With Negary’s consciousness silently supporting, the Lord of Disaster’s deluding plan progressed exceptionally rapidly.
As an Evil God whose power naturally spread, especially a chaotic Evil God, he was gaining power at breakneck speeds.
The Lord of Disaster had a level of understanding that surpassed normal people when it came to disasters, so he was now in the process of building the Principles and Ideals of Disaster as a concept. A so-called ‘disaster’ naturally referred to the destruction of existing constructs, storm-force wind and fire weren’t disasters in and of themselves. They were only natural phenomena, it was the destruction that they caused to other things that were considered disasters.
Because of that, anyone could be a disaster. At the very moment that you destroyed something belonging to someone else, you would have become their disaster.
And so, the method for the followers of Disaster to gain power was simply to become disasters themselves. Destroy everything that could be destroyed, become the disaster of others, and finally absorb the disaster aura created in the process.
Very quickly, the Nanwu tribe initiated a campaign of mass hunting, they cut down forests, madly hunting every prey that they could see, then performed a large-scale Sacrificial curse to destroy the mountains in order to mine ore.
These insane actions were considered by the other surrounding tribes to be the Nanwu tribe’s final desperate struggle.
It was common knowledge that when a tribe hunted prey and offered them to the Ancestral Wild to obtain Vitality Root Fetuses, a lot of Cede would be created, which would be kept within the Ancestral Wild altar.
The process of Wild Release as well as other tribal rituals all required a large amount of Cede, which the Shaman’s Totem alone wouldn’t be able to command. This Cede was also limited, and every portion that was expended would mean one less portion available for something else.
Furthermore, a tribe’s Shaman would only be able to perform large-scale sacrificial curses by using this Cede as a last resort during moments of desperation for a tribe as a whole.
A Shaman could freely utilize this Cede, as long as they remained within the vicinity of the tribe, which also made it the last guarantee for a tribe’s existence and survival. To the other tribes, the fact that the Nanwu Shaman was abusing this Cede so openly represented the fact that they were already at the end of their ropes.
This was because the Cede itself was attached to the tribe’s main altar, which made it impossible to be moved; once a tribe was dissolved and the Shaman no longer commanded the altar, this Cede would simply disappear.
The surrounding tribes who were waiting for the Nanwu tribe to surrender themselves didn’t notice any abnormalities, but Yun Yi who was under house arrest in the tribe was feeling increasingly terrified.
He could hear the constant sound of metalworking, signaling how the Nanwu tribe had been forging weapons. He could also hear numerous abnormal screams and cries, even the Desolate who were standing guard outside his door was growing abnormal, slowly slipping further and further away from common sense.
The thick stench of blood in the air gradually became irrefutable, a large number of slaves and prey were clearly being killed without being used in an offering. Normally, slaves used for an offering were usually killed in a swift manner to make sure that they suffered as little pain and fear as possible, ensuring the quality of the offering, but now…
Lying on his bed, Yun Yi was trembling, the begging screams and cries still echoed in his ears. He didn’t want to think about them nor was he willing to admit that everything happening now was because of him.
It was him who brought the name Lord of Disaster to this place, he was the one who spread this disaster, and the painful deaths of those Desolates were partly his fault.
Yun Yi was a Desolate with conscience, this could be seen from how he immediately changed the direction he was running in when he saw Meng Luo while being pursued by a monster.
And only those with a conscience would feel the deep sense of guilt and anxiety caused by such an event. Yun Yi’s eyebags were thick, his eyes completely bloodshot, his face looked like it was completely drained of blood; for the past few days, his mind had been constantly tortured, to the point that he would occasionally see and hear things that weren’t there.
A part of this originated from his guilt, while the other originated from a maddening impulse from the depths of his mind.
It was as if a voice was constantly whispering to him, telling him about the wonderful taste of destruction and the refreshing experience of becoming someone else’s disaster.
He could faintly sense the increasingly disastrous aura of the Nanwu tribe as well as his own impulse of wanting to become a part of it all.
But his rationality had been constantly restraining him. He understood that as soon as he lost his restraints, the Desolate called Yun Yi would thoroughly die and be unable to awaken from all of this, turning into a pure monster who lived for the sake of spreading disaster.
Yun Yi wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to hang on, perhaps it would be tomorrow, or it could be at the very next moment. Of course, with his now chaotic train of thought, he wasn’t even sure how much time had actually gone by.
Just like that, Yun Yi’s rationality gradually slipped away as he slowly inched towards becoming a monster, painfully trying to hold onto himself. Until a voice called out:
“Yun Yi, can you hear me?”
I recognize this voice.
Yun Yi thought before shaking his head, believing that his delusions were simply getting worse.
In reality, this was indeed the case. Because the Nanwu tribe was worshipping the Lord of Disaster on such a large scale, Yun Yi was constantly being corroded by this information while simply being here. His mental state was so bad that he already couldn’t maintain a clear mind, literally one step away from going crazy.
“Hold yourself together, it’s me, Meng Luo!”
This voice finally roused a reaction from Yun Yi. Perhaps it was because Meng Luo had saved him once, Yun Yi had also hallucinated about being saved by Meng Luo before, but this time it was finally different.
“Look over here, I’m over here” the voice guided Yun Yi until he saw a small snake at the corner of the room, which was Meng Luo’s Totem.
As soon as Yun Yi saw this Totem, he saw the illusion that even its pair of grudge-filled red eyes were exceptionally beautiful.
“Thank god, thank the Ancestral Wild!” Yun Yi’s tears began to roll down his face, causing his haggard face to further distort.
“Don’t be too hysterical, maintain a clear mind, you need to calm yourself!” Meng Luo could see Yun Yi through his Totem, so he was in complete disbelief that this could be the same person from a month ago.
An entire month had gone by outside. The Nanwu tribe did not surrender itself like the other tribes had assumed and instead waged war on everyone around them. They had broken all previously established rules, mercilessly and fearlessly massacring other living beings. At the same time, they were also using some sort of power to infect this land, causing it to be full of abnormalities and severely throwing off its ecological balance.
Meng Luo had not left this area for the past month. The discreet unease in his mind had made him take notice of the surrounding abnormal disturbances. And after killing that monster a month ago, he had indeed gained greater control over his Totem.
After all, what he did was essentially returning the world’s resources to itself. Since these monsters were simply living beings who had been infected by strange knowledge, it wasn’t quite severe enough for the world spirit to interfere.
Every monster that Meng Luo killed was a direct contribution to the world, so it was natural for him to gain greater control over his Totem.
It wasn’t until after the Nanwu tribe had begun to wage war and cause mass disasters that Meng Luo began to notice the benefits involved.
This was a disaster, but if he could resolve this disaster, he would definitely gain plenty of benefits from it. When Meng Luo was still hesitating whether or not to join this murky water, he saw his bounty within the Ancestral Wild.
After Meng Luo escaped and couldn’t be found after a while of searching, the Meng tribe Shaman had issued a bounty to the Shamans of other tribes within the Ancestral Wild, offering a total of 100 Vitality Root Fetuses in exchange for Meng Luo’s life.
And so, under the urgent pressure to grow stronger and the world spirit’s guidance, Meng Luo infiltrated the Nanwu tribe.
