The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1352 - 517: The Heir of the World Will_2

"And then the final war of the ancient gods, the defeated ones nurturing ten thousand paths... leading to the system of divine restraints that began in the Ancient Era... These measures indeed help to avoid the irreversible collapse of the world."

Ye Hanjun’s expression, sometimes confused, sometimes sorrowful, his emotions stirred, unable to break free:

"During this process, the world’s own will occasionally awakens."

"If the resources of the heavens and worlds continuously pour towards the Fond Spirits, ultimately, it will only be an object of otherworldly assimilation."

"The world’s self-attempts to save itself, hoping that the Human Race it nurtured will become stronger, thus having a chance to balance the order."

"It can accept the Human Race being the strongest, it can also accept the Human Race competing with the Fond Spirits, but it cannot accept the Human Race losing its status, and the Fond Spirit system growing without limit."

"Unfortunately, as the heavens evolve, the multiple allocations of resources mean the world’s own will continuously weakens."

"At the end of the Primordial Era, the great turmoil of the gods, the world’s will just happened to be in a dormant state, unable to protect the Human Race in time, ultimately leading to the Fond Spirits’ totalitarian victory."

"Following this, during the Ancient Era, the awakened world’s will, in an attempt to retrieve the situation, split the origin, creating the ’Chaos Fruit’, which only the luckiest in the Human Race had the chance to obtain."

"The Ming Lamp Night Clan’s Progenitor Ye Xiuluo was one of them."

"But He, already a Crown Rank, couldn’t absorb all the power of the Chaos Fruit."

"In the end, He left this inheritance in the ancestral land, leaving it for the destined among His descendants."

"After a Cosmic Era, I inherited this legacy, and after absorbing it, I awakened the authority of ’Instructor’, fighting my way to today..."

The mysteries buried deep in Ye Hanjun’s soul peeled away layer by layer.

He finally knew why the Progenitor mentioned that once this legacy is obtained, it’s not difficult to directly ascend to the Crown Rank.

This is, after all, the world’s most fundamental evolved object, before which the essence of the sun and moon is but secondary.

Of course, when Ye Xiuluo obtained it, He was probably in a state of half-understanding.

He couldn’t, like he does now, know the roots and fully understand all the secrets.

"So that’s how it is..."

"Big Tadpole, did we misunderstand the Heavenly Dao before?"

"The Nine Heavenly Venerates control only the basics of the Heavenly Dao; the complete Heavenly Dao is actually the world’s will itself. You are more favored by heaven and earth than Little GuaGua, you are the legendary chosen one..."

GuaGua promptly showed a worshipful look, exceptionally supportive.

Ye Hanjun sighed lightly, reminiscing about this life, when at first, he thought the awakening of the dual authority was the Heavenly Dao’s punishment, deliberately hindering his promotion to the Crown Rank.

Now it seems that this was not only the suppression by the Nine Heavenly Venerates but also part of the world’s will’s tests and expectations.

If not for the dual authority, how could he aim for the upper levels of the Crown Rank?

Since the order needs to be rebuilt and the over-dominance of the Fond Spirits reversed, the old Heavenly Venerates must inevitably be replaced. If this conflict can’t be resolved, how can his ambition be realized?

"Big Tadpole, Little GuaGua understands now."

"But you just said, Shura Grandpa was ’one of them’, are there other chosen ones? Where are they now?"

Faced with GuaGua’s curiosity, Ye Hanjun pondered:

"The Chaos Fruit the Progenitor obtained was the seventh on the branch."

"Before Him, there were six others scattered across the heavens, obtained by other lucky ones among the Human Race."

"Now, since the order has not been changed, and we have returned here, delving into these old secrets, they were probably all failures, unable to take that crucial step."

GuaGua nodded, whispering:

"It seems that obtaining the fruit, the path of cultivation is still arduous."

"The stakes of the world’s elder, each represents only a piece of hope, not absolute success."

"Big Tadpole, it truly wasn’t easy for us to get this far, what do we do next? Can the remnant will of the world’s elder help you take the ultimate step, to be completely transformed?"

"I don’t know, I’m not sure."

