My Celestial Ascension Chapter 902: God’s Experiment

Unbeknownst to Yuan and his companions, the emergence of the Evil God—known as the God of Corruption—stemmed directly from an experiment carried out by the deities inhabiting the High Heaven.

Upon absorbing this shocking truth, a heavy silence gripped them briefly, leaving them at a loss for words. Still, such details faded into irrelevance, since they bore no direct connection to their own lives.

Yet the revelation that these self-proclaimed gods would annihilate a whole race just for harnessing a unique form of power ignited a blazing rage within them all.

Now that the Gods realized humans in this realm could also command that forbidden power, their insatiable craving to claim it burned fiercer than ever.

"It all clicks into place now... No wonder the gods hunt us relentlessly. Their thirst for power has never truly faded," Valeria whispered softly, releasing a quiet sigh as she reclined against the sofa.

"Their intentions are straightforward. They crave the ability to wield Qi, and they'll stop at nothing to seize it. That's why you need to stay utterly vigilant and never lower your guard against them," Duke Cedric warned solemnly, his gaze fixed on Yuan.

"Duke Cedric speaks wisely. Never take those false gods lightly. They lack any sense of honor or ethics," Emperor Rhex agreed, his face etched with grave concern.

"No worries. We're more than equipped to deal with them. Plus, I've got a solid objective in sight now," Yuan responded with steady composure.

After a pause, he continued, "On another note, I've been curious—how did the First Demon Emperor actually perish? Did the Heroes truly slay him?"

"No. The Heroes didn't kill him, and neither did the Gods," Emperor Rhex declared resolutely, his jaw clenching with restrained anger.

He drew in a steadying breath, steeling himself to unveil the harsh reality surrounding the First Demon Emperor's demise.

"When the Holy Church and the Gods launched their war against us, they labeled us as heretics—the shadowy force destined to unleash ruin on the world. That's how they painted us," Emperor Rhex recounted, his tone laced with seething wrath and echoes of old sorrow.

He pressed on, "But His Majesty poured every bit of his might into proclaiming to all that we demons were far from the monsters the Holy Church and Gods made us out to be."

"Sadly, his pleas fell on deaf ears. The masses aligned with the Holy Church and the Gods, hell-bent on wiping our kind from the face of the earth and laying waste to the whole Demonic Continent."

"As the Holy Knights and Heroes stormed into the Demonic Continent, pandemonium and ruin erupted, creeping steadily over the terrain. Our forces crumbled battle by battle, overwhelmed by the sheer might of the Holy Church's legions."

"It went beyond a mere conflict... it was a desperate fight for our very survival. The fate of our entire race teetered on the edge of oblivion," Rhex stated, his features sharpening as his hands balled into fists.

The four dukes stayed quiet, heads bowed in sorrow as they absorbed the Emperor's tale, tormented by visions of that brutal conflict.

Time had done little to heal the scars etched in their souls, for they could still feel the sting of how the world had abruptly forsaken them—all driven by someone else's voracious lust for dominance and control.

Rhex inhaled deeply and declared, "The war ravaged everything in its path, and the Holy Knights along with the Heroes showed mercy to none. Cruel grins adorned their faces as they cut down any soul in sight."

"They slaughtered without distinction—be it men or women, young or old. Even the innocent children escaped their blades not. They massacred us all with ruthless abandon, as though we'd stained the world with some heinous crime."

"The horrors were unimaginable. Villages lay in smoldering ashes, cities reduced to charred ruins. No matter where one turned, heaps of our fallen brethren littered the ground..." Emperor Rhex's voice dropped to a somber rumble as he laid bare the grim facts for Yuan and the rest.

"So, what exactly claimed the First Demon Emperor's life?" Valeria inquired, her face a mix of gravity and intrigue.

"His Majesty gave his life to shield our people. He perished for our sake... to safeguard our race from total annihilation," Emperor Rhex answered with a burdened exhale.

"The Gods forged a devastating explosive device meant to obliterate the Demon Empire and scour us from history. This was a fresh invention—unlike anything we'd encountered prior."

"Its destructive force was utterly horrifying. It endangered not only our survival but the stability of the whole continent," Emperor Rhex emphasized gravely, haunted by recollections of that agonizing era.

"Our prowess instilled true dread in the Gods, prompting them to stoop to such vile methods. Throughout the war, the Holy Church hemorrhaged Holy Knights by the thousands. In almost every clash, our warriors dominated them utterly."

"Yet, facing defeat head-on despite their vast armies, they redirected their fury at defenseless hamlets and urban centers, preying on civilians and shattering blameless existences."

"They unleashed that explosive horror upon the Demonic Continent. Unable to conquer us through combat, they plotted to eradicate us in one cataclysmic blast."

"And our noble sovereign expended his final reserves of power to halt that blast from consuming all. He laid down his life to defend the masses—to prevent his subjects from perishing without purpose."

"By the moment the detonation ripped through, every Holy Knight and Hero had withdrawn to a safe distance, utterly shielded from the catastrophe."

"The blast's fury quaked the entire landmass. And the aftermath brought an unforeseen twist that stunned us beyond measure..." Emperor Rhex wrapped up his narration of the conflict that reshaped the continent forever.

The Holy War ignited from the Gods' avarice and concluded with the fall of the Demon Emperor—a blameless sovereign who bore the heaviest toll.

Nevertheless, his sacrifice held profound meaning. It granted his lineage a chance to endure, shielding the bloodline from the gods' endless avarice.

Meanwhile, the continent itself endured lasting scars. Innumerable innocents perished, among them youngsters too young to grasp the turmoil.

With a weary breath, Duke Hexryn chimed in, "That very blast birthed the enigmatic storm barrier encircling the continent. Its origin remains a mystery—it materialized immediately following the war's end."

"Regardless, we're deeply thankful to its architect, for it has shielded us since the Holy War's close. And with centuries gone by, the Gods have undoubtedly amassed even greater might," Duke Corvin remarked with somber weight.

His face stern, he went on, "Had that barrier not arisen, those power-hungry villains would have doubtless invaded anew, scheming to annihilate us yet again."