The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1342 - 512: I Am "Calamity" _2

The Heavenly Fury Beastman, enraged and in agony, suddenly clutched his head and rolled around in pain.

The Heavenly Destiny Star Pillar, those twelve pillars, suddenly became coated in a layer of black mist.

As it spread from top to bottom, the constructed sealed domain buzzed and trembled, the space ripped apart, and then stitched back together.

Looking again, every scene appeared as if forcefully pieced together in a jigsaw, with many parts wrongly interconnected, creating an unshakable sense of discomfort and awkwardness.

"Calamity... Even the most fundamental seal has changed?"

The Time Drum felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

It attempted to use the Technique of reversing time, trying to revert the state of the Heavenly Fury Beastman and the Heavenly Destiny Star Pillar.

Failure, failure, still failure.

This turned out to be an irreversible taboo, even a slight touch led to severe backlash.

"Thud!!"

In the Unknown Land, five indescribable gods suddenly collapsed to the ground.

They were either clutching their heads or holding their chests.

Black threads climbed over their bodies, twisted and writhing like centipedes.

What was once holy, powerful, towering, and fierce... all became a laughable background, utterly useless.

"The Heavenly Dao has been tainted..."

"Even the seven Heavenly Venerates who still possess Heavenly Authority cannot stop the corruption of ’Calamity.’ Falling or going mad is just a matter of time..."

The sound of the drum thundered like roaring thunder, resounding mightily.

But the heart’s voice was tangled up, uncuttable and even more unruly.

"Crash!!"

At that moment, All Heavens trembled and all living beings seemed to perceive it.

In the primitive forests, the giant Insects suddenly couldn’t flap their wings, fell to the ground, and shivered with broken legs and waists.

The lion and tiger-type fierce beasts that were active in the boundless plains suddenly fled in panic, birds scattered, and rodents scurried, in complete terror, none spared.

In the rarely visited ancient swamps, the sleeping Plant Kings awakened, roared loudly, as if cornered, with all thoughts turning to ash.

...

Heavenly Realm.

The Eighteen-Winged Divine Codex Angel hovered above the Temple, watching the void collapse, followers sucked into the vortex, and shattered to pieces in an instant.

Its face paled as it raised its head, looking into the distance.

Similar vortices were gradually manifesting one by one.

Even It felt the panic and powerlessness at the horrifying destructive force.

Then, how could the Holy Spirits who have not reached Divine Enthronement, and those below the holy rank, possibly survive?

...

Fire God Mountain.

Billowing black smoke and raging flames erupted.

A Divine Phoenix broke through the sky, spiraling high, overlooking its former habitat.

Strong, twisted branches were suddenly covered with poison miasma, a bone-piercing poison that corroded vitality.

In just two or three breaths, the once red-sky-covering Fire God Mountain had already become a land of utter misery.

The gaze of the Divine Phoenix grew colder and colder.

Suddenly, it soared with a high-pitched cry, straight into the heavens.

The brilliant red plumage dazzled, screaming past, with no more divine aura above or below, the entire Fire God Mountain, utterly became a land of poison miasma.

...

Totem Tomb.

Two Cosmic Eras old walls, undamaged till now, crumbled bit by bit.

The Emblem Spirits without a refuge scurried about, utterly confused.

A deep sigh sounded.

After that, a brilliant golden symbol continuously expanded, eventually acting as a Shield, standing unyielding.

The continuously collapsing Totem Tomb, only then contained the out-of-control situation, barely regaining some stability.

"Old Ancestor, how long can you hold up?"

Seventh Xuanji asked with a trembling voice.

"Protecting the clan... until death."

"I won’t see Zhe Yu for one last time, tell Him, when all beings are in trouble, only self-redemption is possible..."

...

Broken Instrument Valley.

Ye Hanjun sat cross-legged, his limbs spasming, his face deathly pale.

The scene reflected by the All Gods Reflection did not show any image of the suffering of the mortals.

But he is the Pioneer Sect Leader, accessing through the Faith Altar, how could he not hear.

Hundreds of millions of followers, at least a tenth of them, as if attacked by a power far beyond their current rank, suddenly died violently.

Nine-tenths of the remaining followers were either severely injured, on the brink of death.

