The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1270 - 483: Eighteen-Winged Angelic Canon_2

"Giant Valley has restrained its people for these two epochs, no longer waging wars like in the Near Ancient Era, finally settling down."

"How come upon reaching Gold God Mountain, they still wish to provoke us deliberately?"

The spiritual fluctuation of the Miemeng Divine Bird began to mix with a trace of scrutiny.

Hercules, seemingly oblivious, cheerfully said:

"No way around it, our boss, when he was young, got rubbed into the ground by the Giant Clan and nearly lost his life."

"The unusual low profile of Giant Valley this Cosmic Era, who knows if it’s because their ancestors have kicked the bucket."

"If that’s really the case, why not seize the opportunity to bring them down? Waiting for a new God of Giants to emerge would just be looking for trouble, wouldn’t it?"

"In that case... let me think it over."

The response from the Miemeng Divine Bird was exceedingly diplomatic.

"Alrighty, once you’ve made up your mind, tell me, and I’ll go back and inform the boss!"

The Hercules of the Savage lineage is probably innately slow-witted.

He completely missed the subtext and actually sat down cheerfully on the ground, looking like he would patiently wait.

"What an idiot..."

Ye Liuying was left speechless and couldn’t help but mock:

"Planning warfare between Divine Clans, and to do so out in the open, is the Divine Trace Lineage of the Savage lineage all muscle in their heads?"

"Even if the Miemeng Divine Bird has some thoughts, it wouldn’t dare to agree right away in front of so many Divine Clans."

"Just by thinking with one’s toes, one knows that this is a matter that should be schemed in secret."

"If the rumors spread before any action is taken, wouldn’t Giant Valley have ample time to prepare for battle?"

Ye Yin lowered his head and considered:

"I had heard that Hercules and the God of Giants have a tangled grievance, but there has never been concrete evidence to prove it."

"With new species continuously emerging in the Second Epoch of the New Era, old powerful clans will always be replaced. As one of the most representative mythological groups in All Heavens, could the Giant Clan really face extinction?"

"Difficult."

Ye Hanjun disagreed:

"The low profile of the Giant Clan suggests they indeed have encountered some thorny issues."

"Yet Hercules is also a deity in charge of power, trying to defeat the God of Giants in the same realm is not an easy task at any measure."

"Furthermore, initiating a clan war to conduct elimination-style attacks, without two equally powerful helps, Hercules doesn’t stand half a chance."

"Ahem! This is the Heavenly Gods Banquet, let’s not start with such talk! All this fighting and killing, the atmosphere is too tense!"

The Sixteen-star Beetle King, moving its limbs, suddenly bowed towards the Wang Family:

"Our Giant Kun Valley has heard that the Heavenly Realm has a ruler, and we’ve come to offer congratulations."

"Gods above, please look over this gift list, all are high-clans saint insect essences and divine insect exuviae; even the Feather Clan cannot help but like them."

Accordingly, a scroll floated toward the Miemeng Divine Bird.

After a glance, it was passed to Miemeng Qin’s hands:

"Qin, take note of everything."

"For those who made the arduous journey to the Heavenly Realm, I acknowledge the friendly intentions within."

"Once the Heavenly Realm is stabilized, the Miemeng Clan will surely pay each a visit in turn, no need for further thanks at this time."

"Where! Xiaochong is too frightened."

The Sixteen-star Beetle King, as if granted the highest praise, hastily returned to its seat.

"On behalf of Wooden God Mountain, I congratulate the God’s ascension."

"Representing the Cloud Sea, I offer blessings to the God..."

Ling Yao from Wooden God Mountain, Ling Shuo, the Cloud Witch Goddess, the Light Witch Goddess... Delegates of Divine Clans with the privilege of sitting inside the inner circle, consecutively offered treasures.

To which, Miemeng Divine Bird still gave the basic courtesy and response.

However, when the Holy King’s family from the middle circle stepped forward one by one to pay respects.

It stopped speaking, at most emitting a faint snort, treating them quite differently from before.

"Such a mighty God, with an indistinct appearance, yet one can feel an unmatched divine aura!"

"Hehe, I too have now seen a God of the Feather Clan. Once rejected by Fire God Mountain, today I have pledged allegiance to the Miemeng Clan – we are all of the Feather Clan, surely there must be some affection, right?"

Pi Fang, Tiangou (Heavenly Dog), Zhongming Bird, Ghost Bird, Blue Phoenix... One after another, splendidly colored Avian Creatures queued to meet the God.

Ye Hanjun stood fast.

His seat was at the very back, with the Holy Clan nearby trying to squeeze forward, immediately glared down by those ahead, not even allowed to pay respects.

Then, at that moment, Ye Hanjun saw, Qingrong—who had been sitting decently upright—suddenly stood up.

"Whoo~~~"

Milk-white Holy Light brushed across the faces of all, six pristine white wings spread to either side, the Holy Angel with a wingspan of about twenty meters became the center of attention in the entire room.

"It’s her, the representative Holy Angel who has submitted to the God..."

"Tsk, the Angel Clan is too beautiful for their own good, so unreal that even the most vicious criminal would not harbor sinful thoughts with such a pure aura..."

The Saints and Holy Birds who had already paid homage to the Miemeng Divine Bird had varying expressions.

Of those, two-thirds were making fun.

Once upon a time, the Angels represented the supreme race of the Heavenly Realm, but now they’ve declined to this extent.

All Divine Angels have fallen, and the few remaining Holy Angels must kneel before their enemy and follow their command.

Some natives of the Heavenly Realm are filled with mixed emotions.

Others rejoice in the misfortune.

They enjoy hearing stories of prosperity turning to decay; given the opportunity to kick someone when they’re down, how could they resist?

"Aren’t the Angel Clan fond of not touching the ground? Why are they stepping on it now?"

"Although the floor is well-swept, it just feels to me that, this doesn’t match the image of high and mighty Angels, hahaha..."

The mockers, the noisy ones, those with pity, the light sighers, the calm ones—different emotions imprinted different flavors.