The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 891 - 356: Descent of the Deity, Light Witch God!

In an instant, a chill rose from beneath his feet, churning its way to his skull.

Bertnar squinted, his fingers unnaturally clutching, as blood-red goosebumps appeared on his chest and back.

He had tangled with Witch Yundie for a long time, believing she was an experienced Supreme Saint nearing Perfection, with profound witchcraft and skilled techniques, difficult to predict.

But that was just her apparent strength. Witch Yundie had been playing him all along, toying with him like one would toy with a monkey. Even if the fight turned heaven and earth upside down, victory could never be his.

"Great Witch... are you a False God?"

"Just like the Guangqing Divine Maiden of the Guangwu Clan... have you reached the realm of the False God... about to transcend the Supreme Saint... and contend for Divine Enthronement?"

The surviving Cloud Witch Goddess asked, her pupils mixed with shock and horror, her body trembling.

"Yes."

Witch Yundie slowly rose from the ground, her ethereal witch body becoming more tangible, her chaotic life force gradually stabilizing.

Her body exuded an ancient aura reminiscent of prehistoric creatures, as if she was an old creature sealed under miles of ice, reigniting the fire of life, possessing a brand new life field.

At that moment, the Ghost Lamp Abyss, which should have been shrouded in darkness, was clear and washed with blue skies.

In this rare scene, Witch Yundie soared into the air, her skirt fluttering and sleeves waving, embodying a beauty and pride that dominated the skies, shining brightly and reflecting into the hearts of every being in the battlefield.

"Our clan... also has a False God now..."

"Since the fall of our first ancestor, our clan has been downtrodden, even carrying the name of Divine Trace Lineage, many Holy Spirits see us as food, toys, attempting to touch and defile..."

The surviving Cloud Witch Goddess, overcome with emotion, knelt on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears, dropping clear and pearl-like.

"Heaven has not abandoned our Cloud Witch Lineage, heaven has not abandoned our Cloud Witch Lineage!"

"Witch Yundie, having withstood the strongest strike of the dragon surge, this place shall become yours to command, to farm, to cover with clouds and rain, with no taboo!"

"Witch Yundie!"

Light Witch Goddess Wu Guanglin, her neck stiff, her eyes shining with a golden light nearly ablaze:

"Hiding strength, always following the will of our clan, has always been a posture of submission!"

"To think obedience was false, harboring malicious intentions was true!"

"You clearly wanted our clan to be the main force in the assault, whether it’s turning against us at a critical moment, or like now, using our hands to take on the backlash from both the Ye Clan and the Blood Witch Clan, reducing both sides’ living forces, you would become the final winner!"

Light Witch Goddess Wu Guangjing, her face flushed red, her roaring voice even more deafening:

"Witch Yundie! You dare to betray our Guangwu Clan, leading to the death of our Half-Step Deity?!"

"Do you know—our ancestor has not yet perished, no matter how old, He is still a true deity, capable of annihilating your entire clan with a flip of His hand!"

"The Light Witch God is already old."

The several Light Witch Goddesses staring at her, Witch Yundie, unphased on her face, casually said:

"Just as the Blood Witch Clan described, He has aged to the point of stench, long having lost His peak conditions."

"You see, He doesn’t even dare to descend to the Ghost Lamp Abyss, unwilling to bear even a slight cost, fearing it would affect His scarce lifespan."

"Like this, your clan still wants a dual god era?"

"Remembering the past, when our ancestor was willing to relinquish divinity after His demise, it was also to ensure the survival of the Cloud Witch lineage, having signed a defensive and offensive alliance with the then not yet deified Light Witch God."

"However, over these years, the Light Witch God has long forgotten those words once said, dominating the Cloud Sea, treating us as maidservants, summoned and dismissed at will, an attitude of arrogance and contempt, repugnant to the witches."

Witch Yundie, looking down disdainfully at the Light Witch Goddess below her, her tone arrogant and resentful, nothing surpassing her triumph:

"That old thing, once knelt in the temple of our clan, swearing solemnly."

"Once achieving divinity, He would definitely assist the Cloud Witch lineage, cultivate a False God, and then find another divinity, to achieve a transfer and succession of power."

"Now the opportunity is in front of us, yet He is solely minded to monopolize, any premature exposure of my False God realm within the Cloud Sea, He would annihilate my entire Cloud Witch lineage."

"How so? After all my arduous patience, do you unenlightened juniors, reaping where you did not sow, still harbor resentment in your hearts?"

"Your clan’s glory is completely built on the charity of our ancestor, the unfaithful and ungrateful are you, do not throw your filth onto me!"

"Once I become a deity, I rather want to see if that long-proven old thing’s cunning methods outweigh the influence and authority of me, the radiantly rejuvenated new god!"

"The ruler’s position in the Cloud Sea belonged to my Cloud Witch Lineage in the past; in the Second Epoch of the New Era, it must return!"

Witch Yundie’s intense gaze suddenly turned towards Ye Hanjun and Bertnar, and Wu Xuelu, who lay dying in a pool of blood:

"Ye Clan, the Prince of the Clan of Vampires, the acting Clan Leader of the Blood Witch Clan."

"I don’t want to waste words with you, hand over the divine corpse, and I’ll let you die swiftly!"

"Continue to delay, and I will level the entire Blood Witch Ancestral Land, while letting you experience the top ten tortures of the Near Ancient Era Cloud Sea!"

"Coincidentally, I also know a thing or two about the top ten tortures of the Near Ancient Era Cloud Sea."

In the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, where the sky was clear, suddenly a beam of light fell.

A celestial figure, blurry and flickering, gradually took shape under the illumination of the light.

Witch Yundie’s eyebrows furrowed sharply, immediately wielding her scepter, summoning millions of white clouds to block and prevent the light’s convergence.