Ye Hanjun’s hand continued to caress the tree trunk, a trace of worry in his eyes:

"The world’s will itself also couldn’t predict the fusion of the Three Evils, which gave birth to ’Calamity’."

"This monster with the most resolute attitude is devouring the Heavenly Dao, intending to pull all beings into the grave with it."

"If it weren’t for the source of the thirty-six veins, remembering old sentiments and offering help."

"In the current state of the world’s will, there’s absolutely no possibility of stopping it."

"I can feel, the suffering that the present He bears, like the wails from the void of obliteration, that kind of decay, weakness, despair... It is discomforting."

"We must stop that villain!"

GuaGua puffed out his cheeks, brimming with determination:

"We definitely can! Heavenly Maiden, Time Drum Grandpa, and Chengfeng Grandpa are all buying us time!"

"If we can secure the Dual Crowns and become the rightful heirs of the world’s will, Big Tadpole, you and I would be the guardians of this world, and defeating the villain would be our duty!"

"..."

Ye Hanjun sometimes envied GuaGua’s purity and sincerity.

He never held anything back, even as he grew to the Fetus of God Sealing, he remained so straightforward and honest.

"Alright! I’ll give it a try!"

Taking a deep breath, Ye Hanjun calmed his emotions, clearing his mind of distractions.

He didn’t know exactly what to do.

However, since even the world’s will was manifesting here, the path to the upper levels shouldn’t remain blocked.

"Swoosh..."

All the Contracted Fond Spirits, except Mu Yi, were summoned forth.

Aegifura, sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing her zither with intense concentration, Hua Zhu wearing the Rainbow Witch Robe, the Goose Immortal, who never stopped flapping his wings against the wall, Little Lazy Lion snoozing away, Yang Xiaoqi brimming with energy, She Xiaoxiong with his fierce eyes...

Even Mo—even though White Crow had only woken once, it could still be summoned, dormant, yet present by his side.

"Click!"

Ye Hanjun sat cross-legged, eyes tightly shut, carefully sensing the environment around him.

The path to Crown Rank outside was impassable; if the Gate of Awakening won’t work, there can’t be another way out.

What he needed to do was simple: charge at the barrier, try to break the taboo, that was it.

"Big Tadpole, good luck!"

Little GuaGua watched intently, afraid to miss any exciting moment.

But soon he rubbed his eyes, his little face looking confused and sleepy.

What’s going on, was he seeing double?

Big Tadpole had turned into two, one on the left and one on the right, completely indistinguishable...

"Crack!"

The gray sapling broke another branch.

Suddenly, the vibrant green Gate of Awakening and the deathly silent Gate of Life’s End, positioned at two ends of the Chaos Secret Realm, flanked each side.

At that moment, two Ye Hanjuns were seated at the central line.

One of them, with hair turning dark gold from the roots.

His skin was as white as snow, yet not delicate but translucent like jade, striking awe in its spectators.

Then, his naked body was adorned with a complex silk white robe.

In an instant, he seemed to receive the blessing of the Angel God, leaving the mundane world, becoming divinely unattainable.

On the other side.

The other Ye Hanjun, cloaked in blood-red, with black armor covering half his body, even with closed eyes, exuded a formidable menace.

Blood patterns, more robust than veins, crawled and extended over his body.

From his abdomen, a dark vortex seemed capable of devouring souls, the ultimate source of darkness, precisely like so.

This Ye Hanjun... was incredibly terrifying!

With ten Hells floating behind him, he resembled a tyrant sitting on a throne amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, whose command could trigger mountains to collapse and seas to wither, unstoppable.

Time—began to fly by in years.

The Gate of Awakening seemed to signify the source of life, continually infusing Ye Hanjun with chaos vitality, from blood to muscles and bones, cleansing and tempering repeatedly.

The Gate of Life’s End undoubtedly connected with death.

And the core inheritance of the Ming Lamp Night Clan had always been intertwined with the principles of slaughter and bloodshed.

The other Ye Hanjun, seated on his throne, had a growing pile of bones beneath him, and the river of blood flowing before him gradually filled half of the vision, endlessly spreading.