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Chapter 488 Descending into the Small World, Ancestral Spirits of Gods
Looking at the starlight billions of light-years away, Wang Chao's eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

This is an immortal world. If he could bring it under his control, even if it was just a relatively equal inclusion in the system, it would be enough to advance his cultivation level further.

Even if we still can't achieve the final breakthrough, thinking about it won't make much difference.

As he thought this, the dynasty had already stepped forward, speeding away towards the point of starlight.

His dynasty wants this immortal world, and no one can stop him.

As time passed, roughly several decades later, the dynasty finally approached that immortal world.

At this moment, the immortal world, in the eyes of the dynasty, was like a blazing sun, radiating boundless brilliance, and within that boundless brilliance were countless vast worlds.

Even a cursory glance reveals that there are at least hundreds of millions of them.

All things considered, the total number is definitely in the trillions, which is even greater than the current number in the Celestial Empire.

Furthermore, these worlds are all extremely large in scale, at least at the level of feudal lord worlds, and there are quite a few worlds at the peak of king-level worlds.

Some of the great worlds that have already reached the peak of the King level have even developed their own immortality, approaching the half-step immortality realm.

If they truly conquer the world before them, the dynasty is certain that the Celestial Empire can absolutely reach the late stage or even the peak of the Immortal realm in one fell swoop.

His cultivation level could definitely advance further, breaking through to that supreme unknown realm.

However, conquering the world before them is not such a simple matter.

The dynasty's gaze swept around, instantly locking onto the outermost part of the vast world of feudal lords.

That vast world of powerful states is devouring a smaller one.

Yes, it's devouring a small world.

Upon seeing this, the dynasty immediately understood why the lowest level of world outside this immortal world was a feudal lord world.

Because the lower worlds were all swallowed up by these powerful worlds.

It can be said that, apart from the most central immortal world and those worlds that are close to being half-immortal, all other worlds follow the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle.

Those countless king-level and feudal lord-level worlds seem to be densely distributed outside the immortal world.

But in reality, it is all extremely obscure, with constantly changing coordinates, hidden deep within the dimensions of space and time.

Once the coordinates are exposed, it's like that small world that will be immediately invaded and swallowed up by other worlds.

However, whatever the state of these worlds may be, it has nothing to do with dynasties.

In the blink of an eye, the dynasty had arrived before the great world of feudal lords and the smaller world.

Hehe, those powerful beings at the Immortal Realm are most willing to help the weak.
With his mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts, Wang Chao's consciousness instantly entered the small world.

The world's will did not resist the invasion of the dynasty, an external force, but instead seemed to be eagerly awaiting it.

The dynasty's landscape was constantly changing, and endless principles and laws flowed through it. All the mysteries and states of the world were observed by it.

This is a small world with a flat earth and a round sky, inhabited by humans, demons, and ghosts.
Originally, the world's development was relatively orderly.

However, due to the invasion of another powerful world, some of the principles and laws of this small world have collapsed.

This led to an imbalance of Yin and Yang in the universe, and the world began to become chaotic and disorderly.

Especially under the influence of the power of the feudal lords' world, the demons and monsters that were originally relatively normal and orderly have almost completely lost their minds.

The ultimate result was that demons ran rampant and ghosts roamed freely.
This is why, for dynasties that did not attack the world, the world will of the small world did not resist or attack, but instead seemed to be impatient.

The current state of our small world urgently needs external forces to break it.

Of course, as the most impartial, just, and unemotional world will, once the actions of the dynasty violate the laws governing the world.

Therefore, even if a dynasty is helping the world, the world's will will still suppress and reject it.

As the divine sense swept further across the world, it became clear that the humans of this world were not entirely without the power to resist.

They gathered their faith, united with the gods and ancestral spirits, and used the divine power of the gods to fight against demons and monsters, protecting cities and villages.

Cities have powerful guardian deities, while villages are protected by ancestral spirits.

However, as the laws and principles of the world collapse and the power of the greater world invades, the power of these guardian deities and ancestral spirits is constantly weakening, and the scope of their protection is becoming smaller and smaller.
Many weak ancestral spirits have perished, and even some powerful guardian deities have fallen for various reasons.

Sensing the state of the world, Wang Chao pondered for a moment, and then a thought suddenly stirred within him.

Since this world has given rise to divine rules such as ancestral spirits and guardian deities, used to stabilize the order of heaven and earth and protect all living beings.

So, could he use this as an entry point to carry out further in-depth operations?

The dynasty's divine sense swept across the heavens and earth, quickly selecting a place, and its consciousness descended there in an instant.

