Chapter 1367: Chapter 524: Welcome the Ghost Lamp Guardian God! _2

The third rumbling came from Without-Sun City.

But strangely, it was not witnessed by any Blood Witch Goddess.

"The fourth bow to the Deep Black Wheel, the mighty Boundary Beast; in life it protected our clan, in death it burned its remains. Without it, we would have no soil to nurture and rest, forever wandering!"

Hovering in the air, Ye Shu watched as the dark masses bowed once again. Thinking of the next person to be mentioned, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled:

"The fifth bow to Godslayer Asura, Ye Hanjun!"

"As the 72nd Young Emperor of our clan, he should not have participated in the highest tier battles!"

"But feeling hopeless in achieving further breakthrough, he wielded the Divine Bow, summoned lightning, and ultimately killed the Red Dust Lord, Jester Emperor, dying together with him!"

"Such heaven-defying feats dominate all heavens, and no one in future generations could break it!"

"He is your brother, and also your predecessor. You bask in the glow of the Nether Moon and live peacefully for ten thousand years thanks to his irremovable contributions!"

"Bang!"

This time, including Ye Ming, five emperors saluted with fervent eyes, paying their respects thoroughly.

The Ancestor Asura, Shitian Ancestor, Blood Witch God—these Crown Ranks, Divine Thrones, are too far from them.

But to overthrow such beings, swopping a mortal body for the Hell Demon God’s Cold Monarch Ancestor—how could one overlook such a miraculous figure?

Ye Ming, Ye Duo, Ye Yin, Ye Guishan, Ye Judao—whether high-ranking saints or fledgling novices.

In their storage rings, the complete collection of Cold Monarch Ancestor’s picture books and biographies remains to this day, detailing his legendary from childhood to adulthood. Instead of diminishing, the unique sentiment grows stronger and ever denser.

"An emperor...must be like the Cold Monarch Ancestor!"

"Not seeking survival equal to the heavens, but to die slaying gods, such honor...commands our respect!"

Ye Guishan sprawled on the ground, forehead pressed to the earth, seemingly trying to feel the battle traces of the clan’s idol who once fought here.

"It is said he also had a sister, pursuing opportunities as part of the Death Sect."

"May she survive to witness with her own eyes the continuation of our clan’s immortality!"

Ye Judao’s right arm turned into a blood blade, stabbing into the rock, his aura surging:

"Damn it... If we were older, allowing us more time to grow into higher realms, facing the current predicament, we wouldn’t be so helpless..."

On the altar, Ye Shu waited a few seconds until the fervent noise faded, induced by Ye Hanjun’s mention, before continuing:

"The sixth bow to the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk Lineage..."

"The seventh bow to the ancestors..."

"The eighth bow to the Guardian Holy Spirit..."

"The ninth bow...not to the heavens, but to the Ghost Lamp! To the Nether Moon!"

"This is our soil, carefully nurtured for 130,000 years!"

"The enemy clans daring to covet the Ghost Lamp, the deities attempting our annihilation... When the Ghost Lamp unseals, they shall have no return!"

Ye Shu showed rare dominance, suddenly kneeling on the back of a fish, bowing to the altar:

"Open the coffin, welcome Ancient Saints!"

"Roaring——"

The altar, spanning thousands of acres, cracked with countless fissures, and from these cracks emerged chilling winds.

One after another, strangely shaped coffins arose, from which burst forth overwhelming saintly power, covering the sky and the earth.

"It’s the sealed Mr. Ye Saints! Guardian Holy Spirits!"

A relatively young elder, face flushed with excitement, exclaimed:

"They were troubled by limited lifespans, knowing no progression further, not long after the Ghost Lamp fell, they sealed themselves!"

"Not for themselves, but for the clan to have more high-grade combat power upon unsealing; no matter who attacks, without sparing the last drop of blood, never surrender!"

Ye Ming, Ye Duo, Ye Yin, Ye Guishan, Ye Judao—lifted their heads, eyes lit with frenzy.

SS-Rank Holy Slaughter Master Ye Ying, Young Emperor of the Near Ancient Cosmos Ninth Epoch, attained Saint Fruit Position in the Tenth Epoch, proficient in commanding soldiers, capable of slaying a demigod at his peak!

S-Rank True Word Order Master Ye Tieqi, saint of the Near Ancient Cosmos Ninth Epoch, proficient in verbal killing, every word can annihilate souls!

