The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 975 - 384: Descendants of the Grey God

"Water Sorceress Holy Maiden..."

Mu Shoucong sighed deeply, feeling a moment of resonance.

Born divine, the glory of his ancestors no longer, the pride of old all trampled underfoot—how painful must that experience be?

Allied with the Ye Clan were the Blood Witch Goddess clan and the San Zhou Ghost Monk Lineage.

If there was no birth of The Fetus of God Sealing soon, they would completely lose the divinity in their bloodline.

In the end, to become nothing but a so-called treasure in the treasure trove of other races.

This helplessness, this sigh, after ages of torment, would anyone still remember?

"This is the Clan Leader of the ’Parasitic Crab Dragon King’ clan, which was once one of the few holy dragon clans in the West Sea, obliterated for secretly assassinating the lineage of the Corpse Dragon Queen."

"Its corpse, not absorbed by the Patron, preserved to deter those filthy clans who like to work in shadows..."

"This is the ’Aurora Bat,’ the holy spirit of the Demon that masters illusions."

"Upon falling, this holy spirit’s flesh emits a light brighter than in life, termed by the Patron as ’a splendid art piece,’ and included in the top-grade list."

"This is the ’Fearless Whale,’ a super holy clan of the West Sea during the Near Ancient Era, at its peak, gave birth to a False God."

"Unfortunately, their large size made reproduction extremely difficult."

"At the bottom of the decline in the late Near Ancient Era, to this day, this lineage has likely vanished, with no more purebloods appearing..."

...

Three Corpse Shura Girls—diligently working.

They kept talking, spending an entire day leading the group through the special collection exhibits.

Ye Hanjun roughly counted, the relics of over three hundred holy spirits, none duplicated, all from different bloodlines.

This was a terrifying number because this could not possibly represent all the resources of the Corpse Dragon Queen.

Her growth necessarily involved refining a significant number of holy dragon corpses.

Together with countless top, middle, and lower grade treasures, this Corpse Dragon Queen, bearing the true name "Shiju," has resources enough to crush any Holy King family.

"Something is not right, do you guys feel something demonic?"

"It is said that the lineage of the Corpse Dragon Queen does not only pass down to one individual per epoch, it usually trains around ten or so."

"This Shiju was born in the first epoch of the New Era."

"Now unable to attain a holy rank, implying she is still very young."

"At a time of family crisis, how can she, with her capabilities, possess so many treasures without them being requisitioned by her family?"

Mu Shoucong deliberately avoided eavesdroppers, secretly communicating with Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying.

Ye Hanjun was also contemplating this issue.

This Corpse Dragon Queen named Shiju certainly has something extraordinary about her.

If she cannot distinguish herself among her contemporaries, let alone compare to the previous or earlier generations,

how could she possibly possess privileges beyond others, how could she make dozens of holy spirits willingly obey her commands?

"But this doesn’t make sense..."

"If it is a naturally gifted clan member, triggering a regression or similar transformation, carrying the hope of revitalization,"

"the clan would be too busy protecting her, how could they allow her to choose a Patron from outside?"

The deeply puzzled Ye Liuying, her attention frequently drifting, pondered over and over but could not understand the underlying principle.

"Indeed, such grand publicity, not only spreading the news across the West Sea but also going beyond, seems like she’s determined to find herself a Patron..."

Mu Shoucong, tugging at the leek on his head, became more agitated the more he thought about it.

The Corpse Shura Girls—too low in rank, failed to notice their subtle movements.

As they reached the exit of the Corpse Palace, their faces, glowing with vitality, became a little calmer and they proactively asked:

"Sirs, would you like to continue visiting lower-quality collections, or shall we go for a meal at the corpse feast?"

"Has the corpse viewing begun?" Ye Hanjun retorted.

"The corpse viewing is always open, you may enter at any time."

The Rakshasa Woman lowered her head, apologizing:

"But the Patron has ordered, if you do not wish to taste the exquisite corpses, in human terms, ’do not scheme together if the paths are different.’

"So, it’s forced dining, right?"

Mu Shoucong snorted, suddenly unhappy:

"I want to see what’s so tasty here that can cater to guests from different races!"

"Just to be clear, I don’t eat meat or gnaw on bones, my only interest is in the liquid essence that contains life energy."

"If you don’t have it here and insist on forcing me to eat all sorts of rotten corpses, this young master will not comply."

"Holy Spirit dear, please calm down."

The leading Rakshasa Girl "sweetly smiled":

"This servant remembers, there is a delicacy called ’Corpse Immortal Water.’

"It was from a corpse of a Medicine Holy Spirit, buried in Blessed Land, soaked in natural spring water for nearly ten thousand years until the flesh completely dissolved.

"The residual life essence, all dissolved in the water, one sip and a mortal can live three hundred years longer."

"Your Excellency seems to practice the way of plants, if you could drink it, it might be slightly beneficial, surely not a disappointment."

"Ah, Supreme Saint Medicine Beast... that is indeed acceptable..."

Mu Shoucong let go of his bravado, his earlier bluster completely shattered.

But he was unwilling to admit his slight, instead using his gaze to signal to Ye Hanjun, waiting for him to take over the situation.

"To be able to enjoy the delicacies of the Corpse Race for free, such an opportunity is quite rare."

Ye Hanjun rubbed his empty stomach:

"Take us to the banquet, it’s been a while since I’ve had a feast, it’ll be just right to eat a full meal."

"Please!"

The gracious Corpse Shura Girl immediately maneuvered the corpse boat, heading in another direction.

Shortly—

A white light flashed before their eyes, Ye Hanjun raised an eyebrow in silence.

It was actually a dragon tail, its flesh cleanly stripped, the snow-white dragon bones almost as refined as a magic artifact, still retaining the aura of a primeval fierce beast.

"This is the dining table."