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Chapter 2059 - 2060: The End and the Beginning!

Chapter 2059: Chapter 2060: The End and the Beginning!

The pitch black beneath the abyss exudes a bizarre aura that sends shivers through the body.

Puffs of black mist, like the very essence of inauspiciousness in this world, permeate the surrounding chaos.

In an instant, the filthy chaotic miasma becomes the purest of darkness and ill omen.

Normally, the barely audible murmurs of Wang Mang’s Devouring Dao Rhyme became a harsh and chaotic roar at this moment.

Such a sound, merely heard once, is enough to drive one mad.

The accumulation of all things filthy in the world, the negative emotions contained within, not even an Lv. 8 expert could avoid it.

The few people around Wang Mang also felt their minds jolt suddenly, with unimaginable negative emotions and information continuously flooding into their minds.

In an instant, their eyes became vacant as two trails of blood flowed from their ears.

Next came their noses, and their eyes!

Just as their Tou She Ancient Gods were about to be tainted, the Devouring Dao Rhyme left on Wu Ya by Wang Mang suddenly surged out.

It stopped the continuous output of negative emotions.

...

The moment the black mist appeared, the domineering and unrivaled Power of Ruins was instantly confined.

The bizarre and ominous black mist spread across time and space, spreading and tainting everything.

It quickly traced back to the source of the Power of Ruins.

"Hmm???"

At the initial creation of the Great Dao Ruins, confusion lasted only a moment before it began to deduce the situation.

Soon, It came to know the course of events.

"Strange, are you trying to provoke a conflict?!"

The loud voice pierced through eternity, stirring the heartstrings.

As the words fell, the swirling black mist morphed into a humanoid shape.

"Dare to act against him again and don’t blame me for not being polite."

With those words, the humanoid black mist immediately dissipated.

"Hmph!" The Great Dao Ruins snorted coldly, and an immense power flowed from Its palm, effortlessly wiping away the lingering black mist.

...

In the Chaos Realm.

The thick black mist surrounding Wang Mang began to dissipate.

Abyssal rifts spread around Wang Mang, the black mist crazily pouring into them.

In a short time, the black mist had completely vanished.

Wang Mang looked around somewhat blankly, his mind still in a befuddled state.

However, upon seeing several people lying on the chaotic miasma, Wang Mang instantly came back to his senses.

He hurriedly proceeded to disperse the chaotic miasma from their bodies.

Apart from Wu Ya and Doggy, the others were still Tier 7 and could not be immune to the chaotic miasma.

At this moment, Wang Mang’s mind had thoroughly awakened.

His heart suddenly trembled.

The next moment, he hurriedly called upon the Chaos Pact Scroll in his heart.

The dust-covered book appeared in front of Wang Mang, and upon seeing the abyssal skeleton’s name already stricken off, he fell silent.

"System, what does it mean when a name disappears from the Chaos Pact Scroll?"

He already had an answer in his heart.

As his words fell, the system’s voice followed.

[Ding! Contracted party has died!]

Hearing this, Wang Mang’s expression turned ugly as he clenched his fists.

At that moment, the unconscious people around him slowly began to awaken.

The first to wake up was Wu Ya.

He quickly scanned the surroundings and then twisted his face, rubbing his forehead.

Damn it, it felt like his brain had been forcibly stuffed with a few kilograms of water.

"Wang Mang, what happened?" He came to the latter’s side and asked, puzzled.

The dark fog was too terrifying; their souls could not withstand the mere roars for even a second.

Wang Mang glanced at him casually and said in a somewhat stiff tone:

"I’m not clear either."

Just now, he had heard the system forcefully activate a proxy battle, and then he lost consciousness.

When consciousness returned, the surrounding scene was just as before.

Under that strike, even he had nearly perished, let alone the patriarchs and Qing Yi.

The thought that both seniors perished under that attack made Wang Mang feel somewhat suffocated.

Should he seek revenge? But if such an attack came again, he probably wouldn’t escape, would he?

Looking at the chaotic miasma around him, Wang Mang’s gaze fell into a void.

A moment later, a somewhat enlightened Wang Mang said to Wu Ya:

"Wu Ya, take them with Doggie, I’m afraid I need to make a distant journey."

Wu Ya, with a headache still lingering, frowned in confusion.

What exactly had happened?

Before he could open his mouth, Wang Mang spoke again: "Take this, it’s imbued with my power."

"When the time is right, I will naturally come to find you."

"The three of them are left to you. You must raise their bodies to the level of faux eighth-tier as quickly as possible."

After handing over the Heavenly Sword to Wu Ya, Wang Mang patted his shoulder and left.

Watching Wang Mang’s back, Wu Ya stood still, not moving for a long time.

Until Doggie, the second to wake up, came to his side and curiously asked:

"What are you doing alone? Where has the master gone?"

Wu Ya shook his head.

.....

Wang Mang aimlessly wandered the Chaos Realm for an unknown amount of time before slowly stopping.

Releasing the Chaos Hungry Ghost here shouldn’t affect Wu Ya and the others, right?

Thinking so, Wang Mang silently called out in his heart: Chaos Hungry Ghost!

The moment the Devouring Dao Rhyme surged, a terrifying gravitational pull burst forth from it.

The chaos in the vicinity, affected by the pull, surged towards Wang Mang’s location.

The chaotic beasts within the range of the pull were instantly torn apart by this terrifying force.

Despite their struggle, it did nothing to slow down the speed at which they were being pulled in.

As for the tempering light emerging from the bodies of the chaotic beasts, it was completely absorbed by the vortex, serving as nourishment for the advancement of the Chaos Hungry Ghost.

Wang Mang strolled leisurely through the chaos, keeping the Chaos Hungry Ghost activated the whole time.

Even if absorbing the miasma of chaos had an extremely minor effect on the advancement of Divine Power, it was better than idleness.

At the very least, the light from body tempering was quite good.

So it went, maybe for a few years, or perhaps a few days.

Wang Mang had lost track of time.

All he knew was that with continuous absorption and devouring, the progression of the Chaos Hungry Ghost had reached halfway.

The day-to-day monotony made his demeanor a bit murky.

Until this time, he unexpectedly arrived in the Time Realm Sea.

When he sensed the rich and unparalleled power of time around him, Wang Mang’s numb state of mind became somewhat clearer.

"Hmm, have I come to Jiang Ye’s den?"

At the same time, Jiang Ye, who was recuperating in the Time Realm Sea, also sensed the power permeating the sea dissipating rapidly.

What’s happening?

In the next moment, his figure disappeared from where he was.

In a short while, he arrived at the edge of the gravitational pull’s range.

This inexplicable sensation, was it that kid?

Time Domain Gate, triple-layer!

As he muttered to himself, half of his body instantly converted into time material.

Afterward, he headed straight towards Wang Mang’s location.