The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 894 - 357: Godslayer

"Wu Xuezhu, the divine has fallen not more than two hundred years ago, what other tricks do you have? Use them all now."

In the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, blood rain poured down, blood springs gushed forth, intertwining signs of dark red fresh blood everywhere, enveloping the air with a rich scent of blood.

In such profound mysteries and great changes, there was a Sun God Bridge shimmering in brilliant golden light, as if spanning from the other shore.

The Light Witch God stood on the bridge, hands clasped behind his back, his face wrinkled with age, bearing a calm serenity unshaken by the ancient waves.

He did not truly speak, but his loud spiritual transmission effortlessly spread across the entire Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

Wu Xuebi, Wu Xuepang, Wu Xuewan...

Even Wu Xuelu, who was on the brink of death, all the witches clenched their lips, their eyes not showing fear but filled with a fierce hatred that sought to crunch bones and devour flesh.

This was the former abode of deities, and the legacy of the Ancestor of Blood Witch!

They were hatched here, grew up here, year after year, generation after generation, with respect that remained as high as the mountains, offering incense worship, ritual wine, and sacrifices, none of which could be neglected.

However, the Light Witch God had just barged in.

He deemed the laws here as scrap metal, and under his divine light, temples collapsed, divine sanctuaries melted away, all crumbling to dust, shattered and splintered.

How could they suppress their voices and endure this humiliation?

How could they not grieve like tides and feel tormented as if hundreds of claws were scratching their hearts?

"Sister Pang, even if we go down in a self-explosion, we cannot let the Ancestor’s remains be desecrated!"

Wu Xuebi, her head full of withered hair, struggled to rise.

Though Wu Xuepang was also furious, she held Wu Xuebi down, a trace of tragic sorrow on her face:

"What good will your going do, like a mayfly shaking a tree or an egg striking a stone?"

"This enemy is not one we can defeat. Even a False God like Witch Yundie could not bear a single trace of His majesty. The gap between a True God and a False God, just as the ancestor said, is as vast as the lofty Mount Meru, unreachable."

"But... are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"

Wu Xueying lamented:

"Below the ancestral land, there are still young goddesses and millions of Abyss denizens."

"Are we just going to watch, as the sanctuary that the ancestor devoted their life to protecting, the Ghost Lamp Abyss, turns into delicious fodder, a venting toy, and a mocking prey for these foreign invaders?"

"I can’t accept it, I just can’t!"

"Just give us a bit more time, if we could wait until Sister Lu ascends to False God and inherits the divinity from the ancestor."

"Our clan will continue to serve as the Guardians of the Ghost Lamp Abyss, surely we can deter those outsiders, extend the glory of the Blood Witch God, and usher in an undying epoch!"

"HUZZAH"

The divine light descended from heaven, and the Light Witch God reached the Blood Petal Path.

She looked down, watching those hiding under the blood sea barrier, sighed lightly, feeling poignant yet pitying:

"The realm of a False God isn’t as easy as you imagine."

"Of course, the fall of the Blood Witch God is confirmed; there will certainly be reclusive False Gods willing to rush to the Ghost Lamp at any cost, desperately seeking the opportunity for divinity."

"But with me and the Jester Emperor here, they don’t have the right to feast."

"The divinity that belonged to the Blood Witch God will be held in my Light Witch lineage today; given time, a second Light Witch God will burn with blazing brilliance and ascend to godhood in the Cloud Sea..."

"Wu Guangyan, you are truly impatient."

While the Light Witch God still wore a contemplative face, a somber blood shadow emerged from the sea of blood.

In an instant, scarlet blood flowers blossomed around, the gun muzzles emitting red destructive beams, targeting the Light Witch God’s head from all directions.

"In your state, descending to the Ghost Lamp has perhaps hurt your origin soul, hasn’t it?"

"Aren’t you worried that forcefully breaking into this forbidden land and facing the final stand I left behind might accidentally cause you to break your spear and never return to the Cloud Sea?"

The unrecognizable blood shadow, shaped like an enlarged blood-red sack, was surrounded by an overwhelming icy chill, full of murderous intent.

The Blood Witch Goddess immediately held her breath, gripping her magic wand tightly to hide the excitement and exhilaration within her.

"Can you do it?"

The Light Witch God smiled, a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, reflecting an absolute confidence beneath his eyes:

"Since becoming a god, which epoch have you passed through peacefully?"

"The Broken Era Calamity, how much did you sacrifice, how desperately did you cling to survival, struggling to hold on?"

"Frankly, I hadn’t expected you to survive the first epoch of the New Era and persist into the Second Epoch."

"Your condition is much worse than mine, so how strong can the last stand you’ve left behind really be?"

"Shall we try?"

The blood-red sack flipped over, revealing a pale, beautiful woman with blood-malachite eyes. She spread her arms wide as if embracing the entire world:

"If you dare to exterminate my clan, I dare to ensure you won’t live past a hundred years."

"In the end, even if you obtain the divinity, before the birth of the new god of your clan, you will expire, rot, and die, and will never see the day when two gods coexist."

"BANG BANG BANG!!"

The blood-colored machine gun roared as it pulled the trigger.

The frenzied blood plasma bullets poured down like sudden rain and whistled like lightning.

The completely targeted body of the Light Witch God suddenly transformed into the great sun, supporting a hundred thousand-foot high scorching sunlight.

Compared to Him, not to mention humans, even the Blood Witch Ancestral Land seemed trivial and insignificant.

All the Blood Witch Goddesses were breathless; despite the protection of the blood sea, they could not see clearly any scene.

Only fleeting afterimages were visible, sometimes blood blossoms furiously blooming, sometimes divine light frightening the world; two fundamentally different divine laws constantly collided, incessantly eroding each other.

"Senior, aren’t you going to take action yet?"