The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 856 - 344: Crossing the Tribulation_2

"Immortal life."

Ye Hanjun whispered, continuously activating his Active Ability.

The Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits burning with Nether longevity flame suddenly stabilized their wild aura.

Hidden in a corner of their bodies, a purple and yellow jade bracelet, flawless and glowing enticingly, caught the eye.

"Group enhancement?"

Ye Mochou slightly raised an eyebrow, pondering.

One with a discerning eye could notice that although the restlessness of these Fond Spirits seemed alleviated, they were actually in an even more terrifying state.

From a spiritual perspective, they were originally bodies of flesh and blood.

Now, it was as if they were covered in an invisible layer of sturdy armor, fully armed from blood to soul.

To break through it, without exerting several times or even dozens of times the original might, one should not even think about it.

"Hula la——"

The usually silent Flying Witch Huazhu started to move.

She summoned eighteen massive wind wells, set to delay activation, evenly distributed around Ye Hanjun.

Then, she blocked the flow of cutting wind in the sky, forming another layer of defense.

After arranging wind element barriers even in the nooks and crannies, Huazhu did not hesitate to activate "Nine Dragon Environmental Guard," preparing to meet the impact of the lightning tribulation with her strongest skills.

"My lord, I will deplete all the elements stored within my body and cast spells continuously regardless of the cost," she said.

"With the blessings of longevity and eternal life, you need not be distracted by me, nor worry about my safety."

"Good."

Ye Hanjun nodded, his pupils shimmering with a black and red glow.

"Ye, why summon me? Could I possibly serve as your meat shield?"

Aegifura, tapping her foot, raised her neck, which was as perfect as a swan’s, and said coolly:

"My skills are either for enchantment or for escape."

"When the lightning tribulation strikes, I’ll be gone in an instant, and you will have to bear the backlash damage."

"Are you sure you want me to stand here and face this heavenly tribulation with you?"

"No."

Ye Hanjun shifted his gaze, not in a joking mood:

"I want you to be ready."

"If I perish, as a Blood Covenant Fond Spirit, the backlash you suffer will be far greater than for a normal Fond Spirit."

"You have always pursued beauty throughout your life. If you were to perish here, you would definitely harbor resentment and discontent."

"But I cannot forever hide behind high walls and strong fortresses; only by taking this step will I see new possibilities for my future, and you — you will have the opportunity for an Unlimited Foetus, the chance to continue pursuing eternal beauty..."

"Since I have no choice either way, why keep prattling on about it?"

Aegifura sneered, not hiding the disdain in her beautiful eyes, and interrupted in extreme irritation:

"Death lies ahead, and death lies behind, just let everything be destroyed!"

"Hurry up! If you dawdle any longer, even if I die, I will become a fierce ghost and haunt your family for tens of thousands of years!"

With her white hair dancing wildly, Aegifura looked like a half-mad little lioness, fierce and aggressive.

Ye Hanjun, used to such scenes, felt not affronted but rather thought this was her true nature.

Moving in his heart, Aegifura disappeared from his sight.

Indeed, she was of no use in this battle, and staying in the fray would only prove to be his weakness.

"Human Race bosom friend, listen to the heaven’s song, walk in its rhythm."

"The Heavenly lightning’s nature, this is the ultimate path of lightning, fully compatible with my attributes."

"If I am fortunate to survive, I must exhaust my intellect and comprehend a new tune."

"If unfortunate to meet my end, listen to the thunder’s fury, this is the grandest melody, such an opportunity is rare, my peers would be overjoyed, and even with many attachments, they should disperse with the wind..."

Absolute String’s spiritual transmission was passionate yet sensible.

The sound of the qin by his ear suddenly changed, resounding loudly, indicating the prelude to "Heaven’s Fury."

"Please, Sacred Ancestor, open the sky window."

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath, fiercely looked toward the depths of the clouds, his eyes bursting with sharp light, ready for battle.

"Please, Sacred Ancestor... open the sky window..."

"Please, Sacred Ancestor... open the sky window..."

The calm yet filled with madness voice initially echoed at the central altar, and a few seconds later, the entire Without-Sun City resonated with such sounds.

The guards still in a kneeling position, no matter their location, raised their swords in hand and roared towards the sky:

"Open! Open! Open!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

"Crack—"

The earth shook, and twenty-four towering stone pillars burst out endless light.

Around the large area surrounding Ye Hanjun, the air was drained, forming a black and gold circle, creating an impenetrable barrier, isolating him alone.

Thus, Ye Hanjun breathed in richer, fresher Demonic Qi.

He—was freed from the protection of the Clan Protection Formation.

But he still stood within Without-Sun City, as if standing at the very bottom of a deep abyss, raising his head above the towering pillars reaching into the clouds, he could see that universally feared blue electric eye — suddenly exploding!

"Tear!!"

With a flash of blue light, it seemed as if the sky had collapsed, revealing a gaping hole.

A blinding blue lightning bolt, filled with rage, struck repeatedly—still striking!

This was a world-ending strike; Huazhu’s cutting wind stream couldn’t block it for even a moment and shattered more thoroughly than powder.

Even more exaggerated, the wind wells spouting, stunning wind boats, Nine Dragons Environmental Guard... all elemental spells of the wind were rendered useless.

With just the first bolt of lightning, the calamity seemed to take on the role of the highest deity, holding in its hands the token of a ruler, desiring nothing else in its sight but destruction, desiring to hear no other outcome but death.

Kill—kill—kill—

Ye Hanjun felt a shiver run down his spine, chilled to the core.

Who was it? Who was roaring madly in the void?

Who was it? Who was emitting such terrifying hostility, wanting to pierce his brow, causing him to be utterly annihilated, never to transcend in eternity?