The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 689 - 289: Apocalypse Revelation

A tune of General’s Grudge almost lured all the remaining Zombie Dogs, utterly annihilating them.

As the dark clouds dispersed and the Star Battle Platform regained some brightness, the destruction Lightning above their heads finally disappeared without a trace.

"The chosen one is, after all, the chosen one," even if they abandon the Blood of the Ancestor, ordinary clan members still have an insurmountable distance from him.

Ye Mochou on the back of the White Bird Demon, gave a deep laugh and commented,

"Next, let’s see how far he can go."

"If he can break through the barrier, jumping over the dragon gate as a mere carp, then he will be the Shining World Fetus of our Ye Clan’s thirteen hundred thousand years, with potential as boundless as ours."

"If he cannot break through, falls from the high platform, and dies in despair, this emperor will erect a tomb for him, and single-handedly challenge the ultimate height."

"Ha." Ye Qiyu’s sharp gaze swept over, defiantly saying, "Single-handedly?"

"What, do you think I will also die young, and only you can overcome all difficulties and dangers, ultimately becoming the pillar of our family?"

"Instead of hoping for others, it’s better to believe in oneself."

Ye Mochou said calmly,

"Over one hundred and twenty thousand years, countless Young Emperors have died prematurely, but how many have actually reached the level of a Saint?"

"Moreover, below the Ancestor, there are no more titles, and the path to the ultimate is incredibly lonely and desolate."

"Today, I can still undergo intensive training with you all, bustling with people coming and going."

"Years later, if there are still a few who march forward shoulder to shoulder, that would be an additional joy."

"If I end up alone, that’s normal, and one should peacefully accept it."

"Perhaps there’s some truth in that," Ye Qiyu said sharply, "but I will never fall."

"Whoever stands in my way is my enemy."

"Eat their flesh, consume their blood, knock their bones, suck their marrow, nap on their skin, pluck their fur... I will spare nothing, at no expense!"

"Me too." Ye Mochou laughed heartily, raising his index and middle fingers like a sword, pointing upwards,

"Let’s see who can seriously wound Mist Head!"

"The one who does less will, afterwards, offer several Spiritual Treasures and cannot take it back!"

"Afraid you won’t make it?" Ye Qiyu roared, his red hair wildly fluttering in the wind, like the roaring of a young Demon God.

...

"Black Pupils brilliantly shining, hands moving with lightness like a butterfly, once the tune ended, corpses littered the field..."

"Is this Lord Han’s secret weapon...Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon?"

"Now, those 6th-ranked Young Kings will probably start fearing him, taking even more precautions against this emerging powerhouse of the clan..."

The majority of the clan members who had held on were outstanding 6th-ranked individuals.

Ye Buchun, Ye Yunruo, Ye Lingwu, Ye Xien, Ye Aobai, Ye Sisi...

A dozen or so people scattered at vantage points of the Star Battle Platform, some gazing blankly towards the center, some with sharp sparks in their eyes, others eagerly anticipating, flames of battle fiercely burning.

"That’s it for today."

"The wounded can now be treated, everyone else disperse on the spot."

"Tomorrow at noon, right here, I want to see all of you."

The voice of Ye Nishang fell like hail, no one saw her true form, only a fleeting shadow dashing, disappearing into Tianjiang Mansion in the blink of an eye.

"This..."

"Rare Jade and Mo Chou are still battling with Mist Head, aren’t they?"

A young clan member pointed to the sky, looking puzzled.

"Relax," an elder replied,

"Even if we die on the battlefield, it’s not easy for them to be killed."

"Since they mentioned that hunting Mist Head requires seventy days, it means continuous battle without any rest in between."

"On the contrary, if we don’t get treated in time, don’t rest, tomorrow will be miserable."

"Yes, it’s already so tragic on the first day."

Ye Hanlian sat up, extremely weak,

"Heaven knows how much harder Nishang’s special training will get, I wonder if we can keep up."

"Alas, just endure it, this is also part of cultivation."

Ye Shanzhu patted her shoulder, "At least we’re still alive right now. If we enter the Tomb of Asura and find ourselves lacking in strength, by then, we won’t even have the chance to speak."

...

With gazes intensely focused, carrying expressions full of complex meanings, Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying walked out of the Star Battle Platform together and then left Tianjiang Mansion.

From this, a brutal period commenced.

Every day, Ye Nishang prepared different kinds of Fond Spirits for the clan members to "play" with.

Zombie Dogs were just a trivial prelude; what followed were ’Purple Gold Violent Monkey,’ ’Terror Centipede,’ ’Scissor Winged Demon,’ ’Bloody Halva,’ ’Magic Rabbit with Red Lips,’ ’Headless Warhorse,’ ’Nether Ghost’... even the weakest were from the Heaven and Earth Void Summoning kill category, tormenting the clan members day and night to wails and howls.

Three clan members’ Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits died tragically under the predators’ claws, beyond help.

Fortunately, as terrifying as injuries like shattered viscera, bisected waists, and severed limbs were, as long as there was a breath left, the medical-type Shining World Fetus could slowly restore their vitality.

Ye Qiyu and Ye Mochou successfully subdued Mist Head after 65 days.

Ye Nishang allowed them only two days of rest before setting up an ’Immeasurable Void Pull Lion’ for them to experience the terror of having their senses stripped and their images frozen.

Ye Hanjun—occasionally still asked for leave.