"For the sake of the Sorcerer Race, please calm down!"
The Sorcerer Race knelt down, no longer daring to go against the Second Sorcerer God.
"Ancestor, please calm down. The appearance of this child is too sudden, and it is normal for the race to find it hard to accept. Whether or not he is qualified for the position of Sorcerer God remains to be seen. I believe that the Clan Elder and the other Clan Elders have no ill intentions and are not purposely going against you." Ling Shaoyu also knelt down and respectfully advised.
"Alright, today I will let you see whether or not he can get the approval of Father God," the Second Sorcerer God said in a low voice.
The Second Sorcerer God grabbed Desolate Lord Ye from Wu Qingqing's hand and pulled him into his bosom. He directly inserted the supreme source into Desolate Lord Ye's sea of consciousness and then formed a seal with his palms. The Sorcerer God's power was vast and mighty, helping Desolate Lord Ye to absorb the supreme source, allowing the two to merge into one.
Fighting for the supreme source meant certain death. This was the curse of the Paramount God, and no one could escape from it. However, as the son of the Sorcerer God, the Second Sorcerer God understood this curse too well. He could completely dissolve the ruthless curse of the supreme source.
The golden supreme source did not devour Desolate Lord Ye, instead, it took the initiative to wrap around his soul and merge into one.
At this moment, Desolate Lord Ye's body was emitting golden light in all directions, and his supreme aura pervaded the air. It was denser than any other Divine Son's supreme aura. Wu Yan was ashamed of his inferiority, and Mo Li was also shocked.
Coiling Tiger, Ji Tian Shen, Martial King Wu Wang, Sky Overlord, and the others' expressions greatly changed at the same time. They could only see Desolate Lord Ye's body flying into the air and leaving the Second Sorcerer God's embrace.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! His small body emitted rays of light, and his divine robe fluttered in the wind. His big round eyes looked disdainfully at everyone, as if the Paramount God had personally descended to look down on his subjects. A tyrannical aura enveloped the ancestral land for a thousand miles.
Whoosh!
Desolate Lord Ye's body suddenly shifted to the side and rushed towards the huge statue outside of the Sorcerer God's Palace. It was involuntary and uncontrollable, as if the statue was erupting with divine power to forcibly take him away.
"Ah! Father, save me!" Desolate Lord Ye shouted, directly destroying his supreme aura. after all, a child was still a child.
Ye Qinghan squinted his eyes and stared at the statue but did not make a move............ this statue had gathered the faith power of the Sorcerer God for countless years, and already had its own, it was already, to fight. to fight.
Whoosh — — —
A beam of divine light shot into the sky like an upside-down waterfall, shattering the clouds.
Boom!
The Sorcerer God statue seemed to have come alive. It even gave people the illusion that its arm was moving and its palm was sucking in the young Desolate Lord Ye.
The power of faith roared out from the palm of the sculpture. Waves of faith surged out and wantonly rushed out, wrapping Desolate Lord Ye tightly. Inside, Desolate Lord Ye fainted. The power of faith converged into a river, rushing into his sea of consciousness. After converging into his sea of consciousness, the Primal Chaos Energy between heaven and earth suddenly went out of control, converging into twelve long dragons, all rushing into his body.
Hiss — — —
"The Ancestor God has appeared!"
"Heavens, the Ancestral God statue is actually alive!"
The Sorcerer Tribesmen were terrified. They all knelt on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads.
The Serpent Serpent was stupefied. This was the aura of the Sorcerer God from all those years ago. He couldn't help but fall to his knees. In the face of a Paramount God, even the most powerful giant god was nothing more than an ant. A single thought from the Sorcerer God could cripple the most powerful giant god!
Boom!
On the martial arts field, the people from the other Holy Lands also knelt, including Youshen and Mo Li. This supreme aura was too strong, as if a real Paramount God had appeared.
The Second Sorcerer God didn't expect Desolate Lord Ye to cause such a huge reaction from the sculpture. He was both surprised and happy, not knowing what to do for a moment.
This was the Sorcerer God's godly spirit, formed from the power of faith. It wasn't a real Paramount God. The Second Sorcerer God was the clearest. At this moment, he knew that the Ancestor God was changing Desolate Lord Ye's soul and sea of consciousness, as well as creating the Paramount Godhead.
Ye Qinghan was also stunned. This child's talent was obviously heaven-defying, but now it was beyond his imagination. Desolate Lord Ye had clearly obtained the recognition of the Sorcerer Race's Ancestor God. This was something that no one had been able to do until now. Not even the Ancestor God after the third generation of the Sorcerer Race, including Wu Jiang!
The eyes of the Twelve Divine Sons and Divine Daughters of the Sorcerer Race, as well as the Clan Elders of the various major inheritances, were filled with fear. Their reverence for the Sorcerer God was deeply rooted. No one dared to go against the will of the Sorcerer God, let alone the Ancestor God!
At this moment, Desolate Lord Ye's sea of consciousness was filled with the power of faith. It was inexhaustible, constantly condensing, refining, and combining with the divine power, it formed a huge golden Godhead. The Godhead was wrapped in the Supreme Origin, and it was even purer than Emperor Ye's Paramount Godhead. The veins on it were perfect to the extreme.
This was the Sorcerer God's Paramount Godhead, surrounded by the Five Elements Godheads, as if they were protectors protecting the Paramount Godhead.
The Five Elements Godheads, in addition to the Giant Dragon Godhead, were formed at almost the same time. Each of the Godheads was of the highest grade, similar to the Godhead in Ye Qinghan's body that had been refined for ten thousand years. Especially the Paramount Godhead, it had surpassed all other Godheads, and was even more perfect than the Sorcerer God's Paramount Godhead.
Subsequently, a huge amount of Primal Chaos and Power of Faith began to form the Five Elements Dao Body, absorbing all the Five Elements and Ten Thousand Laws in the world. The Nine Revolutions Chaos Dao Body was slowly condensing.
This was the real Sorcerer God! A Paramount God like the Ancestor God!
Ye Qinghan had wasted ten thousand years of bitter cultivation, but it was not as good as Desolate Lord Ye's opportunity! If there were no accidents, Desolate Lord Ye would form the real Nine Revolutions Chaos Dao Body.
Wu Jiang's eyes almost popped out. He had never seen such a scene before. Even the Sixth Sorcerer God was unable to communicate with the sculpture. However, the treatment that Desolate Lord Ye was receiving now was not something he could compare to.
At this moment, the Sorcerer Race's three hundred Great Divine Arts and three thousand six hundred Lesser Divine Arts continuously appeared in Desolate Lord Ye's sea of consciousness. The Ten Thousand Laws' profundities were revealed in time and space, difficult to understand. Even a monster like Ye Qinghan would not be able to understand it in a short period of time. Furthermore, if one stared at it for a long time, their eyes would hurt, and their souls would be exhausted. Their eyes would involuntarily close, and they would fall asleep.
Ye Qinghan stared at Desolate Lord Ye, wanting to see the process of the Nine Revolutions Chaos Dao Body's formation clearly. However, the Sorcerer God's spirit understood the Ten Thousand Laws of the world and could absorb the spirituality of all things. There was no need for a Great Dao Boundary Stone to successfully form the Nine Revolutions Chaos Dao Body. This was something that Ye Qinghan could not do.
Time passed bit by bit, and the Martial Arts Stage shone brightly. Twelve Origin Dragons extended for a thousand miles, covering the entire ancestral land.
The Second Sorcerer God was so excited that his entire body was trembling. It was as if he could see the Sorcerer Race's imminent glory.
At this moment, Mo Li was no longer smiling. He felt a terrifying pressure that almost crushed the Demonic God's body. This kind of monster seemed to have surpassed everyone. Even Ye Qinghan could not reach this step. However, his son had inherited the Origin Bloodline of the Sorcerer Race's Goddess, creating a terrifying genius.
"Damn, this monster is a bit abnormal!" The Divine Bird cried out in shock.
"I think so too. The child of an abnormal person will definitely be even more abnormal!" The Little Miser echoed.
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