assistirfilmes Chapter 1326 - 504: Divine Shit_2
Chapter 1326 - 504: Divine Shit_2
"Considering your elements and abilities, you surely would have thrived had you not waded into muddy waters."
"Why then assail the Red Dust with the stature of the Holy Clan, to confront a Divine Trace Lineage such as the Clown Clan?"
"Ancestor Ye, you are unaware!"
Yao Guang General·Yao Xin got back down on the ground and respectfully said:
"Our ancestral teachings state, ’in life we are the beasts of the Ye Clan; in death, we are its spirits."
"Our dwelling outside the Ghost Lamp is but a covert lying in wait, outwardly shedding the title of Ye Clan’s vassals, in truth, it is to better gather intelligence!"
"Once the Ye Clan has need, we can immediately march forth, unflinchingly offer our heads and spill our blood—fearless of all!"
"The Ye Clan will never forget this favor."
Ye Hanjun clasped his hands to his chest, bowed deeply, and heaved a long sigh.
Shura’s Tomb, Holy Spirit Marks.
GuaGua once accepted the power of ’Yao’, receiving her blessing.
Now, seeing her descendants in such pitiable states, how could his heart not be filled with guilt?
"Ancestor Ye, in this half epoch, there have been many former Ye Clan vassals like the Clan Yao Guang, united in their hatred, disturbing the peace of the Abyss of the Red Dust overtly and covertly."
"Then... there are also Yushi Clan members who, for various reasons, were carelessly captured by the Clown Clan."
Yao Guang General·Yao Xin, pointing at the door leading to the next level, sighed softly:
"As the ’prime culprits’ of the Red Dust’s decline, all those related to the Ye Clan have met with terrible fates, especially those bearing the Ye surname, subjected to unimaginable torture..."
"Ancestor Ye, take their remains with you, and one day bring them back to the Ghost Lamp Abyss."
"Their only wish in life was to see the Ghost Lamp Abyss flourish, and as long as it wasn’t in a pool of blood, they were willing to lay down their lives..."
"...Very well."
The reticent Ye Hanjun moved towards the next level.
This time, his steps were even slower.
In his perception, though there were survivors in the world, compared to the perished and tortured, they were clearly on a different scale.
"Crack! Crack!"
Huazhu and Yao Xin carefully collected bones.
GuaGua charged ahead, tasked with using healing skills to awaken the consciousness of the few survivors.
"Clatter!"
Ye Hanjun came to a halt in front of a cluster of bones, silent as a stone sculpture, saying nothing.
It was a half-decomposed human skeleton, its face unrecognizable, but that remarkably imposing stature, and the faintly familiar pulse of bloodline, who else could it be if not Ye Buchun?
"Ah, I never expected you to die here..."
"A once Sealing King, yet to achieve sainthood, perishing in the Blood Red..."
Ye Hanjun closed his eyes; the memory of the once invincible ’Iron Chain Butcher’ ending in such a manner seemed rather absurd.
But if Ye Mochou was dead, with strength and potential inferior to his, a Sealing King perishing at the hands of an enemy clan, how could it not be real?
"Big Tadpole, there are more than three hundred skeletons here, twelve surviving humans, twenty Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, none in immediate mortal danger..."
After a while, GuaGua came over to report and quietly added:
"It appears that a great number of them are the descendants of Ye Buchun..."
"Ye Buchun spread his branches wide as a Ye’s Sealing King, but the Clown Clan discovered it, nearly wiping them out in one fell swoop, so unlucky..."
"Leave it to Ye Yin; he will make proper arrangements."
Ye Hanjun opened his eyes, emotions hidden, and stated with iron-blooded mercilessness:
"We shall make a brief stay in the Abyss of the Red Dust, and eradicate the Clown Clan and Clan Yinma."
"For those tribes who were friendly with Ye Clan’s vassals, we shall bestow supplies; we will also fully assist the related injured."
"Additionally, continue investigating the whereabouts of Ye Lingwu, Ye Buyi, Ye Chun, and others; if we find Yushi Clan people struggling to survive, directly move them to reside in the Realm of Desire."
"Once we slay the Inferior Earth Emperor, immediately spread the news that the Ming Lamp Night Clan has been established by the Grey Sun God Church."
"All clanspeople lost abroad have the right to know that the Ming Lamp Night Clan is no longer humble; the glory can continue, blood feuds can be resolved, and the surname of the Night — untarnishable."
"Okay da!"
GuaGua nodded like pounding garlic, remembering it all, carrying it out methodically.
...
New Era, Second Epoch, year 4702, Inferior Earth Abyss.
Upon arriving at this grand world via an ancient teleportation array, Ye Hanjun instinctively furrowed his brow.
In an age where the Solar Abyss lies tranquil, the Ice Calm Abyss eternally frozen, and the Floating Light Abyss all but vanished, whether in territorial span or possessed resources, Inferior Earth Abyss is known to the world as the foremost among the four abysses.
