The internal crisis is upon us.
Within the Small World controlled by the Ascension Clan, the theory of "Ascension is a scam" spreads rapidly, with the seeds sown by Shuyan affecting the developnt plans in so parts of the Small World.
Externally, the challenge from Shuyan continues.
Facing Shuyan’s mastery of multiple legion systems, the Ascension Clan can no longer control the direction of war as it did when they first t, sweeping aside obstacles.
More dangerously, in the northwest lies the Ancient God Race of the Death Sea Domain.
This is a more terrifying force than Shuyan, following a route of elite cultivation.
The combat power of just one Champion Fighter is enough to contend with 12 elite mbers of the clan, and it is unimaginable how strong the never-before-seen mbers of the Ancient God Race might be.
Recently, three clansn were captured by the Champion Fighter and taken to the Ancient God Arena.
This act is viewed as a provocation and a test by the Ancient God Race to see how it will respond.
But now the focus of the Ascension Clan is entirely restrained by Shuyan, unable to allocate core Strength to oppose the Ancient God Race.
If this continues, the Ascension Clan will be thoroughly dragged down.
At this mont, Chi Yan closed his eyes, his consciousness swept across the Small World.
He saw those ants fooled by the "Ascension Scam" raising flags of rebellion.
And he saw outside the Ascension Clan’s island, Shuyan’s Domain legions continue to encroach upon the Ascension Clan’s territory like a tastatic bone cancer.
Further away, captured clansn were sent into the arena, Golden Battle Spears piercing their chests, blood splattering on the stage engraved with Divine Patterns.
This is an unadorned humiliation by external forces to the Ascension Clan.
Just as he laughed at the creatures of the Small World, the Law of the jungle applies to them as well.
This is an unprecedented plight for the Ascension Clan.
Recalling the years before descending upon Monster World, they were not rulers of the world, but creators.
Consciousness drifted through the river of mory, the ancestors of the Ascension Clan used flesh and blood to open nurous Small Worlds.
Bestowed Spirit Veins, sowed seeds of the Dao, sculpted the sun, moon, and stars with their own hands.
The Natural Law revered by lower world beings is rely a regulation casually written by the ancestors of the Ascension Clan.
"You regard as an Evil Demon...," Chi Yan suddenly chuckled:
"Yet forget who granted you the right to gaze upon the Starry Sky."
Chi Yan caressed the ancient crack on the throne, which was left during the battle between the First Clan Leader and the Chaos Clan.
Back then, the Ascension Clan swept through the Eight Desolate World, seen as the Creator God by the creatures of the Small World.
But now?
He traced the crack, murmuring to himself, yet a boundless rage rose within him.
"Weakness... is indeed original sin."
Chi Yan’s laughter echoed through the hall, carrying a hint of self-mockery, a hint of Madness.
At this mont, he made a decision.
For the future of the Ascension Clan, he activated the forbidden nurturing plan by the ancestors.
This trump card must be revealed.
Half a day later.
The Deciders of the Ascension Clan, summoned by Chi Yan, arrived at the hall.
At this mont, the central hall was suspended with thirty-eight dark golden seeds, pulsing like living beings, each one standing out from millions of candidates, carrying the perfect Life sequence forged from the long Evolution of the Ascension Clan.
Chi Yan sat on the throne, his gaze sweeping like a Blade towards the arriving Deciders within the clan, finally fixed on the 38 pulsating seeds in the center of the hall.
The surface of each seed, flowing with dark golden patterns, was the most primitive life code of the Ascension Clan: the parasite seeds.
"Do you all rember the origins of our clan?"
Chi Yan’s voice was deep, causing the air in the entire hall to tremble.
The Deciders were silent.
Of course, they rembered, the Ascension Clan never strengthened through Cultivation but through devouring, parasitizing, and plundering.
Turning the strong into a nurturing bed for offspring, making each generation more perfect.
This ti, the reason why Chi Yan summoned them was already explained in advance.
They all knew what would happen next and were prepared.