This is a small village with a population of just over a hundred. In the center of the village stands a small altar with four bonfires scattered in all directions, symbolizing the radiance of the ancestral spirits that spreads throughout the village and protects it.

However, nowadays, campfires only serve a psychological purpose.

Because there were no longer any ancestral spirits on the small altar, only a faint residual spiritual light, which was still releasing the last embers, slightly intimidating the demons and monsters outside the village.

Unfortunately, it can only intimidate weak and lonely ghosts; any slightly stronger demons will ignore it.

Even the weakest, wandering ghosts gathered together would be annihilated by the overwhelming ghostly energy. At this moment, in the wilderness outside the village, a considerable number of wandering ghosts had already gathered, greedily watching the village, some of them eager to make a move.

The gathering of a large number of wandering ghosts shrouded the entire village in a layer of yin energy, and the ancestral spirit's light in the center of the altar flickered and dimmed, threatening to go out at any moment.

Most of the villagers are well aware of the current situation in the village.

However, they didn't have any good solutions and could only pray silently in their hearts, hoping that the ancestral spirits' last bit of power could protect them and help them get through the night.

"Oh~!"

From a large courtyard on the east side of the village, closest to the altar, a faint sigh could be heard.

Well, compared to the 30 to 50 square meters of fences and walls in other courtyards.

This courtyard is about a hundred square meters in size, surrounded by an earthen wall about the height of a person. It is indeed very large and relatively "impressive".

This courtyard is the home of the village chief.

At this moment, the village chief was sitting in the house, casually smoking his pipe. By the flickering embers of the pipe, one could vaguely see his sorrowful face.

Even the lingering power of the ancestral spirits could still deter some weak and lonely ghosts, allowing them to barely survive the night.

But what about tomorrow? And what about the days that follow? How will we get through them?
The village chief glanced at the kitchen knife, which he had sharpened until it gleamed, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"Ancestral spirit sacrifice."

The faint sigh, barely audible, dissipated into the air before it could even be heard.

The so-called ancestral spirit worship, besides being performed by villagers on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month and during festivals, also has another meaning.

It means that after the death of an elder who is respected and trusted by the villagers, the villagers hold a sacrifice to establish him as an ancestral spirit.

However, nowadays, no respected elders in their village have died.

In fact, since their village only had a little over a hundred people, there were no respected elders in the village.

The only one who is qualified is probably him, the village chief.

Moreover, even with the sacrifices made by more than a hundred of them, it is not certain that he will be transformed into an ancestral spirit.

Moreover, he was alive and well, so why would he want to die and become an ancestral spirit?

Becoming an ancestral spirit seems like a good thing; as long as there are villagers who worship it, it can almost exist forever.

However, after becoming an ancestral spirit, it will remain trapped on the altar and will be corrupted by the spirituality of the person performing the sacrifice, eventually turning into a chaotic mess of consciousness, with only the instinctive spiritual light to protect the village remaining.

Moreover, if powerful demons and monsters appear, the villagers may be able to escape, but the ancestral spirits, which cannot move, will ultimately be devoured by the powerful demons and monsters and will surely die.

Furthermore, not every ancestral spirit ritual can successfully create an ancestral spirit.

Therefore, those who were designated as ancestral spirits by the priests were basically respected people in the village who died of natural causes.

Since we're already dead anyway, there's no harm in trying, regardless of whether it will ultimately succeed.

Of course, in special circumstances, there have been instances where respected individuals committed suicide and were worshipped by villagers as ancestral spirits.

The village chief at that time had this idea.

Of course, he would never have done this unless he was forced to.

As for villagers forcing them, that's absolutely impossible.

It's not that all villagers are truly so innocent, but those who are forced into this situation have absolutely no chance of becoming ancestral spirits; instead, they are more likely to transform into powerful vengeful ghosts.

At that time, let alone protecting the village, the very first thing it will do upon its creation is to slaughter the villagers.

No one knew how much time had passed, but the tobacco in his hand had completely burned out, yet the old village chief remained oblivious, continuing to smoke it casually.

His other hand would occasionally reach out and touch the kitchen knife that he had sharpened to a very fine point.

He became the village chief not because of anything else, but because he had truly done a lot for the village and genuinely cared about the villagers throughout his life.

In addition, he's getting old, and he doesn't have many years left to live.

That is why he truly harbored the desire to commit suicide and become an ancestral spirit.

However, since ancient times, the only way to survive is through death.

Even though he had made up his mind, he still hesitated when the time came.

Moreover, success is not guaranteed.

If things don't go well, he'll just have died in vain.

"Oh~!"

Finally, the old village chief sighed softly, and then reached out and gripped the kitchen knife tightly.

Now that things have come to this, he has no other options.

(End of this chapter)