FreeBooksOnline Chapter 713 - 297: Grand Ceremony
Chapter 713 - 297: Grand Ceremony
"How could this happen..."
The quietly listening Yu Ruoxin felt suffocated upon hearing this.
So-called allies, it turned out, were also in jeopardy themselves.
Since dividing their territories, the Ye Clan still nominally dominated the Ghost Lamp Abyss, known as half the Lord of the Abyss—was this the reason behind it?
"Girl, don’t be afraid."
The mini golden tortoise exhaled a gentle breeze, brushing across Yu Ruoxin’s cheeks:
"Fate has many paths, and since you have enjoyed the splendor of prosperity, naturally, the bitterness of desolation is also reasonable."
"You are still young, with a wonderful future ahead. We, the old predecessors carrying the mission of our clans, will surely hold up the city’s protective river for you and buy you more time."
"Predecessor..."
Yu Ruoxin’s eyes gradually cleared from a daze. First, she showed admiration and then took the initiative to say:
"Let’s continue digging the grave."
"We must let the departed souls rest."
"Alright."
The mini golden tortoise nodded, pointing to another dried-up grave:
"Be extra careful with this one."
"It’s filled with a corrosive liquid, and if even a drop splashes on you, you’d perish beautifully."
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The music from Ferocious Ghost Hall never stopped, sometimes like a gentle breeze, sometimes like rushing water from high mountains, melodically fluctuating, captivating people’s hearts.
Ye Hanjun, who frequently entered the main hall to fight, could no longer immerse himself in the music.
Every time he came out, he was completely scarred.
Flowers of fresh blood bloomed on his limbs and body, the breathless, gore-strewn figure almost overwhelmed GuaGua.
It was in this cycle of repeated injuries and healings that Ye Hanjun’s aura grew denser, much more solid than when he first advanced to the sixth rank.
"Woo woo woo—"
One day, a deep, horn sound blew, as if coming from a remote past, carrying a long history with it.
Ye Hanjun, who was battling at the time, suddenly realized that all the evil ghosts had disappeared. Ferocious Ghost Hall was empty, no longer a single opponent to refine his skills against.
"Whoosh!"
He decisively activated the Ferocious Ghost Symbol and returned to the resting area.
The sound of the horn suddenly intensified, like a wild warrior about to charge, the agitation from the depths of the soul began eroding his flesh at a terrifying rate.
"This day has finally come..."
Ye Hanjun summoned GuaGua and after recovering using "Instant Healing," he stepped into the side hall.
The lingering music finally stopped. Absolute String was holding the body of the instrument with two hands, the other two hands suspended in the air, his half-closed bloody eyes now fully open, but inside there was no brilliance, like a clump of muddy water.
"Talent Identification."
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[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: 28888 Marks "Bright Lake Chant," 29500 Marks "Reckless," 29990 Marks "Great Cold," 30000 Marks "[General’s Resentment]"
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[Current Status]: Demon-God as One (Permanent)/Life Surge (Paused)/Bloodline Tremors (Paused)...
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"Still no understanding of skills?
Ye Hanjun frowned, clueless.
Absolute String had been playing the instrument for nearly two years, such an abnormal state, yet still unable to understand skills?
"Almost..."
Absolute String muttered, staring with chaotic bloody eyes:
"Lingering in a place of darkness and silence, I intended to compose a piece called ’Night’."
"Unfortunately, it lacked a bit of essence, never grasping the key point, and ended up with nothing..."
"Grandpa Piano, are you about to break through?"
GuaGua, always liking to join the excitement, circled around Absolute String curiously asking:
"You’ve played for a long time, your aura is so profound, closer to a Small Achievement of heaven and earth than mine."
"If you could play a little longer, you should be able to compose..."
Absolute String responded off-topic, the fervor on his face fading into a touch of melancholy.
"You are already very impressive, don’t be discouraged!"
GuaGua, like a little adult, stretched out a small hand, patted the phantom’s shoulder, and encouraged:
"The bell is about to ring soon, Grandpa Piano with astonishing comprehension, perhaps you’ll also receive the blessings of heaven and earth!"
"Cheer up quickly, this is a phenomenon that happens once every ten thousand years; I’m really looking forward to it!"
"Bell?" Absolute String paused, dazed for a long time.
It seemed immersed in its own world, trying to grasp something, time and again ending in failure.
This resulted in its consciousness being unclear, muddled, and unable to communicate properly.
"Go back to the Contract Space and rest for a while, come out later."
Ye Hanjun shook his head, illuminated the Contract Imprints, and temporarily recalled Absolute String.
"Let’s go! It’s time to listen to the bell!"
The excited Little GuaGua, sitting cross-legged on the Ninth Layer Lotus Platform, suddenly dived into Ye Hanjun’s pocket.
It was warm and snug inside, perfect as his traveling palace.
"Woo woo woo—"
Stepping out of the Deep Black Wheel, the horn sound grew even louder.
By the time he returned to the outer city, the horn sound pounded at the heart, blood rushing faster through the veins, invigorating the whole body.
"Years and years of waiting, this day has finally come."
"Yes, born in this era, it’s hard to tell whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate."
"Hahaha, brother, don’t be so pessimistic!"
"To be able to peek at a corner of the majesty of heaven and earth, I feel extremely honored!"
"If we receive the blessings of heaven and earth, that would be a huge gain, an opportunity many seek but cannot find. If it happens to me, I’d wake up laughing from my dreams!"
The outer city of Without-Sun City had changed from its usually desolate appearance.
The streets were filled with newly built palaces, and countless unfamiliar figures came and went, bustling and uproariously lively.
As Ye Hanjun walked forward, people noticed his attire, and everyone made way for him, showing respect as they greeted him.