And Ye Ni, Ye Qiangwei, Ye Xuanren... The strongest among them all neared the pinnacle of the Holy King’s limit.

Though seemingly withered, aged pathetically.

But they yet live, they’re the Mr. Ye’s Saints, Guardians of the Ghost Lamp Abyss, possessing bloodline heritage, bearing burdens time after time!

"Salute to Saint Ye!"

Without-Sun City, countless voices hoarsened in unison.

However, the hunched-over Ye Ying, at the first moment, looked towards Ye Roufeng:

"Rou’er, how is the situation?"

"That child from back then, has he attained godhood?"

From the coffin emerged the elders, silent beasts, all with cloudy eyes, all awaiting Ye Roufeng’s response.

"Not yet."

Ye Roufeng bowed slightly, and before disappointment could spread among the numerous elders, he softly spoke:

"Ten thousand years is too soon."

"Relying solely on himself, breaking through to demigod and starting to refine his divinity, is already his limit."

"However, with the great calamity returning, the Blood Witch Divine Son Wu Ye, exhausting much of his life span, has entered the Blood Witch Divine Array, drawing the blood of his clan to forcibly refine his divinity."

"Now, I invite the ancient saints of the Ye Clan to together witness... the birth of the new god of the Ghost Lamp!"

Ye Roufeng raised his arm, summoning a whirlwind that dispersed the mist in the firmament.

Beyond the Nether Moon floated a blood cloud, seemingly adorning the night sky, but in reality, it blazed so brilliantly that it was unbearable to look at directly.

"Welcome the Guardian God of the Ghost Lamp!"

Ye Shu bowed his head, his posture upright.

"Welcome the Guardian God of the Ghost Lamp!"

Behind a cover, the Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuangui beamed with a smile.

"Although at first, I thought she would be a daughter, but he was born a son, which was a significant difference..."

"But after so many years, I should have come to terms with it..."

Within the blood cloud, a rather conspicuous Vampire Prince, despite his pallor, couldn’t hide the grin at the corner of his mouth:

"The genes of my Clan of Vampires are this strong, I am the father of a divine enthronement, mighty indeed..."

"My boy, you are the savior, quickly open your eyes and reveal your majesty!"

"Swoosh!!"

The blood cloud dissipated, and the weak Blood Witch Goddesses fell vertically.

In an instant, a river of blood streaked through the sky, catching all the witches and obscuring most of the light from the three moons.

"My divine name... Blood Witch Divine King?"

"Half Blood Clan, half Witch Clan, the ultimate evolution, so this is how it is..."

A blood silhouette sitting cross-legged within the river of blood, towering like a mountain, exuding divine power that enveloped a hundred thousand miles.

Ye Roufeng—the light in his eyes condensed, and the frost between his brows thawed a little.

Ye Ying, Ye Ni, Ye Qiangwei and other ancient saints of the Ye Clan, leaning on their canes, slightly trembling:

"Good... very good!"

"After the Blood Witch God, there is now a new heir to the law of blood!"

"The Blood Witch Goddesses and our Ming Lamp Night Clan are now one, inseparable!"

On the ground, the Guardian Holy Spirits like the electro-tongs dragon centipede and snake-haired gorgon were more excited than ever:

"Hahaha, the Ghost Lamp has another god!"

"Even if the clan members outside can’t offer us strong support, we now have the strength to resist, unafraid of any divine enthronement!"

"Is there any Upper Divine Skill?"

Ye Ying, who was more cautious, suppressed his joy and asked seriously.

A single divine enthronement is not enough; without Upper Divine Skills, they would still be beaten badly by the old deities.

"One Upper Divine Skill, three Divine Mysteries."

Renamed as "Blood Witch Divine King," Wu Ye did not show arrogance typical of a superior, his eyes only gleaming with faint confidence.

"Though a newly ascended god, in one-on-one combat, I am truly unafraid."

He muttered to himself, looked at the sky, and the blood river momentarily supported the heavens, reconstructing a new defense system:

"The Clock of the Era is about to ring."

"Perhaps one god may not stand against many enemies."

"But the Ghost Lamp is also my homeland, and any invader must pass through me first."

"Come, let me experience the power of the supreme leaders of all heavens and ten thousand races, and see how many I can slay with my might..."