The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1030 - 402: Primordial Calamity God_2

"Encountering anyone else wouldn’t have been a problem, but to run into a kindred Calamity God... This isn’t the way to court death..."

"Grey, how well do you get along with Them? Since They are able to accompany us, They must be on our side, right?"

"Um..." Ye Hanjun was at a loss for words.

After some thought, he could only tell the truth:

"They used a Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit as a vessel, and I have never spoken to Them."

"Regarding Their thoughts, will, desires, goals... my understanding is extremely limited..."

"So, you’re saying this is a landmine that could go Out of Control at any moment?"

Mie Quan immediately became somber, his brow furrowing tightly, and his head throbbed with pain:

"Just now I was still happy, thinking that the magma mosquito mother couldn’t stir up trouble anymore."

"But come to think of it, doesn’t the Cataclysmic Crow Master’s assigned disaster coefficient rank several levels higher?"

"If They also covet the Solar Abyss, without the Ancestors present, we simply couldn’t stop Them..."

"Don’t rush to conclusions, let’s observe a bit more."

Mu Yi closed his devouring flames, putting an end to the plundering of energy from the Tai Eclipse Demon’s flesh.

His aura became profound once again, infinitely close to Mie Quan’s own. If he were to explode with power, it would certainly be another earth-shattering, mighty strike.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

The swarm of mosquitoes died off at a rate of hundreds of hectares per second, and the initially dense, blood-red insect shadows filling the sky were reduced to a tenth in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the remaining mosquito swarm ceased their menacing attack on the Cataclysmic Crow Master. Instead, hurricanes grew around their bodies, and wrapped in these cyclones, they scrambled in all directions in a desperate escape.

Mie Quan tensed up, well aware that this was the magma mosquito mother’s forte.

She could flee if she couldn’t beat him, and as long as a fraction of her split bloodline survived, she could recover her full strength.

In other words, without severing the root of life and eradicating the original soul, the magma mosquito mother was an immortal being, impervious to even Divine Enthronement.

"Huff—inhale!!"

The Cataclysmic Crow Master let out a deep breath, then began to inhale.

In an instant, the whole world resonated with Them, and the currents, like raging waves and torrents, gathered inside Them against the sunlight.

"Buzz, buzz!!"

The magma mosquito swarm completely panicked, their desperately fluttering wings unexpectedly losing control of the skies.

They uncontrollably flew into the mouth of the Cataclysmic Crow Master. The three-eyed white crow, that blocked out the sky, seemed to savor an unmatched delicacy.

Arching its neck back, its tail standing straight up, each of its three blood-red eyes sequentially twinkled with excitement, frenzied and boiling emotions, irrepressibly stirred.

"Ah!!"

The white crow cried out once more, its piercing sonics blasting through the earth.

Hundreds of mosquitoes, feigning death yet actually burrowing deep towards the planet’s core, suddenly shone bright as stars, rising one by one into the air.

Without any visible process of chewing, engulfing, engulfing, and more engulfing, they all became delicious food, sacrificing themselves for the white crow’s gain.

"No!!!"

From the Corpse Mountain and sea of blood created by the mosquitoes, nine bizarre insects, each marked with a Blood Red symbol on their forehead, tried their best to escape, but couldn’t evade their fate of being forcefully merged.

An invisible magnetic field had long since targeted them.

The moment their bodies touched, they ignited like flames, merging together, eliciting a fresh transformation.

After a while, a never-before-seen, gold and red giant mosquito hovered in the void.

She was clad in Light Armor, standing upon spikes, with nine proboscises sprouting from her head, mimicking a spear, sword, club, lance, knife, axe, whip, stick, and halberd—each with distinctive characteristics and mystical powers. Her body was incredibly complex.

"This can’t be... this can’t be..."

"All gods from before the ancient times should have perished... how could an Ancient Calamity God be revived..."

The true form of the magma mosquito mother, thus revealed, exuded a unique spiritual vibration.

Ye Hanjun was startled, for in his knowledge, creatures of evil, disaster, and desolation typically lacked self-will, acting entirely according to the instincts of their bloodline.

From the perspective of others, their cold-blooded ruthlessness and bloodthirst were merely their nature. In their own eyes, they themselves were the most important, and everything else could take a back seat.

But this magma mosquito mother—undeniably emitted two obscure thoughts, which Ye Hanjun perceived, and so did Mie Quan and Mu Yi.

"The fall of the Primordial Calamity God..."

"This seems to involve a sealed and forbidden past... Little Ye, you’ve got a big problem on your hands. The fate you carry is too heavy; I can only wish you good luck..."

Mie Quan gradually shrank, returning to his original form, then retracted his power and patted Ye Hanjun on the shoulder, his eyes full of the sentiment "you are so pitiable."

By comparison, Mu Yi appeared to have seen far greater storms, consistently calm, still observing the reflections of the era as a bystander.

"Merge... with me!"

"Grant you... immortality!"

Two unusually short thoughts flitted by, and the sun-eclipsing three-eyed white crow suddenly dove, its gaping maw aimed right at the magma mosquito mother.

In her compound eyes burst forth an intense desire to live.

She wanted to beg for mercy; a profoundly meek wave of thought had already been brewing.

Yet she ultimately failed to utter a word, her body, as if bound by invisible chains, sealed off any chance for motion or speech.

"Awoo!!"

The magma mosquito mother, hundreds of meters in size, disappeared into the mouth of the Cataclysmic Crow Master.

This moment sparked a chain reaction; the surviving red mosquitoes, as well as the dead mosquito bodies, suddenly turned into scorching magma, circling the white crow again and again in a flowing pattern.

In a mere moment, the Cataclysmic Crow Master seemed to become the sovereign of the domain of fire.

Whether it was the burning flames or the dazzling sunlight, they vied to prostrate before Them, willing to be driven on Their single command, regardless of cost or consequence.