Playing cards, I am your ancestor!-Chapter 286 The First Spirit Card Master_1

The God of Agriculture bowed his head, his image somewhat rustic.

After all, in myths and legends, his image was never meant to be extravagant.

Wen Jiang assumed a human form, with the God of Agriculture dressed in simple hemp garments—though that material might not have existed at the time, it wasn’t important.

Behind the God of Agriculture, a medicine basket rested on his back, and in his hand, he carried a medicinal hoe.

He looked much like an ancient farmer, the kind that could be found anywhere in olden times.

In that medicine basket, there were also some strange plants that shimmered and glowed.

This was the first SSR Card Wen Jiang had managed to create after three months of hardship. This was fine; compared to undergoing the Tribulation, it was nothing.

It wasn’t over yet. If she could overcome today’s Tribulation, it would be the start of Wen Jiang’s path to the stars.

The signs of the Thunder Tribulation in the sky were already visible. Compared to the one at Imperial City, it was truly a case of a minor league player facing a major leaguer.

For hundreds of miles around, thick clouds, as dark as ink, enveloped the sky, bearing down from the horizon. Their swirling vortex was so oppressive that a mere glance could leave one breathless.

The howling winds had already begun, and anyone in Ceylon Cemetery who wasn’t blind could see this spectacle.

However, they could no longer approach the center of the vortex. The start of the Thunder Tribulation automatically prevented others from entering, a measure designed to stop anyone from interfering with or aiding Wen Jiang in her trial.

Of course, if anyone seeking death insisted on breaking through, the Thunder Tribulation wouldn’t stop them.

The Thunder Tribulation was devoid of thought. Its sole purpose was to test Wen Jiang, with every event occurring within it a trial for her.

The first bolt of lightning was already faintly taking shape. A beam of light pierced through the dark, cloud-formed cage, but it offered no redemption.

All her abilities remained intact. The only one suppressed was her capacity to tear space. She could technically force its use, but the Thunder Tribulation could then strike her directly.

The mere display of the Thunder Tribulation’s might left Wen Jiang gasping for breath; its power far surpassed that of the Blood Emperor’s arrival.

It wasn’t Wen Jiang’s first Tribulation, but she felt something odd about this one.

It was slightly weaker than the most powerful ones she had encountered, yet stronger than those she considered weak.

She wondered if this had to do with the peculiar card energy of this world.

In the distance, the Blood Emperor was lying in wait, eyeing her keenly. After the successful creation of the SSR Card, Wen Jiang’s physical strength had increased manyfold, and now she could survey the scenery for thousands of kilometers.

The Blood Emperor acted before the Tribulation.

CRACK—

A cherry tree burst abruptly from the ground. Wen Jiang’s brow twitched. The Thunder Tribulation’s pressure also dulled her perception of danger. Since the Tribulation was now all-encompassing and oppressive, she felt endangered no matter where she looked.

Consequently, her response to the Blood Emperor’s sudden attack was sluggish.

It was the God of Agriculture’s hoe that came down, splitting the previously formidable cherry tree in half.

The sharp branches fell towards Wen Jiang. Those that had burst forth too quickly for her to evade scratched across her forearm, tearing it open.

Blood flowed down her left arm, vivid and stark.

Even her healing ability was weakening now.

The corner of Wen Jiang’s eye twitched. Her gaze was cold as she looked toward the Blood Emperor in the distance.

"Helena..."

Amidst the rolling thunder, the Blood Emperor’s normally gentle tone now carried a hint of eeriness.

Helena had acted right under his nose, and he had failed to notice.

Or, to be precise, he had no idea what this situation was.

In the mass of clouds overhead, something tremendous was brewing. Even the Blood Emperor could feel a sense of crisis.

Since becoming a UR-Rank Spirit Card Master, such a situation had never occurred.

Could all this be something Helena developed?

He stared at Helena at the center of the dark clouds, a strong sense of dread rising within him.

Meanwhile, the strange events at Ceylon Cemetery had also caused shockwaves among various parties.

This was an unprecedented display of might. The entire Ceylon Cemetery was shrouded in a massive thundercloud, dark and oppressive, bringing with it a suffocating feeling. Merely standing on the outskirts felt like glimpsing the arrival of doomsday.

"What’s happening?"

"Damn, could something be going wrong in Ceylon City again?"

Ceylon City was still undergoing reconstruction. The people diligently working there twitched uneasily upon seeing this sight, suddenly filled with an ominous premonition.

Will all our recent reconstruction work be for nothing?

Within that place, terrors visible to the naked eye seemed about to descend.

Many spies lying in wait in Ceylon Cemetery, as well as surveillance implemented by other Empires, quickly captured the developments.

In an instant, the scene at Ceylon Cemetery was live-streamed to people all over the world.

The situation was more severe than the last SSR Card battle. Even through a screen, one could feel the despair-inducing oppressiveness, as if the end of the world was imminent.

Viewers watching the video were stupefied, as were people from other Empires.

Even those UR-Rank Spirit Card Masters who had previously been indifferent were shaken.

"Such a grand scale... what kind of card is this?"

"Is it a new card? Is a new card really being born?"

At this moment, Isaac Viyeri, the Frost Moon Empire’s national treasure and a UR-Rank Spirit Card Master, sensed something from the distant Eastern Continent while sitting in his recliner.

It was a... vitality... one he had never encountered before.

He immediately stood up.

Looking towards the distant Eastern Continent with still-clear eyes, he pursed his lips, excitement gradually seeping into his gaze. "That... that is..."

Is that the truth I’ve been seeking? Or perhaps... vitality?

He was getting on in years.

Even for a Spirit Card Master, when one reached a certain age, the time to pass away could not be resisted.

This might be the only fairness bestowed by the heavens.

As long as one is human, at a certain age, one must eventually depart.

Isaac felt he had already stolen plenty of time. As a Spirit Card Master, he was robust. Even at 129 years old, he was exceedingly aged in the eyes of others.

He had lived for over a century; it was an enviable and long life.

His end was drawing near; he vaguely sensed it.

Yet he always felt dissatisfied. Perhaps because I’ve lived long enough, I’ve glimpsed certain hidden things.

Secrets lurking in the darkness, dormant things.

Things that may have never truly perished, buried pasts.

This always left me unsettled, making me worry for this world.

Fearing a death he could not comprehend, he no longer dared to leave his home and even refrained from summoning his cards. I feel that the presence of the Card Spirits no longer consumes my spiritual power, but my lifespan.

Heaven knows how ironic it is that I, Isaac, deemed the foremost Spirit Card Master of this era, can no longer summon my cards.

But today, through the haze of his remaining days, he finally caught a glimpse of something different.

"I..."

Excitedly, he phoned his assistant, his voice fraught with urgency, "Arrange it immediately! I must go to the Eastern Continent... Ceylon Cemetery? Yes. First, to Yunxia; we’ll make our way there from Yunxia."