My Celestial Ascension Chapter 875: Mist of Blood

The gods did not hesitate once Corvan issued his harsh command. They immediately launched a fierce offensive against Yuan, weaving spells with enough destructive force to level entire metropolises.

This massive display of power was directed at a single individual who treated their celestial status with utter contempt. It appeared as though Yuan had declared open combat against the heavens, challenging their ancient authority over the mortal realm.

Gigantic magic circles ignited the firmament, raining down bolts of lightning and pillars of flame—a torrent of devastation fueled by divine rage.

"AAHAHA!! Let us see if you can endure this!" one deity cackled, brandishing his blade to release a colossal crescent of electricity toward Yuan.

"This strike is more than sufficient to slaughter a beast surpassing SSS rank! A pathetic mortal like you hasn't a prayer of surviving!"

"Do not relent! Batter him until every single cell in his frame is ground to dust!"

The mocking laughter of the deities rang through the sky as an endless stream of lethal techniques converged on Yuan.

The heavens shuddered under the immense density of mana, and powerful shockwaves rippled through the air, causing the entire kingdom to tremble.

Despite the chaos, Yuan remained motionless. He stood with a composed air and an unwavering gaze, as if the incoming cataclysm were merely a gentle summer wind.

He showed no desire to evade or even raise a defense.

Instead, as the destruction closed in, a subtle smirk touched his lips—a look born of genuine amusement rather than terror.

Corvan caught this expression immediately, his eyes narrowing as he watched Yuan.

That slight grin made his skin crawl.

He could not fathom why Yuan would be smiling at such a juncture—when the very grip of death was tightening around him.

'Something is amiss... Why does this inexplicable sense of horror grip me?' Corvan wondered, a cold shiver running down his spine as he struggled to understand the situation.

The collective barrage slammed into Yuan, every spell detonating with enough violence to crumble mountain ranges.

BOOM!!! The sky was consumed by a series of thunderous explosions, sending out shockwaves that caused the massive eagles to recoil in terror.

The gods, however, did not stop. They encircled Yuan from all angles, guiding their mounts in a continuous loop while maintaining their brutal bombardment.

For several minutes, a relentless hail of attacks struck his position. Thick smoke and pulverized debris choked the air, masking his form and causing many subsequent spells to lose their mark in the haze.

Yet, after enduring this divine storm, Yuan remained standing—completely untouched save for some frayed edges on his garments.

Every strike that reached him simply dissipated upon contact, leaving only the fading echoes of blasts that had rumbled across the kingdom.

The combined might of the gods proved to be entirely futile. Despite the myriad of spells, divine artifacts, and ruinous energies used against him, they had failed to leave even a minor scratch on Yuan.

Eventually, the gods ceased their assault, certain that Yuan had been vaporized—erased from the very fabric of reality.

Though killing Yuan meant violating the God King’s explicit orders, none felt remorse. They had, after all, watched Yuan slaughter two of their peers.

Four others survived but were in critical condition, suffering from pulverized bones and severe internal hemorrhaging. The gods realized they needed to provide aid quickly if their comrades were to live.

The smoke from the detonations hung heavy in the air, thick and oppressive, completely blinding them. Even their Magic Sense was rendered useless by the turbulent fog.

"Is he finished?" one god whispered, his voice trembling with unease as he peered into the swirling gray mist.

"I—I cannot tell... for some reason, my Magic Sense is failing," another answered, his tone thick with bewilderment.

"We hit him with everything. No one could possibly remain alive after taking such a concentrated beating."

"He ought to be dead... but this haze is too thick. I can't see a thing," a third added with growing anxiety.

The deities spoke in hushed tones, their words heavy with doubt. No matter how they tried to focus, their Magic Sense could not find a single trace of Yuan’s life force.

"Since we can no longer detect him, it is certain that he has been destroyed," Corvan declared, exhaling slowly to steady himself. He had checked with his own Magic Sense multiple times to confirm the kill.

A triumphant smirk spread across his face as he added, "Everyone, the mission assigned by His Highness is complete. While we did not take him breathing, we have successfully eliminated a grave threat to the High Heavens."

Meanwhile, shrouded by the dense smoke, Yuan let out a soft chuckle as he overheard Corvan’s arrogant address to the troops.

'What a comical speech... So, the God King wanted me captured? To be paraded before him like a trophy? How incredibly bold,' Yuan thought, a dark smile pulling at his mouth.

'For now... I shall provide a warning. Once my business on the Demonic Continent is finished, I will pay the High Heavens a visit—and force him to bow at my feet,' Yuan vowed to himself, his eyes flashing with a freezing intensity.

"How prideful and dim-witted you all are... to imagine that a swarm of insects like you could end me—it is truly irritating!" Yuan’s voice boomed like thunder as he gave a casual flick of his wrist.

Instantly, a violent gust of wind erupted, blowing away the fog that had hidden him from the gods' view.

The moment they heard his voice, every deity froze in place. Their eyes bulged in shock as the mist cleared—revealing Yuan standing tall in their midst, perfectly fine without a single wound on his skin.

"Y-You... how can you be alive?! You should have been erased!" Corvan stammered, his voice shaking with pure disbelief, as if he were looking at a ghost returned from the void.

His gaze wandered, his forehead dripping with sweat as he realized there wasn't a single burn or scar on Yuan—despite the catastrophic power they had unleashed.

