The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 858 - 345: Those who Offend the Celestial Visage, Kill Without Mercy.

"Boom——"

Above Without-Sun City, a major annihilation dazzled onlookers.

This was the catastrophe of the ages, it was a heavenly punishment!

In the Ancient Era, the Near Ancient Era, and the New Era—within these three eras, no human had ever ascended to the Seventh Rank with Dual Authority.

The vast majority of them were early buried between the third and fourth status during the minor heavenly tribulations.

If by some stroke of luck they survived, those who dared to challenge the seventh status, those who dared to break the boundary,

were sure to face the furious thunder of the heavens, and in an instant, the firmament would shatter the universe to ashes— all in the blink of an eye!

"Rumble rumble rumble——"

At least twenty blue bolts of lightning were obliterated by the self-explosion of a green-gold sphere.

Thanks to the Clock of the Era, drawing reference from the lethal cannon.

The "[General’s Resentment]" possessed 30,001 Chaos Spirit Patterns, at the Heaven and Earth Stage, crowned as ’Unique and Unmatched Technique,’ it was invincible.

Even without any enhancements, Absolute String could effortlessly annihilate [Immeasurable Void Pull] with this skill.

There was longevity, there was immortality, and then there was the Unique and Unmatched.

The power of this skill was enough to kill ninety-nine percent of [Immeasurable Small Achievement].

Not to mention, Absolute String had also stolen the Thunder Element from the heavenly tribulation, and in an expanding, twisted posture, upgraded again.

This was the ultimate blow that was supposed to sweep through like a mighty wave!

Those among the kings present asked themselves if, without relying on treasures, they could survive that strike.

The answer was no.

No matter how much they struggled, this strike seriously broke the normal constraints, and their former understanding could only harm themselves.

Facing this strike, the only method was to flee, to run as far as possible, for only by escaping the destructive region of the lightning sphere could there be a slim chance of survival.

But this—could only wipe out twenty heavenly tribulations?

Ye Qiuguo trembled, his fear of the Heavenly Dao coming from deep within.

Ye Lingwu closed his eyes, not wishing to see the tragic scene of the harp breaking and lives perishing.

"Hiss..."

Crouching on the ground, Ye Buyi clung tightly to his head. Under his hat brim and within his skull, the soul fire flickered as if subjected to the baptism of raging winds, trembling unstably.

He mastered the path of the Undead, entirely yin and utterly cold, always surrounded by resentful spirits.

Lightning, his absolute bane, frightened him at the mere sight and was always considered taboo.

Located under the Clan Protection Formation, he remotely sensed the might of the heavenly tribulation.

The fear he felt, surpassing even that of the lethal cannon, how could he not be extremely anxious?

Ye Buyi could not imagine, without the protection of a great formation, what sort of despair Ye Hanjun, who faced the heavenly tribulation alone, must be in at this moment, whether his blood was as cold as ice, whether his soul was on the verge of dissipating?

...

Ye Hanjun indeed felt a long-missing fear.

But he had not yet despaired; his bright eyes gleamed like stars.

His sword-like upright red hair emitted a desperate and tragic aura.

His feet did not step back, all he thought of was to charge! To counterattack! To be reborn from the ruins!

"Grandpa Jue! Go for it! Go for it!!"

"We cannot lose! We must win!"

GuaGua was invigorated, ready at any moment to release "Super Purification."

Once the state of immortality was broken, it meant that the accumulated damage would far exceed the limit.

At that instant, the Contracted Spirit Fonds would be on the verge of death.

But in Ye Hanjun’s Book of Life and Death, there was a vast reserve of life force.

In a thought, he could reverse life and death.

Together with GuaGua’s status recovery, he would return to the state of immortality, his combat power undiminished.

"Clang— Clang clang—"

"Thud— Thud thud—"

From the start of the performance, Absolute String was focused.

It completely closed its blood eyes, merged with the harp, united with the world, resonated with the heavens, danced with the thunder.

This was the peak state of its life, under such extraordinary enhancement, it attempted another approach.

Two arms—playing "[General’s Resentment]."

The remaining two arms—playing "[General’s Grudge]."

Under the astonishing flashes of lightning which even saints would never forget, a scene was born.

The mouth of the Abyss that collapses the firmament once again manifested its fearsome outline.

Electric arcs exploded in flashes, a dark green bolt of lightning split the blue Thunder Sea, revealing its terrifying edge to the world.

A venerable general clad in armor stood amidst a pool of blood.

In front of him lay countless corpses, their unblinking eyes filled with indomitable hatred even in death.

Cold winds blew through, bringing malevolent forces like waterfalls, clouds of sorrow like fog, the old general stood alone in the bitter rain, trembling with pain, breaking with hatred.

"Destroy my city-state, massacre my kin, this vengeance cannot coexist under the heavens... Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The wild green lightning scattered sparkling arcs like gems.

The blue Thunder Sea roared again, its surface ribbed with constant ripples, subtly instilling a fragmented sensation of death.

And the second salvo of green-gold lighting spheres, ruthless, were launched on a path of mutual annihilation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Continuous explosions nearly shattered the sky!

Cracks spread like webs crawling, and unable to hold any longer, cracks in space were highlighted across the heavens.

Through those gaps, some as thick as fingers, some as wide as seas,

nothingness manifested, and even more terrifying desolation and bleakness were reflected between heaven and earth.

"Those who offend the majesty of the heavens, be killed without mercy!"

Amidst the violent thunder, a profound and obscure psychic wave crossed the formation and touched the heartstrings.

Harpy, Gorgon, Plastic Bimeng, Fish-wife... the guardian saints stationed at the heavenly pillars, were all shaken.

"Heavenly Dao... turned into sound?"

"As the era changes... even then it wasn’t like this..."

"Dual Authority challenging the Seventh Rank... The disgust and hatred of the Heavenly Dao is so extreme, it cannot tolerate even the slightest?"

Despite having many psychological expectations, at this moment, the few saints that radiated hopeful light dimmed in their eyes.