Some were not yet injured, but they seemed to face unimaginable scenes of despair, desperately praying for the descent of the Grey Sun God.

"Pfft!"

Ye Hanjun’s mouth overflowed with blood, as if struck by a volley of chaotic arrows.

This was the first time he knew that a large number of followers’ deaths would also cause him to suffer backlash.

Is this the collapse of the Heavenly Dao? When order is destroyed from the origin, no place in all the heavens can escape unscathed.

Is the destruction of the world not just empty talk, genuinely occurring?

"Even the Time Drum Lord... can’t reverse the situation..."

Xu Xuan appeared from his seclusion, feeling the defensive barrier of Broken Instrument Valley growing thinner, distraught:

"In such a case... how to save it?"

"The world will be ruled by ’Calamity’, where the disaster reaches, flesh and blood will fly, bones exposed on the fields..."

"This is the twilight of the gods, what can we do?"

"If Divine Venerate can’t do it, True God, Demigod, Holy King... What should we do next?"

Xu Xuan lay powerless on the ground, his vitality and spirit seemingly forcibly stripped away.

GuaGua looked at his despondent state, intending to uplift him with a word or two.

But the words swirling to his lips, even with twelvefold strength, he found impossible to voice.

"Is it truly a dead end, without solution?"

Ye Chengfeng pinched his chin, his dark eyes seemingly gliding across the void:

"It’s true that Heavenly Dao is controlled by Heavenly Venerate."

"But isn’t the Heavenly Dao divided into big and small? The true grand Heavenly Dao is born from nature, representing the world’s will."

"Heavenly Venerates establish rules on this basis, inevitably with oversights, unable to influence everything from the origin."

"This little fellow, such as Pure Beasts, is the best proof."

"Also, Xiaoyi and I, as Ultimate Flash, we are blessed by the grand Heavenly Dao; Heavenly Venerates cannot find us because they are slightly lacking in authority..."

Mumbling to himself, not yet finished.

A small jade stone emerged on GuaGua’s neck, gradually glowing:

"You are right."

"If we draw the Heavenly Dao as a circle, the largest circle, no creature can control it."

"Ancient Heavenly Venerate only follows principles, managing at a higher level of laws."

"Their will, even though it can influence the Heavenly Dao, facing the option of ’destruction of all beings’, the inherent self of the Heavenly Dao will inevitably rise to resist."

Not a physical jade stone, rather hazy, as if existing in another dimension of space.

Suddenly drowsy, GuaGua forced open his drooping eyelids, smiling foolishly:

"Old... forefather..."

"The Ancient Heavenly Venerate messed up, evil controls the world, what should we do, you... can you show a way..."

"Little One, you are the most mischievous."

Seemingly an eye hidden within the jade stone, three parts helpless, seven parts calm:

"We, the rulers born from the Nether Ancient Era, transcend the origin, shouldn’t be inquiring about mundane matters."

"But we ultimately do not wish to see, our homeland fragmented, eventually becoming a breeding ground for evil."

"So?!"

GuaGua perked up, his small hands clenched, highly anticipating the forefather’s next words.

"Disorder reigns as king, overturning the Heavenly Dao."

"But what It does not know is, with the Heavenly Dao destroyed, a loophole in the pact of the Nether Ancient appears, presenting us an opportunity."

"However, the mundane world is too weak, while we are too powerful."

"If all our power would descend, it would equate to helping destroy the world, and that is of no benefit."

"To cleanse the evil, to rebuild the Heavenly Dao, in the end, it should be your own actions."

High mysterious existence of the Nether Ancient, tone increasingly mild, as if whispering secrets to another:

"Realm, descend."

"Bind the Heavenly Dao, support the world’s barrier, stop the ’Self-Dissolution’ then."

"Ink, aren’t you idly panicking? You go and stop the spread of the disaster, I don’t want to make a move."

"Tsk, you lazy wench, not even wanting to care for your own kind, shame you are still the origin of the Pure..."

"From the Ancient times, no one of my race emerged, my descent, what state would it be..."

—Ye Hanjun seemed to hear an unbelievable rant.

Before he could think further, crack, the heavens split once more, a spherical life form from billions of light-years away, speeding like a Divine Weapon descending from the sky.