The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1343 - 513: The Descent of the Nether Ancient

Long before the Solar Abyss was invaded by the Primordial Realm, Ye Hanjun had heard that the Nether Ancient had a "realm," firmly seated at the source.

When its form was unseen, one could only glimpse the leopard through the tube, left to imagine bits and pieces.

Today, upon seeing it, one cannot help but sigh; the splendor of Nether Ancient surpasses the Ancient, as if it’s a dimension unto itself.

"Sizzle——"

Like a flash of lightning, akin to the rumble of thunder.

The spherical life form traversed the eternal expanse of billions of light years, crossing over from an unknown, transcendent place beyond mortal comprehension.

That was certainly not Its true form.

Ye Hanjun steeled himself and barely made out Its appearance resembling a planet, dull in color, simple and unadorned.

But it was too vast.

As it sped through space, It still had the contour of a sphere.

Nearing overhead, truly entering this world, It had become boundless, its end unreachable.

What Heavenly Dao, what firmament.

In Its presence, the sky and earth are indistinguishable, all life equals; Crown Rank and deities alike are but insects, without a distinct difference.

"Hmm... The fusion deity of the Three Evils and Heavenly Authority might be close to our true form from the time of Nether Ancient. No wonder It’s so brazenly flamboyant..."

"Pure, I am only responsible for patching the largest rift in the dimensional fabric, ensuring the greater world does not collapse, the rest is not my concern."

"Naturally."

The Ancient Cleansing Deity replied indifferently:

"Engaging with the mundane world, if we are besmirched by too much dust, there are only disadvantages, no benefits."

"Realm, it is you who delay time, striving for a chance of self-redemption for the mundane world, such a contribution is truly immeasurable."

"Hah, what about me?"

"Pure, you sent me on a task, you ought to praise me at least once or twice, right?"

The deity called "Ink" by the Ancient Cleansing Deity snickered, clearly displeased.

But "Pure" turned a deaf ear, that silent attitude, once again irritating "Ink".

"Too much! Really too much!"

"My characters, written with a loyal heart and verdant blood, are always priceless!"

"Manifesting in the lower realm, this costs so many Innate Ink Treasures!"

The grumbling "Ink," annoyed, stamped his feet repeatedly.

What’s even more exasperating is that such brash accusations are met with "Pure’s" silence.

"Ink," looking downcast as if having conceded defeat, said:

"Forget it, I am but a beast of burden, accustomed to enduring whatever comes."

"Speaking of which... is this a splash of ink on canvas, or a cloud shocking the dragon, an inspired stroke of genius? Pure, I don’t ask for your praise, but some advice would do, right?"

"Whatever, as long as you’re happy."

Pure finally responded.

That casually indifferent tone that seemed to penetrate the soul made Ye Hanjun’s head spin.

"Tch, such a hassle!"

"Evil cannot overcome good, good will always suppress evil, such an ancient trick, I did not expect it still circulates in the world."

"That ’Calamity,’ merging into Heavenly Dao, contaminating the heavens and earth with its evil thoughts, is no different from an Insect?"

"Considering that the lower realm was once a place of my residence, at a whim, I shall bestow sixteen characters to curb it!"

"Ink," enraged, directed his fury towards Sarus.

"Dong!"

The sound of a great bell echoing, deafening all who heard it.

Ye Hanjun looked up, his gaze piercing through Broken Instrument Valley to glimpse a corner of the iceberg of the greater world.

From the deepest reaches of the Cloud Sea, suddenly flew sixteen grand characters, richly inked, peerlessly strange.

Some of these characters intricate, some simple, their structures clearly different.

Yet, deep down, Ye Hanjun only had one thought: their pronunciation was the same, and in human terms, they should be translated as the character "Retreat."

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

GuaGua, sleepy and confused, counted on his fingers, his little brain shutting down.

He too could see those strikingly ink-rich characters.

They danced in the sky, suddenly dispersing, each sneaking into the Nine Seas, Eight Mountains, Seven Abysses, Six Realms... roaming everywhere like Idle Cloud Wild Cranethe.

Wherever they patrolled, the shaking mountains halted in place, the churning seas calmed.

Even a toppling building would slowly return to its original state, no longer bringing the fear and pressure of a "disaster with no survivors."

"Let’s be clear in advance, my characters are not permanent, they can only temporarily control the speed at which the disaster spreads, minimizing the extinction of species."

"If the situation hasn’t improved by the next epoch, the life and death of the lower realm will have nothing to do with us. After all, if fate guides you towards destruction, we cannot interfere over and over again."

The voice of the Nether Ancient Ink God pierced through the abyss of nothingness, drilling into everyone’s minds.

Then, as if stretching after a long spell of inactivity, no longer wanting to deal with any troubles including "Pure," It declared "Done for the day," and retreated having completed Its work.

"Realm plus Ink, not enough."

Just when Ye Hanjun thought that the current chaos had been preliminarily brought under control.

The fourth cold and chilling language of the Alien Race, like an Ice attribute caterpillar crawling on the neck, caused discomfort:

"A god of future generations’ Heroic Spirits? Somewhat interesting."

"I am ’Illusion,’ the unique god of fantasy of Nether Ancient. Whatever I imagine, can be fulfilled; whatever I envisage, can be realized."

"I bestow upon you a touch of my mantle, raising you to a temporary Heavenly Venerate, to guard the heavens, defend the Myriad Spirits."

"Boom——"

A beam of light as thick as a finger pierced through the jade, directly reaching Ye Chengfeng’s brow.

Ye Chengfeng’s battle robe surged abruptly.

He closed his eyes, his hair dancing wildly, and from his handsome face, which held a touch of softness, radiated an unimaginable resilience and profundity.

"Ancient Heavenly Venerate, incompetent, failing our trust and expectations!"

"Since ’Calamity’ was born, overturning heaven and corrupting the Dao, the nine Heavenly Venerates of the old era should return to dust, devoting their divine forms to heal the wounds of all beings!"

"Hero, you shall take charge of a part of the Heavenly Dao, further limiting ’Calamity’s’ activity!"

"And the Ancient Soldier God·Time Drum."

"The ’Soldier’ of Nether Ancient has not yet fallen. Whether it’s you or the Divine Punishment Spear, the word ’Origin’ is still far beyond your reach."