Spells capable of wiping a city off the map had fallen upon him, yet Yuan stood there grinning, entirely unscathed.

'H-How can this be happening?!' Corvan screamed internally, his mind reeling at the sight.

"This is impossible! No one could survive that onslaught—let alone remain without a scratch!"

One of the gods cried out, his voice cracking as sheer denial took hold of him.

"Impossible, you claim? Even while I stand right before you?" Yuan sneered mockingly, a cold huff escaping him before his eyes turned sharp as blades.

Then, a wide, predatory grin split his face as he spoke, "You’ve had your fun. I wanted you to understand exactly how powerless you are before I break you! It is much more satisfying this way."

"To let you taste despair in its absolute form!" Yuan’s smile grew sharper, his voice dripping with malice. The atmosphere turned frigid as a heavy silence gripped the sky.

Not one god dared to utter a word. Though Yuan’s arrogance infuriated them, they lacked the bravery to challenge him now.

It felt as though they were facing something beyond their limited understanding—something far above the level of a god.

Yuan slowly shut his eyes, summoning the memory of his dream—the suffocating killing intent of the Evil God, a force that had once caused the heavens to tremble in fear.

The gods watched him with confused, wary eyes. Yuan’s calm, rhythmic movements were deeply disturbing. Was this more mockery?

Despite their rising temper, none of them dared to strike. A primal instinct warned them—if they moved wrongly, something catastrophic would follow.

"What is he doing? Why has he closed his eyes?" one god whispered nervously.

"Who knows... perhaps he is simply looking down on us," another replied, shrugging in a futile attempt to mask his dread.

'What is this freak plotting now...? Whatever it is, it cannot be good,' Corvan thought, his eyes fixed on Yuan.

Suddenly, the space around Yuan began to warp and twist as a crimson miasma manifested, swirling about him like a fog of fresh blood.

In the next heartbeat, Yuan’s eyes snapped open—shining a vivid scarlet—and a titanic explosion of killing intent surged outward.

The aura was so overwhelming that every god felt their heart seize in agony. Within moments, blood began leaking from their eyes, ears, and mouths.

"W-What is happening to us?! Why am I bleeding?!" the gods screamed in horror as agonizing pain tore through their nerves, their divine bodies buckling under the pressure of Yuan’s murderous will.

Their once-spotless white robes were rapidly stained dark red by their own gore, as one by one, they lost consciousness and fell like stones toward the earth.

Even the giant eagles died instantly, their hearts stopping mid-flight as they plummeted, unable to endure the sheer weight of Yuan’s killing intent—it was simply too much for them to bear.

Only Corvan remained awake, though he was barely clinging to life. His eyes were weeping blood, and his frame shook violently as he hung on by a thread.

Seeing Corvan still conscious after facing the full brunt of his killing intent, Yuan felt a spark of genuine surprise—enough that a soft laugh escaped his lips, his eyes dancing with dark amusement.

'Well, look at that... the rest are dead, yet he remains. How lucky for him,' Yuan mused darkly, his smirk widening. 'Perhaps he will make a suitable messenger—to carry my word to that arrogant so-called King of the Gods.'

With that thought, Yuan drifted downward, his steady footsteps almost audible as he landed beside the broken Corvan. A cold smile graced his face as he looked down at the shattered deity, sending a wave of terror through Corvan’s soul.

"Look at you... you pathetic lot couldn't even survive my killing intent, and yet you believed you could slay me? How laughable!" Yuan sneered, grinding his heel into Corvan’s hand.

"AAGGHH!!" Corvan howled in pain, feeling his bones snap and splinter under Yuan’s boot.

Regret immediately consumed him. His eyes were filled with pure hopelessness as blood and tears smeared his face. He desperately wanted to beg for mercy, but only broken sobs left his throat.

He cursed his own stupidity for ever opposing Yuan and for believing that a god's power could easily crush a mortal.

When Corvan finally managed a small bit of focus, he gritted his teeth against the agony and looked at Yuan with utter shock.

The entity standing before him could not be human—it was impossible. The strength he displayed was beyond divine limits, a power that shattered all logic.

"Just what kind of power is this?!" Corvan cried out, his voice cracking with pain and panic. "A divine manifestation? What in the name of the heavens was that?!"

Yuan laughed softly, a low and mocking sound. "You call yourself a god, yet you cannot grasp something so basic? How truly pitiful."

"In my sight, you are nothing but ants writhing in the mud. Gods? Do not make me laugh. Even the immortals of the higher planes would not dare use that title in my presence."

"Just who do you think you are, calling yourselves gods?!" Yuan bellowed at Corvan, his voice echoing throughout the Elven Kingdom.

He continued, "You are merely humans with a bit more mana than the average mortal. That is all you are—human! Do you finally understand?!"

"As for me, do not even attempt to compare yourself—or any other—to me. I am something else entirely."

"Now, do you know why I am letting you live instead of ending you?" A wide grin split his face as he made his purpose clear.

With a chilling smirk, he said, "Your only job is to deliver a single message to your moronic King... Tell him that if he ever crosses my path again, I will cleave the High Heavens in two with my blade."

"Now leave—go back to your King and repeat exactly what I have told you," Yuan commanded, turning his back and leaving Corvan bleeding in the dirt.

Just as he prepared to take flight, he stopped, looked back over his shoulder, and added, "One more thing: you have no right to ask me questions. Never forget that."