The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1351 - 517: The Heir of the World Will

In the illusion realm, the flow of time began to accelerate again.

Hundreds and thousands of years passed before Ye Hanjun’s eyes, just in an instant.

Thirty-six "Outer Heaven Visitors," shortly after their birth, reshaped the Chaotic Mountains.

This was surely due to the merging of the primordial power from another world, causing the already strong foundation to expand again, ultimately achieving an effect where one plus one far exceeded two.

"Big Tadpole, those gray mists have dissipated, it seems they have merged into nature..."

"This seems to be the sign of the end of the Chaos Universe Element, the Nether Ancient Era is about to arrive..."

One Gua, one sword, one person, held their breath in concentration.

They finally understood why there were only thirty-six rulers in the Nether Ancient Era, without other Fetuses of God Sealing.

This cosmic element had just traversed chaos, the principles were in their infancy, and they were not stable.

The thirty-six rulers did not possess the ability to reproduce among themselves, and had no concept of "sex."

But the divine fluctuations of the rulers permeated the land, and over time, new life forms naturally emerged nearby.

The Fond Spirit ecosystem—thus expanded!

A large number of Fond Spirits, relying on the thirty-six veins, completed their first and second rounds of hatching.

And the Human Race, although they awakened authority and could contract with Fond Spirits.

However, they were in a stage of familiarizing themselves with power, crossing the river by feeling the stones, and found it difficult to achieve instant success.

Additionally, the base population of the Human Race was not large enough, requiring continuous expansion over epoch after epoch to build on their race’s rights and status through scale.

In the blink of an eye, the era that truly saw an explosive blooming was indeed the Primordial Era.

Ye Hanjun was enthralled and dazzled.

There was indeed an era when one vein had ten gods.

That was the most glorious era, where all gods waged chaotic battles, the victors became kings, the losers withdrew, and might made right.

However, the origins of the thirty-six veins quietly vanished.

They went to what was called the place of transcendence, and then the world’s will seemed to have forgotten them.

Even the outstanding ones like Ancient Evil God Sarus and Ancient Soldier God Time Drum.

They could only remember that in a more distant past there were even more ancient life forms worthy of reverence.

But when asked how strong or special they were, they found it hard to provide the most objective evaluation with practical words.

GuaGua couldn’t help mumbling:

"In the early Nether Ancient Era, the thirty-six ancestors often fought when they were young..."

"By the late Nether Ancient Era, they no longer fought, whether tired of each other or because the illusion realm couldn’t reflect their strengths..."

"Then... during the Primordial Era, the ancestors faded from the view of all heavens and ten thousand races, becoming more ancient legends."

"By then, the Human Race had completed their accumulation, and at their peak, there were around ten crown ranks, developing very well."

"But ultimately, they still became the defeated side."

"The Nine Heavenly Venerates, united and ambitious, ruthless in their means."

"Afterwards, due to the defeat in the Primordial Era, the control of the eras of Far Ancient, Near Ancient, and Newborn were all under new Heavenly Dao; even if the Human Race had crown ranks and could contract with Fond Spirits, they were merely the highest species in name. Transgress against the taboo of the Heavenly Dao, and they would be immediately sanctioned, like the dual authority of Big Tadpole..."

GuaGua slowly cleared his thoughts.

"Wow~~"

The illusion realm gradually dissipated.

In the next second, soul and body reunited, and one Gua, one sword, one person regained control over their flesh.

However, the location they found themselves in was no longer the mural area.

Ye Hanjun entered a secret realm shrouded in gray mist, where the ancient innate qi lingered around his body.

A small gray tree grew in the center, about three meters tall, with seven branches, exuding a sense of decay and weakness, puzzling to behold.

"Crack!"

A twig gently snapped off.

In a daze, Ye Hanjun saw the small tree grew taller and sturdier, like the lushest plant in a tropical rainforest, bearing fruit, seeming to have infinite life force.

However, with the development of the eras, this tree was withering.

Nether Ancient, Primordial, Far Ancient, Near Ancient, Newborn—each iteration of cosmic element saw the tree shrink by over half.

To this day, it was a flickering candle in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

"What does this tree... represent?"

GuaGua blinked his eyes, bewildered.

For some reason, seeing the tree become so frail made him feel like crying.

As this thought persisted, crystal-clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes one after another, unstoppable.

"Witness to chaos, inheritor of will, restorer of order... come."

A faint call, like rain pouring down.

Ye Hanjun followed his spiritual guidance, approached the small tree, and placed his palm on its trunk.

In an instant, a spiritual message burst into his soul like an electric wave.

"This tree... represents the strength of the world’s will and the rise and fall of all heavens and myriads of worlds?"

"In the Chaos Universe Element, before all the innate energy was distributed, the world’s intrinsic will was most concentrated..."

"After acquiring the origins from the other world, the world’s will pushed natural evolution by hibernating to fully digest..."

With a face full of gray light, Ye Hanjun eagerly sorted through the threads:

"Unfortunately, the power of the otherworld was ultimately too strong."

"While the Fond Spirit system integrated into the world, blurring distinctions."

"But with the flourishing of the Fond Spirit ecosystem and the increase in deities, the burden on the world’s body became too heavy."

"By the Primordial Era, the departure of the thirty-six veins’ origins was also partly to relieve the world’s pressure."