The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 862 - 346: The Pure Blood, Staining the Sky_2

Standing at the edge of the roaring cannon carriage, Ye Qianmo heaved a sigh, a trace of loneliness appeared on his weathered face:

"To be honest, for Lord Han to have made it this far, it’s already beyond our initial expectations."

"Rare Jade, Mochou, Nishang, if they were at the peak of the 6th status with him, defeating him would be no small feat, and the chances of turning defeat into victory are slim."

"And such a young talent was born in our Ye Clan!"

"Looking across all the heavens, even with the Nine Seas, Eight Mountains, Seven Abysses, Six Realms, Five Tombs, Four Valleys, Three Pools, Two Gates, One Connected Heaven, how many can amass such formidable combat power at his age and status?"

"This dead-end road... truly deserves to die."

Ye Ying’s eyes shone with a ferocious light, she was one of the few in the arena who had been staring straight into the sky from the beginning, without shifting her gaze.

And her loathing was unmasked, overt, and clear.

"Poor child."

"The might of the celestial trial is so strong, it’s probably also because of the surname of Ye."

"Ever since the fall of our founder, we who bear the Ye surname are no longer favored by the Heavenly Dao."

"Each epoch passed deepens this feeling."

"The change of the Origin Era, that fresh in memory Broken Era Calamity, is the best proof."

"The Heavenly Dao despises us, with neither deity nor Crown Rank, yet occupying boundless natural resources, seen as insects, to be slain for pleasure."

"Carrying such a surname and asserting the way with Dual Authority, the rage burning like an erupting volcano, the more you resist, the more it enrages, the more it enrages, the colder it becomes..."

Ye Ying’s voice was hoarse and deep.

In the central sacrificial altar area, silence prevailed, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Even the normally harsh Elders, upon witnessing all of this, had a trace of somberness in their eyes.

It seems that today, the Ye Clan would ultimately lose a Young Emperor.

In the New Era’s Second Epoch, the beginning of chaos, the fortunes of the Ye Clan have been in continuous decline, and such a desolate trajectory is hard to accept with ease.

"What does it matter if the ways of Heaven are unjust?"

A roar similar to that of a beast suddenly filled the high skies.

At the center of the converging gazes, Ye Hanjun danced madly with his sword, the red light in his eyes shining brightly like lamps, almost possessing the deterrent power to devour souls.

Above his head, the Spirit-Sealing Crown floated slightly, radiating light in all directions.

At his waist, the Soul-Refining Bead rotated nimbly, summoning even more ghostly soldiers and Demon Generals.

Under his feet, the roar of the Demon Boots striking the earth seemed to tread on the heads of all beings, the status of an earth-bound insect striking furiously against the deity in the sky.

"Fight!!"

"Fight with gusto!!!"

Ye Hanjun shouted loudly, bellowing one of Goose Immortal’s favorite catchphrases.

His momentum soared to its peak, and the Absolute String to his left, as if sensing this, transformed its four arms into afterimages, frenzied and uninhibited.

The pitch of the harp’s music rose higher and higher, cascading and graceful.

In an instant, lightning joyfully crackled like a myriad of flowers blooming, a thousand fires brightly illuminating.

In the sky, the verdant growth momentarily uplifted the descending gold Abyss, effectively slowing its descent.

Mo, whose flesh had reassembled and consciousness restored, continued using "Touch of the Mountains and Seas" and "Heavenly Purgatory."

Along with its strongest skill "[Great Calamity Evil Demon Curse Body]," it glared at the growing Golden Lightning Celestial Sword, causing even the indestructible sword tip to crack.

"Rumble rumble rumble rumble——"

The wind and thunder bellowed, heaven’s visage was furious.

The second, third, and fourth enormous Golden Lightning Celestial Swords, their tips colliding, formed a cage-like ultimate Sword Array.

The four swords descended at once, a series of "clang clang clang" resonating; the silver strings of the Absolute String snapped one after another, cracks spreading across the harp’s body, with the Absolute String coughing up blood, the blood eye on its forehead first opened wide then closed weakly.

"My human Bosom Friend... I did my best."

"The sound of the Heavenly Dao, loud enough to halt the clouds, thunderous, more pleasing to the ears than the whisper of forests or the melody of springs..."

"Having heard such music, I die without regrets... without regrets..."

"Swish——"

Ye Hanjun flicked and prodded, infusing the Absolute String with a powerful lifeforce, then forcibly retrieved it.

Then, he fixed his gaze on Mo, confined by the golden lightning Abyss, each streak of golden light passing left a dreadful wound on its body, nearly severing it into two.

In a matter of seconds, it was shattered, reduced to a mass of flesh.

But the Heavenly Dao seemed to also notice its life form was different from common beasts, it did not let go of the corpse, instead it launched countless golden electric arcs, rifling through the body, trying to destroy something vital like the core of life.

"Where is the White Crow? Why hasn’t it come out yet?"

GuaGua, clutching Ye Hanjun’s hair, appeared as if in the midst of a deathly storm, with a face full of tension.

It didn’t like the ragged creature, nor the three-eyed white crow within it.

But it had devoured the killer cannon and did not spare even the embryonic evil beast, the Earth’s Heart Vessels; the most starving, most greedy of monsters.

Why then, at a more crucial moment, like facing the baptism of the celestial trial, had it fallen silent?

Mo died and revived over and over again, its Halo of Bliss exploding after every iteration, yet there was no sign of it awakening—why so?

"This shouldn’t be, we stayed in the Great Tomb for so long, the ragged creature was almost digested, and even started to complain ’it doesn’t hurt anymore.’

"Since it’s a celestial trial, the very essence of calamitous power, why won’t it come out? Does it want us to die together in this cold indifference?"

GuaGua clenched its webbed feet tightly, its shiny large eyes filled with worry.

Ye Hanjun had no time to sooth the little creature, his unblinking gaze fixed on the sky.