Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 4282

The thunderous noise lasted for three days and three nights before it finally stopped.

The entire chaos temporarily returned to a state of tranquility. Some of the creatures in the Source World began to regain their senses of hearing.

Even though the terrible shock waves already disappeared, the people did not feel relieved. Instead, they became even more worried.

Some of them began to leaf through the ancient books. They were trying to predict what would happen next.

Meanwhile, someone in the Bloom Divine Province found a relevant passage.

An old man opened an ancient book with his hands trembling with fear and anxiety.

This ancient book was written long ago by an elder of his race. It talked about what would happen should the end come.

"The last thunder will destroy everything with its sound. However, the six sages will be protected by a bright and dazzling light."

"Those six sages refer to the six Chaos Ancient Gods," murmured one of his companions.

"So six lucky warriors will be selected in the Source World," another one chimed in.

To be chosen as one of the Chaos Ancient Gods, there were two conditions that must be satisfied. First, the person must possess enormous amounts of strength. At the very least, they must be at the Holy Soul Realm.

The second one would be sheer luck.

Knowing this secret, the warriors at the Holy Soul Realm and the Eternal Realm had high hopes that they could be one of the chosen Chaos Ancient Gods.

If they were selected, they were basically granted a special ticket to the next round of chaos.

Out of the blue, everyone heard a buzzing sound.

A beam of light suddenly appeared in the Source World. It headed straight for the hall the Evil God built.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the hall, several cultivators of the Holy Soul Realm and the Eternal Realm were greedily absorbing the bloodline powers.

The Evil God looked at these people impassively. He appeared extremely generous. But in actuality, he felt thoroughly disgusted of them.

Soon enough, he would need their help. All he could do for now was patiently satisfy their greed.

Buzz! Something streaked past them from above.

The beam of light pierced through the black hall and enshrouded one of the cultivators of the Holy Soul Realm.

The cultivator was still digesting the bloodline power he had just absorbed. He opened his eyes and saw the light enveloping his entire body. Naturally, he was awestruck for a few moments. Suddenly, he realized that he was chosen to be a Chaos Ancient God and master a truth. He was so happy that he jumped up from his meditating position earlier.

"Is he the one chosen to be a Chaos Ancient God?" one of the cultivators whispered to his fellow cultivator.

"Even if we don't survive the end, he will still make it to the next chaotic era with such ease," murmured another.

"What a stroke of luck! He doesn't possess that much strength. Why is he chosen? It's unfair!" a fierce warrior of the Holy Soul Realm protested.

Another warrior felt envious. "Why couldn't it be me?"

All the warriors in this hall had been invited here to merge with the bloodline powers. Earlier, they were quite happy and satisfied as they were able to gather much power. But when they saw that one of them was chosen as a Chaos Ancient God, they felt terribly envious and depressed.

Nevertheless, this beam of light also reminded them that there would be six chosen Chaos Ancient Gods. This meant that they still had a chance.

The chosen warrior was extremely excited. Anyone who was granted a sure ticket to the next chaotic era would obviously feel overjoyed.

But before long, he saw a black figure approaching him. It reached out and grabbed him by his neck.

The black figure was none other than the Evil God.

The Holy Soul Realm warrior was a little flustered. He had no idea why the Evil God attacked him. "What... What are you doing?" he asked as he trembled with fear.

"What part of this do you not understand? This is the last chaotic era. If I lose, there won't be a next chaotic era. What's the use of choosing the next Chaos Ancient Gods?" The Evil God's expression was cold and apathetic.

"But... But... I was chosen..."

the Holy Soul Realm warrior stammered as he didn't know what else to say.

The Evil God's hand flashed with a black light. In the blink of an eye, the warrior's body turned into colorful steam that scattered in every direction.

When they saw this scene unfold right in front of them, all the other warriors were frightened. The Evil God slayed the warrior in such a way they had never seen before.

Even if what he said was true, this was totally uncalled for. Whether or not there would be a next round of chaos, there was no need to kill anyone so recklessly.