Chi Yan, sitting on the throne, raised his Right Hand, and a seed floated to his palm under his guidance.
At the instant the seed touched his body, the dark golden patterns on the seed suddenly erupted, like a hungry venomous snake, piercing into his skin.
The Qi-Blood body instantly tightened, revealing rapid energy trajectories, pupils shrank to needle-pin size, and the hoarse voice continued:
"Twenty thousand years ago, our clan parasitized the Chaos Clan, nurturing the first generation of Ascenders."
As he spoke, Chi Yan’s spine cracked open, new flesh rapidly growing and writhing:
"Eight thousand years ago, we parasitized the Horned Demon Clan, obtained Immortal divinity..."
"Now, the Ascension Clan has reached a critical mont of life and death." Speaking, Chi Yan opened his arms, and the remaining 37 seeds simultaneously erupted, shooting towards all the Deciders present like teors:
"For the future of the Ascension Clan, it’s ti to use ourselves as nourishnt; only we can nurture a stronger next generation...."
Faced with the incoming parasite seeds, none of the Deciders resisted, calmly accepting Leader Chi Yan’s decision.
A female Decider, pierced through the abdon by a seed, let out a shriek but soon suppressed the Suffering, resolute in appearance, enduring the pain with willpower, as dense Elental Runes surfaced beneath her skin.
"Shuyan’s War Corps will be the sharpener for our next generation." Chi Yan’s voice, tinged with Madness, resounded throughout the hall:
"When the newborn children break out, they will be nurtured in cradles made from Ancient God Race corpse remains, fostering a stronger next generation."
"In Monster World forged by blood and Law, survival is never a gift but a trophy torn out with fangs."
"Failing to beco stronger ans being reduced to at under the blade."
"For the future of the Ascension Clan, everything can be sacrificed, including ourselves."
Feeling the pain of the seeds rooting within, flesh devoured by the rapidly catalyzing seeds, yet Chi Yan’s consciousness remained unusually clear.
In a mont blurred by agony, mories surfaced of the figure like an unmovable mountain.
He was the previous Clan Leader of the Ascension Clan, that old man always loved sitting on the throne, even during war liked hovering above the throne in battle, always using a raspy voice laughingly saying:
"Boy, rember, the Ascension Clan doesn’t live through rcy; we survive by being tougher than our enemies."
Now, it’s his turn to beco that "tougher" clan leader.
The seeds spread across his spine, tearing at the body forged with Qi-Blood, yet Chi Yan was very happy.
He rembered the old clan leader’s gaze before death, lacking fear, only filled with expectation.
At that ti, he didn’t understand why one would be so happy when life was about to be extinguished.
Now, he understood.
Sweeping his gaze to the other Deciders in the hall, they too were enduring the pain of being parasitized, yet not one backed down.
Elental Runes exploded under their skin, but they tightly guarded the seeds within.
He once thought being a clan leader ant power, strength, supre command.
Now he understands more profoundly that a real leader is not the last to fall, but the first to pave the way for the clan’s future.
Turning his spine into a bridge, allowing successors to continue climbing over his back.
Thinking so, Chi Yan looked down towards his chest, a fierce smile appearing:
"Little one... devour , then surpass , and continue the New Chapter of the Ascension Clan."
In the final monts of life, Chi Yan lifted his head.
His gaze pierced through the do of the hall, looked at the vast world outside.
Countless mories flashed back like sparks in his mind.
He saw the first Ascender breaking through the Chaos corpse, saw the collapse of the Horned Demon Clan’s Divine Hall beneath the Ascension army’s feet... saw three hundred civilizations transford into the fuel for Evolution in their hands.
His gaze finally returned to the azure sky above the sea.
"This world is too large, but our endpoint has arrived... truly anticipating your performance."
As he grinned, Chi Yan’s consciousness swiftly dissipated, engulfing the entire hall in silence.
After a long ti, thirty-eight new Predators, carrying the legacy information of the deceased, tore open their flesh cocoons, their eyes blazing like Fiery Flas lit up gradually in the Darkness.
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