The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 716 - 298: The Arrival of the Holiest

"Ah, a live sacrifice using a Saint?"

GuaGua counted on his fingers, seriously counting:

"Then over the past 120,000 years, hasn’t that meant sacrificing twelve Saints?"

"Not necessarily."

Ye Hanjun touched its head, correcting:

"When the Ancestor was in power, with his old self guarding, there was of course no need to be so cautious with the Clock of the Era."

"But now the situation is different, the clan has continued for 120,000 years, the karma accumulating stronger with each passing moment."

"Without the protection of a crowned position, to ensure the clan is largely unharmed, we can only welcome the turnover of the era with the highest standards."

"That’s pretty tragic too," GuaGua said sympathetically:

"It’s so hard to cultivate up to the 9th rank only to sacrifice oneself for the clan. Would any Saint really be willing?"

Ye Hanjun sighed lightly, "The Ye Clan is complex and intricate, countless years of layering, there will always be old, exhausted, dying Saints, clinging to their last breath, living yet not dead."

"The one for live sacrifice, is chosen from amongst them."

"Being able to make such a huge contribution to the clan on the verge of death, blessing future generations with one’s own power, I think they would be willing..."

"Not fun," GuaGua covered its ears, excitement drastically diminished.

But its bad mood came quickly and left quickly.

Ye Hanjun walked step by step toward the center surrounded by twenty-four towering stone pillars.

From other directions, figures were dimly visible, clan members also hurriedly converging from all directions.

"Look, Liuying!"

GuaGua pointed in a distant direction, waving hands to greet.

"Over there, that unfortunate old grandfather!"

GuaGua stretched out its feet and nudged the giant tadpole’s arm, reminding him to keep his distance.

"The proud three Emperors are here too; they always used to fly around. It’s rare to see them walking slowly on the ground, obediently following the rules, such a curious sight!"

Following GuaGua’s shouts, Ye Hanjun surveyed his surroundings.

The young clan members were almost swarming over, nearing the ancient ruins. They all retracted their Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits and stepped forward in neat ranks.

Ye Qiyu, Ye Mochou, and Ye Nishang were always the center of attention.

Their expressions were cold, looking towards the twenty-four towering stone pillars, their glowing eyes like black suns, emitting natural authority at all times.

Thus, a large area around them was empty; indeed, no clan members of a comparable rank wanted to walk alongside them.

Further back, Ye Xien, Ye Aobai, Ye Sisi, Ye Quan... clan members who had awakened from seals, one more spirited than the next.

Half of them looked up at the Holy Spirits above with fervent gazes, a longing so intense it could be felt by anyone.

"That is the ’Thunderous War Chariot’! It’s my great-grandfather’s Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit!"

"My great-grandfather is still alive! He’s an old Saint who participated in the Cosmic Era Calamity, and to think he has lived another ten thousand years!"

In the crowd, a burly man as broad as a bear, full of bravado.

His voice, swallowing rivers and mountains, drew many sideways glances.

"Ye Long, didn’t your great-grandfather pass away?"

"Yes, before the seal, I too had heard this news, could it have been a mistake?"

"Haha, don’t ask me, I don’t know either!"

Ye Long laughed, "Maybe my great-grandfather went to a particularly dangerous forbidden area to fight, survived against all odds, and advanced his cultivation even further!"

"Such unexpected joy is the most uplifting news I’ve heard since awakening... I really want to drink heavily in celebration, to drink to oblivion!"

The roaring spread for ten miles, most of the listeners showing a hint of envy.

Although they all share the surname of Ye, the connections between their bloodlines are complicated.

Whether tracing ancestors or close relatives, finding a living Saint naturally raises one’s status significantly.

"Big Tadpole, you don’t mind?"

GuaGua tugged at the pocket of the clothing, tilting its head curiously.

"My father, is the head of the clan."

Ye Hanjun shook his head, "All children born through the Secret Technique, maybe they’ve never seen their father’s face from childhood to adulthood."

"But trying to surpass our background... yet that is something hard to accomplish."

"Your dad is so awesome, branching out, it feels like half the clan is yours!"

Shaking its head, GuaGua was never stingy with words of praise.

"Ah, another big guy is coming!"

GuaGua suddenly stopped, pointing to the sky, face full of excitement.

"Qiuguo, what Holy Spirit is that?!"

Ye Dong asked in shock.

The giant beast was grayish, resembling a four-limbed gorilla, covering three thousand meters in a single stride, jumping right over the heads of the crowd.

When it got close to the towering stone pillars, it hugged one and swiftly climbed up, its movements as agile as those of a primate.

"Roar!!"

The giant beast reached the top, stood on its legs, and roared.

Only then could everyone see clearly, its body hairless, composed of impurity-filled crystal-like material.

It had a pair of thick horns on its head, a long tail on its back, half-ape, half-bull.

Seven claws at the fingertips, each with sharp talons, chest bulging out, belly caving in, its form bizarre.

Yet its nose was bright red, its eyes white, its mouth bat-like, with two exposed fangs on each side of its jaw, displaying a ferociously fierce appearance.

"Eh? What Holy Spirit is this?"

Ye Qiuguo blinked, unable to recognize it, unable to answer Ye Dong’s question.

"Have you guys heard of the ’Behemoth Beast’?"

Ye Buchun laughed heartily, showing off his knowledge: