Ascension

After slaughtering the remnants of the fallen gods, Xu Xuan opened up eight space channels in succession to accommodate the passage of the gods.

In a moment, the surging fallen army near the Long Night Corridor and even at other secondary entrances and exits of the Dark Lamp Abyss met with a devastating disaster.

"Let's go, Hui people."

Ye Hanjun greeted Ye Liuying, Ye Yin and Ye Dong.

Under the strange gazes of the death faction leaders such as Ye Qiyu, Ye Nishang, and Ye Wenfei, he was the first to enter the abyss of the Dark Lamp.

"Ye Zu!"

"Ancestor Hanjun!"

Arriving above the Sunless City, Ye Hanjun looked at the Blood Witch God King from afar, and then he heard thunderous cheers.

Looking further into the city, almost everyone was kneeling on the ground, from young boys and girls to very old men, all of them had flushed faces and looked half crazy and half insane.

"Ancestor, do you know how we have survived these ten thousand years?!"

"With worries outside and anxiety inside, we are working day and night and will never slack off!"

Elder Youye's eyes were red, half excited, half disappointed:

“We work together so hard to build our home!”

"After tens of thousands of years and billions of lives in the Dark Lantern, only one Blood Witch God King has emerged. This is already a result that makes me cry with joy!"

"Yes! When the gate to the world first opened, seeing the demons dancing wildly, we could only cry and feel sad!"

"It's you! You appear like the dawn, transforming into a savior, saving the people and the world!"

"Everyone in Mingdeng is grateful!"

"In the future, under your leadership, the Ye clan will strive to become the strongest in the world, and no rival will dare to offend us!"

"Roar! The ancestor is mighty! The strongest in the universe!!"

Burly men, graceful young ladies, skinny old men, young children... Amid the huge crowd, shouts rolled in, making a noise that filled the sky for nine days.

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath and put on a faint smile under the attention of everyone.

But my heart was still tense, like a piece of floating stone, and I dared not really let it fall.

The Dark Lantern Abyss is probably the only place where the gods' reflection has not been seen.

They thought the fallen gods were annihilated and the dust had settled.

Little do they know that a greater threat is yet to come. If they don’t get through that hurdle, they will inevitably die.

"Mingdeng Ye clan, Lord Yehan, is returning to the clan today."

Ye Hanjun suppressed his complicated thoughts, restrained his divine fluctuations, and led a large group of people into Wu Ri City in a mighty manner.

He did not activate space magic to cross the distance, but started from the outer city gate and walked towards the central altar step by step.

Along the way, all the kneeling humans and spirits were lifted up by the strong wind, and finally stood in two rows, looking at them with red faces.

"After ten thousand years of longing, I'm finally home..."

Ye Buyi walked in the front of the team, looked around the street scene, and sighed:
"We left in a hurry that day. All I remember are the ruins, corpses and dust everywhere."

"In a blink of an eye, the city looks brand new."

"Many places have changed so much that I can no longer tell what they are used for... Ha, this familiar yet strange feeling makes me want to cry."

"Cry, cry, who says men don't shed tears? It's just that you haven't reached the point of being sad yet!"

Ye Aobai held a pot of wine and drank it while splashing it. The fragrant aroma of wine spread everywhere:
"I would like to drink this wine to commemorate those people who died in a foreign land."

"May you go to hell in your next life, reincarnate, and come back to be a member of Ye's family!"

"Grandpa, I want to toast too!"

One of the girls was very lively. After wiping the blood off her cheek, she snatched another pot of wine from Ye Aobai's back and poured it over him while praying:
"grandparents!"

"Grandpa, grandma!"

"Daddy, Mommy!"

"Don't worry, Xiaochan is alive!"

"Today we are returning to our clan and recognizing our ancestors. You in the underworld know about this, so there is no need to worry!"

As she spoke, the girl smiled sweetly, her crescent face looking very adorable.

“I would like to drink this wine in memory of the friends who unfortunately died on this road.”

Ye Lingwu dropped a cup of colorful glass wine, then poured another cup, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Brother Mochou, I'll toast you another glass."

Concubine Ye Wen took out a pot of Bingpo wine, filled it up and poured it out meticulously.

……

An hour later.

A huge group of people stood at the central altar.

Those children who were born outside and had only heard about their family from hearsay stood in the back row, carefully observing the surrounding environment in their own way.

At the front of the team, Ye Hanjun looked at Ye Ying, Ye Qiangwei, Ye Shu, Ye Roufeng and others, and nodded slightly to show his respect.

"Oh, old man, you're not dead?"

Yingyue glanced at Ye Tianming and muttered:

"It's good that he's not dead. It saves us from digging up his grave. It's more respectable this way."

"Ok?"

Ye Tianming followed the sound and looked at Yingyue with a suspicious look. He suddenly realized something, then he blew his beard and said angrily:

"Little thing, are your wings hard?"

"Is it so great to be a demigod? If you can, you can be deified!"

"Sooner or later."

Fly Moon held her head and pouted:

"But you, don't die too quickly."

"Otherwise, if I become a demon god, you won't get any benefits at all. Isn't that a loss?"

"Humph! I could have lived another hundred or eighty years, but you made me so angry that I only have one breath left!"

Ye Tianming was not willing to be outdone. If there hadn't been a crowd of people surrounding him, he would have used his crutches to teach Yingyue a lesson on what it means to respect the elderly and love the young.

"Hey, are you Mu Shoucong?"

Bertel stood beside the Blood Witch God King, staring at Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying for a long time, and finally noticed the red onion winking at him from behind.

"My dear brother, it's Xiaocong!"

The flaming wood guard shook the red onion on his head and breathed a sigh of relief:

"You didn't expect it, did you? Not only did I live to this era, but I also became a Holy King!"

"Brother Prince, why do I feel like you haven't made any progress in these years? You're still at the Perfect Saint level, and you don't even try to become a Demigod?"

Bertner's face suddenly turned dark, and he cursed:

"My brother is a deified father, are you envious?"

"Tsk, I'm still the little lord of the Sun Abyss. What have I not seen in these years?"

The Fiery Wood Guardian laughed loudly, took a step forward, and patted Bertnal's back. His hot breath made the vampire prince's eyes gleam with ferocity:
"Brother is in a good mood now and doesn't want to beat anyone up!"

"If you keep jumping around, be careful or I'll pluck all the green onions off your head and let you know how dangerous the world is!"

"Brother, calm down. Xiaocong was just joking."

Lieyanmu Shoucong shrank his neck and protected his head at the first moment, fearing that Bertel would act without authorization, which would disfigure him.

"Rumble--"

Amid the noise, the formation was being activated.

Soon, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood stretched across the sky and earth, and the numerous tombstones on top attracted attention.

Ye Roufeng reached out and took off the spirit tablet of "God-killing Shura".

It is undoubtedly a joke to keep the tablet erected after the dead person comes back to life.

However, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were not just facing the fallen tribesmen.

The living people also have tablets. For those with the surname Ye, the background color is black. If they have made achievements, blood-colored annotations will be added.

"Clap!"

Ye Hanjun caught the blank tablet thrown by Ye Roufeng, wrote on it with his finger power, and then threw it into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Ye Ming, Ye Ying, Ye Shu... The sharp-eyed Saint of the Ye family discovered at the first time that what He wrote was not his own name, but the seven big characters "The True Lord of the Other Shore·Ye Chengfeng".

"Ancestor Chengfeng did not die. He merged with his own Ultimate Flash Spirit and was resurrected from the dead."

Ye Hanjun bowed and said solemnly:
"Now that the heavenly way is overturned, He is one of the pillars protecting the heavenly way, and He has no way to split Himself into two."

"Now that I have returned to my clan, I will naturally let His name be ranked at the top of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, to correct His body and make His name famous."

"What? Ancestor Chengfeng?!"

The Saint of the Ye clan was in an uproar, and the other elders, both big and small, who had gathered around him, were filled with astonishment.

At this moment, Ye Hanjun briefly recounted the causes and consequences of Patriarch Chengfeng’s incident.

This is a secret that even Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu and Ye Wenfei are unaware of, and it sounds like thunder in their ears.

"Grandpa..."

Ye Roufeng was in a trance for a while, even more distracted than when she was digesting Ye Hanjun's double crown enlightenment.

She was granted the position by Ye Shitian and is the current head of the family, holding great power over the clan.

But there are countless branches in the family tree.

Tracing back to her lineage, it is quite far away from Ye Shitian, and the real source is actually Ye Chengfeng.

This is also the reason why her name is worthy of being embellished with the word "wind".

"So, my Mingdeng Ye clan has already stood at the end of the world?!"

Ye Xuanren smacked his lips, his white hair spoke of the vicissitudes of life:

"The turmoil of the eighth era of the ancient universe has radiated to this day, and the ultimate beneficiary is still the Mingdeng Ye clan?!"

"Yes."

Ye Hanjun nodded, took out another blank tablet and wrote his name on it.

When He was thrown into the sea of ​​blood and corpses, He was not placed in a single row, but in order, behind Ye Chengfeng:
"According to the original clan rules, only the crown prince of the Ye clan can be called the ancestor."

"Ancestor Chengfeng has a special opportunity. Although he is not a human, the word ancestor must not be taken away."

"If I return to my clan, I will be the fourth ancestor."

"We should obey the orders of the Fourth Patriarch!"