Yet, the scene that meets his eyes now is one of corpses strewn across the ground, brown blood flowing long, vegetation withering en masse, and mountains collapsing in clusters.
The desolate land seemed devoid of any life, and even the sky was a dismal white, with not a single bird in sight.
"The situation is somewhat tricky..."
Ye Chengfeng slowly emerged from the shadows, his expression uncommonly solemn:
"The great cessation of vitality, such egregious acts, are bound to infuriate the Heavenly Dao."
"The Inferior Earth Emperor must be more deranged than we imagined, forsaking a whole abyss, thoroughly contaminating it with Law Pollution; could it be that He has connections with the Calamity God or the Evil God? No, we must kill Him sooner rather than later, this nuisance cannot be allowed to persist!"
"Can the Chengfeng Ancestor pinpoint His location?"
Ye Hanjun asked, turning his head to the side.
"I’ll give it a try."
Ye Chengfeng didn’t beat around the bush, the divine fluctuations sweeping like a hurricane as he attentively sensed and then moved in a certain direction.
"Rumble rumble—"
Ye Hanjun followed on his Sword Flight, closely behind.
After about a day and a night, a mountain 100,000 meters tall caught the attention of the two of them.
"Strong divine energy fluctuations, He stayed here for a period."
Ye Chengfeng descended halfway up the mountain, where there was a cave with a winding path that led to mystery. Deep inside, it seemed something profound was formed, occasionally giving birth to murky mists.
"Boom!"
Ye Chengfeng waved his robe, striking with Brute Force to forcibly enter the belly of the mountain.
Suddenly, He raised His eyebrows, and His face twitched twice as He muttered a curse.
Protected by Ye Chengfeng’s divine power, Ye Hanjun did not smell the polluted air.
He stepped into the heart of the mountain and saw the so-called profound thing, his mouth twisting in speechlessness.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
It was a pile of excrement, humanoid feces, gigantic in size.
Ye Hanjun could not discern whether the producer was a Corrupt Demon Minister or a Tainted Demon God.
But he could recognize that this pile of excrement must have existed for quite some time.
When it was still somewhat malleable, someone had deliberately molded it into the shape of a human, with an Emperor’s Crown on its head, standing like a tree, holding a Treasure Seal, commanding respect without anger.
This was clearly the widely disseminated image of the Inferior Earth Emperor, suspected from His vigorous middle age, with dragon-like eyes and a tiger-like gaze, truly majestic.
Who could have left this behind? To mold a figure out of feces, what was their intention?
"The Inferior Earth Emperor came to visit..."
"This damned Emperor, touring His own territory? And by the way, massacred His own subjects?"
Ye Chengfeng scrutinized the eight large characters behind the fecal sculpture, falling into contemplation.
"Grandpa Chengfeng, what do you think?!"
GuaGua, holding back the idea of initiating "Super Purification," secretly asked.
"I don’t know, impossible to understand what He is thinking."
Ye Chengfeng pinched His nose, expressing extreme dislike:
"The one who defecated this, eats pretty well; the poop contains a large amount of Life Energy."
"However, this life cannot be naturally absorbed. The pollution force within it, if thrown into the Realm of Desire, could devastate a kingdom’s territory. Such disgusting and troublesome pollutants, this is the first time I’ve seen one—truly an eye-opener."
"Should we collect a bit for little Fly? "
GuaGua whimsically suggested:
"It practices the path of bacterial cultivation, and among the Great Completion practitioners in this field, besides Disaster Beasts, there is the Inferior Earth Emperor."
"If it had a bit of Divine Shit to aid its cultivation, might it make a breakthrough and leapfrog the barrier of a Demigod?"
"Hmm... Thank you on behalf of Fly Moon, but perhaps not?"
Ye Hanjun stopped GuaGua, persuasively saying:
"This thing isn’t something that Holy Kings can deal with—except for Inferior Earth and His Contracted Divine Spirits, it’s toxic to all other beings. Don’t believe me? Go ahead and try to purify it, the effect will certainly be poor."
"Pff!"
Little GuaGua was brave and fierce, actually initiating "Super Purification" to attempt to break down the polluted substance inside the Divine Shit.
But after activating the skill ten times, causing itself to break into a light sweat, the Divine Shit sculpture of the Great Emperor still maintained its elegant pose, with virtually no change.
"Damn it, once I achieve Divine Enthronement, I’ll definitely purify it completely!"
Little GuaGua puffed up its cheeks at the fecal figure, both disgusted and nauseated. Shortly after, it heaved on the side while fleeing towards the cave’s entrance:
"The play-dough Emperor, is His mental state cause for concern! "
"Big Tadpole, Grandpa Chengfeng, let’s get going. We must find His real body and deal with it. I don’t want, when the Ghost Lamp is unsealed, for the sky to rain down with poop granules, making the Abyss filthy... that would be too miserable!"