In the unknown lakebed space of the Realm of Desire, the strange laughter emitted by the evil eyeball was even more piercing than the sound of tal scraping.
It was clearly very pleased with itself, believing victory was within its grasp, that everything was under its control:
"rcy! For epoch after epoch, I have drifted here like a lost soul!"
"In a vast world, so close yet so far, I remained unattainable. Do you understand the tornt and torture of it?"
"Now, no divine being can stop my advancing steps!"
"You cannot, the ancestor of the Swallowing Evil Flower cannot, nor can the Seven Sins Demon God!"
The evil eyeball, licking the blood-stained tip of its tongue, cried out with a compassion for the world:
"I don’t even need to look to know that the current world is hypocritical and laughable!"
"Discarding all heresy, eliminating all dissent, only in an era where the winners set the rules, what’s the difference between apparent peace and a reflection in the water, a re flower in the mirror?"
"This dream—should have been awakened from long ago!"
"The New Era, I will restore the true form of the Ancient Evil God from the Primordial Era and incite warfare amongst all heavens!"
"If I cannot tear the current Heavenly Dao to shreds, if I cannot drag those high and mighty deities of the Primordial to the Netherworld, my will shall never perish—I swear!"
...
The spiritual fluctuations containing evil spirit sotis roared like thunder, sotis snickered like ghostly deities.
The illusory figure of rciful Ancestor, fraught with worry, sighed repeatedly.
Just as Sarus had said, to be able to delay to this mont, he had paid a price that included everything of his life.
He could do nothing, only to watch helplessly as the most terrifying evil god in history bared its sharp fangs at the people.
However, just then, a very abrupt human voice ca through, feeble as it was:
"Esteed Evil God, I beg you, spare my companion."
"Aegifura is my Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit, called forth by a Blood Pact Summoning, the bond profound, touching the very essence, and cannot be lost."
"Hmm?"
rciful Ancestor was startled.
His murky eyeballs whirled, instantly locking onto a silhouette on the ground.
He had noticed that a normal person with all limbs intact had slipped among the demons.
This was the tomb of the Seven Sins Demon God, and it made sense for the branches of the Seven Sins demons to step in.
If this person spoke with the sa tone as Sarus, then he was definitely a heretic.
In his era, he would have been beaten, and the outco would certainly be tragic.
"Human, you dare to speak with after hearing my na?"
"You should be grateful that my current state is weak and crippled, and a faint wisp of the Crown Rank’s aura from rciful Ancestor is enough to protect you from scrutinizing the divine."
Sarus’s gaze swept over as well.
Unlike rciful Ancestor, his gaze was proud, but it seed to contain a hint of sothing else.
"Evil God, in the workings of fate, did you not notice sothing different about ?"
Ye Hanjun was throwing caution to the wind.
If he could not escape certain death today, his future would vanish like a dream bubble; so he ventured to probe.
"Your body is entwined with the scents of different divinities, which I dislike."
Suddenly, Sarus’s gaze deepened, as if peering into Ye Hanjun’s very entrails.
The starrsky made of corpses, as if from the faults of the void light-years away, pressed close in an instant.
"Little Saint, you even have ans to shield from the Heavenly Dao’s order, strange, very strange..."
"My state is not full; otherwise, I would have forcefully scrutinized the cause and effect..."
"Eh? Your body also seems to have the scent of the right eye, though only as thin as a thread, but it is indeed a tangible chain of fate..."
Sarus’s eyeball slightly protruded, and the wild and excited spiritual fluctuations suddenly turned suspicious:
"I have beco sowhat interested in you."
"If you have evil thoughts and wish to communicate with , I can spare one minute of my ti to listen respectfully."
Ye Hanjun pursed his lips, looked around for a few seconds, and decided to try the tactic of polite speech followed by force:
"I am Ye Hanjun, from the Ming Lamp Night Clan. Do you have any mories related to this?"
"Ghost Lamp? Night Clan?"
Sarus thought hard:
"I have heard of Ghost Lamp, one of the Seven Abysses."
"Night Clan, presumably is a newer family from these three Cosmic Eras; I do not know them."
Ye Hanjun muttered to himself: "It seems... you and your other half, the Demigod, have different systems of knowledge."
"Oh? You have seen my right eye? That’s interesting." Sarus’s interest piqued, he patiently waited for more.
"..."
Ye Hanjun secretly pinched his sleeve and suddenly fell silent.
He had thought there was only one Ancient Evil God Sarus.
His father received the evil skill of ascension to Crown Rank from him, verifying the "Womb Death God," but only had the power for one battle.
In the end, his fate was rely to beco a sacrifice, helping it escape death and be resurrected.
Who would have thought, today, he would witness a completely different secret.
Sarus seed to be divided into two, with each body possessing different fates.
The one his father made the evil deal with was likely just the right eye.
Back then, his father had confidently claid that he demanded extra conditions from Evil God Sarus, such as, even if the Evil God was resurrected, he must not intervene in the native beings of the Ghost Lamp Abyss; if the father helped the Evil God revive, then the Evil God could not beco an enemy of the Ming Lamp Night Clan.
— Ye Hanjun had always been worried: would an evil god really keep his promise?
Now this sense of crisis intensified, as this left eye above had only a vague understanding of the right eye’s affairs.
Just now, if not for the Phantom Body of rciful Ancestor and his own ability to protect his life.
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