All the elders nodded respectfully.

"Check for the missing members of the Ye clan who are scattered outside, and carve them one by one on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood."

"In addition, there is a batch of spiritual materials here, which will be put into the clan treasury and distributed free of charge to clan members in need."

……

Ye Hanjun explained the important matters one by one.

At the same time, he rejected Ye Roufeng's move to give up the position of Patriarch to him directly:

"Aunt Feng, the priority now is to settle the injured."

"The disaster has not been resolved yet. He may reveal his true form at any time. Until the final battle comes, I must focus on the heaven and earth and not care about anything else."

"That's fine."

Ye Roufeng was quite decisive. When the power transfer failed, he immediately adjusted his thinking:

"The Mingdeng Ye clan is clearly strong enough that they don't have to worry about any of the other divine clans in the heavens."

"I am not qualified to participate in the war between gods, let alone spy on the war between gods. The only thing I want to say is that there is no need to worry about our lives. There are no cowards in the Ye clan. Even if the third and fourth ancestors are defeated in the end, you are still heroes, and no one will say anything bad about you."

After saying that, Ye Roufeng bowed and left in a hurry.

Ye Hanjun was slightly startled, then walked around among his tribesmen, got rid of fanatical believers like Ye Ming, and disappeared in Wu Ri City in the blink of an eye.

……

The 20th year of the Third Era of the Cenozoic Universe.

The rebuilt Long Night Corridor only has corridors but no revived plants.

This place still looks lifeless and dull. Creatures who love nature will immediately frown and feel uncomfortable when they step into here.

"How's it going?"

Marshal Ginseng sat on the Titan's feet, as if sitting on top of a mountain, and asked solemnly.

"Not good."

Xu Xuan looked up and saw lightning streaking across the sky like a ferocious silver snake.

The darkness was dispelled, and endless flashes of light turned into pillars of light, accompanied by roaring winds and pouring rain. This was the wrath of the gods.

"Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye."

"Jian Leizi's aura is getting deeper and deeper. Frost and fog are gradually condensing in the air. It won't be long before it rains. Instead, it will be hail and icicles."

Ye Hanjun sat on Kong Zhitantan, his eyes were as clear as seeing through fire:

"However, as Jian Leizi gets closer and closer to the status of Tianzun, the cracks here are getting more and more."

“Perhaps at the moment of his breakthrough, disaster will use this place as a breakthrough point and descend in an instant, and then slaughter us all in one fell swoop, cutting off all hope of survival.”

"Humph! Since we have nowhere else to go, let's fight to the death!"

A one-armed savage god, with his fist raised, looks murderous.

However, another god who looked like billions of stars gathered together laughed bitterly and asked sadly:

"Fight? What to fight with?"

"When the disaster is just taking shape, it can defeat the Four Heavenly Lords."

"Now that they are corrupting the Way of Heaven and further competing for power, the risk factor is undoubtedly even higher."

"We are just gods. Even if we can become famous with a single seal, we will be defeated instantly when we encounter a double seal."

"If you really encounter the ultimate form of disaster, you will rush to deliver food... Is that what it means?"

Spicy Demon King Gnashing Teeth:

"That's better than sitting and waiting to die!"

"We can't do anything to see our descendants falling into the abyss of depravity. This powerlessness really makes us unworthy of the title of the clan's guardian god!"

Ye Hanjun turned a deaf ear to the negative emotional fluctuations, turned his head and stared at Lan Qixiong, then looked at Helian Baxuan:
"Senior, do you have any ideas?"

"I know nothing about the laws of mechanics, but you are a pioneer on this path. If you also shake your head, it will only give me a headache."

Helian Baxuan, who had transformed into a mecha, looked at the two godheads in front of him and thought hard:
"The Savage Godhead and the Mechanical Godhead are both here."

"This Chimera has clearly broken through the Saint King's barrier in the past few years and reached the realm of Demigod."

"Why is it so difficult to fuse the divine nature? Why can't I absorb it into my body and start the first basic step of refining it?"

"The two seals have different origins, how can it be that simple?"

Mo, who was hugging Ye Hanjun's ankle, reflected the shadow of the three-eyed white crow and said suddenly:
"I attained the status of a One-Moment Heavenly Venerable at the end of the ancient times, so even if I later split my divine power and accidentally created the "Doomsday Cube", my status is still there and cannot be faked."

"Based on this prerequisite, Mo still has to grow with me and absorb precious cultivation resources one after another before he can successfully take this step."

"These three heads are half barbarian and half mechanical. Their own bloodlines are not satisfactory, but they have a lot of acquired opportunities."

"They want to jump from demigod to heavenly master in one step. Even if they work together, it will take at least 10,000 to 20,000 years. They should just give up as soon as possible." (End of this chapter)