knife and stabbed into the rock, with a violent aura:

"It's hateful... If we were older, we would have more time to grow to a higher level and would not be helpless in the face of the current predicament..."

On the altar, Ye Shu waited for a few seconds until the excitement caused by Ye Hanjun subsided, and then continued:

"The lineage of the six-bow, seven-curse ghost monk..."

"Seven bows to our ancestors..."

"Eight bows to the Guardian Holy Spirit..."

"The ninth bow... don't bow to the sky, bow to the dark lamp! Bow to the dark moon!"

"This is our habitat. We have carefully cared for it for 130,000 years!"

"Those enemies who dared to lay hands on the Dark Lantern, those gods who tried to destroy our race... Once the Dark Lantern is unsealed, they will be made to never return!"

Ye Shu showed a rare domineering attitude, and suddenly knelt on Fu Yu's back and kowtowed towards the altar:

"Open the coffin and welcome the ancient saint back to his throne!"

"Rumble--"

The altar, which covered tens of thousands of hectares, was cracked into countless cracks, and a creepy cold wind suddenly blew out from the cracks.

One after another, bizarrely shaped coffins rose from it, and the majestic holy power bursting out from within covered the sky and the earth.

"It's the sealed saint of the Ye clan! The guardian holy spirit!"

A younger elder, with a flushed face, said excitedly:

"They were troubled by their life spans and knew they couldn't go any further. Not long after the Dark Lamp sank, it sealed itself away!"

"It's not for anything else, it's just so that when the seal is lifted, the family can have more high-level combat power. No matter who attacks us, we will never admit defeat until our last drop of blood is shed!"

Ye Ming, Ye Duo, Ye Yin, Ye Gui Shan, Ye Ju Dao - raised their heads with fanatical eyes.

SS-level Saint Slayer Ye Ying, the young emperor of the ninth era of the ancient universe, attained the status of a saint in the tenth era. He is good at commanding soldiers and can kill demigods at his peak!
S-level Master of Truth, Ye Tieqi, is a saint from the ninth era of the ancient universe. He is good at killing with words, and every word he says can destroy a person's soul!
There are also Ye Ni, Ye Qiangwei, Ye Xuanren... The strongest among them are close to the ceiling of the Saint King.

Although it looks withered and old, it is really sad.

But they are still alive. They are the saints of the Ye family and the guardians of the Dark Lamp Abyss. They have always been fulfilling the obligations of bloodline inheritance and moving forward with heavy burdens time and time again!
"Meet the Night Saint!"

In Wuri City, there are countless people shouting at the top of their lungs.

However, the first person Ye Ying looked at was Ye Roufeng:

"Rou'er, what's the situation?"

"Did that child ever attain godhood?"

The old man and the crippled beast that crawled out of the coffin said nothing, with cloudy eyes, all waiting for Ye Roufeng's answer.

"Never."

Ye Roufeng bowed and whispered before many seniors looked disappointed:

"Ten thousand years is too tight."

"Only by himself, breaking through to the demigod level and beginning to refine the godhood is already the limit."

“However, the catastrophe came again, and the Blood Witch Godson, Wu Ye, consumed a large amount of his lifespan and entered the Blood Witch God Formation again, absorbing the blood of his own race and forcibly refining his godhood.”

"Now, please invite the ancient saint of the Ye family to witness... the birth of the new god of the Dark Lamp!"

Ye Roufeng waved his arms, raising a whirlwind and blowing away the mist in the sky.

There was actually a blood cloud floating outside the dark moon. It seemed to be embellishing the night sky, but in fact it was as bright as a flame, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"Welcome to the guardian god of the dark lamp!"

Ye Shu lowered his head and stood straight.

"Welcome to the guardian god of the dark lamp!"

Behind a shelter, the Three-Curse Ghost Monk Yuan Gu was smiling.

"Although I thought it was a daughter at first, it turned out to be a son, which is a huge difference..."

"But, after so many years, it's time to let it go..."

In the blood cloud, a rather abrupt vampire prince, although his face was pale, no one could suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth:

"My vampire genes are so powerful. I'm the father of a god. I'm so awesome..."

"Son, you are the savior, open your eyes and show your domineering spirit!"

"Shhh!!"

The blood cloud dissipated, and a group of weak blood witch goddesses fell vertically.

In a flash, a river of blood broke through the air, not only catching all the witches, but also blocking most of the light of the three dark moons.

"My divine name... Blood Witch God King?"

"Half vampire, half witch, the ultimate evolution, it turns out to be like this..."

A blood shadow sitting cross-legged in the blood river, like a standing mountain, emanating divine power that spreads for a hundred thousand miles.

Ye Roufeng - his eyes fixed, and the frost between his eyebrows faded a little.

Ye Ying, Ye Ni, Ye Qiangwei and other ancient saints of the Ye clan leaned on their crutches and trembled slightly:
"good very good!"

"Successor to the Blood Witch God, the Law of Blood has a new successor!"

"The Blood Witch Goddess clan and my Mingdeng Ye clan are one and the same, and there is no distinction between them!"

On the ground, the guardian spirits such as the electric claw dragon centipede and the gorgon were more excited than the other:
“Hahahaha, Mingdeng has been deified again!”

“Even if our tribesmen living outside cannot provide us with strong support, we have the capital to resist and are not afraid of any deification!”

"Do you have any divine skills?"

The more cautious Ye Ying suppressed his joy and asked seriously.

Simply being a deity is not enough. If you don't have any magical skills, you will still be beaten to a pulp if you encounter an old god.

"One higher god, three mysteries."

Wu Ye, who changed his name to "Blood Witch God King", did not have the arrogance of a superior, but only a hint of self-confidence in his eyes.

"Although he is a newly promoted god, he is indeed fearless in a one-on-one fight."

He muttered to himself, looking up at the sky. A river of blood suddenly supported the sky, and a new defense system was rebuilt:

"The bell of the era is about to ring."

"Perhaps one god cannot stop a group of enemies."

"But Dark Lantern is also my home. Anyone who invades and destroys it must first pass me."

"Come on, let me understand what kind of power the supreme leader of all races in the heavens has. With my ability, how many can I kill..."

(End of this chapter)