The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 749 - 309: Divine Enthronement Battle Soldiers

"Smack!"

Goose Immortal snatched the medicinal herb Ye Hanjun tossed over and swallowed it whole.

After smacking its beak twice, it seemed to find no taste, grumbling to itself:

"Such meager medicinal properties, it’s barely enough to stick in my teeth."

"Listen to that, my stomach’s growling with such gusto."

"To say I could eat ten Savage Bulls in one go right now is no exaggeration!"

"Let’s wait until we leave this place before we go hunting again."

Ye Hanjun chuckled lightly:

"There are few monsters that can be eaten in this tomb."

"Even fewer suit your preferences."

"If you’re really starving, there’s a highly poisonous centipede at the entrance. Eat it and have GuaGua purify it for you; with your constitution, you should be able to handle it."

"We’ll discuss it later."

Goose Immortal conceded a step, "Though my stomach can dissolve even steel."

"But eating in haste out of hunger, I might end up with diarrhea..."

Ye Hanjun smiled without a comment, as his Demon Wings flapped at will, and he finally landed at the edge of the three-bladed demon image’s corpse.

He carefully scavenged through the debris and found fragments of a shattered demon core, which he promptly fed into the mouth of the Giant Shield Demon Image.

"Human Master, the little Demon Enchantress has no more than Heaven and Earth Void Summoning."

"Even with the boost of the Dominant State, the fact that you could enslave the Giant Shield Demon Image impresses even me."

The out-of-breath Goose Immortal, glancing sideways with a hint of surprise, looked at the Giant Shield Demon Image kneeling on one knee.

On the shield of the Giant Shield Demon Image, where a quarter-sized notch had been split open making its defensive capabilities nearly null,

after consuming the demon core fragments, the shield began to show an extremely slow regrowth tendency, similar to that of bones, promising to heal bit by bit.

"The demon image clan is famously robust in flesh, weak in spirit."

"These two have been enhanced through acquired rituals, and they’ve battled with Ye Man, their bodies covered with minor wounds."

"Working together, as long as we can seize the precise moment, there’s a great chance to enforce enslavement."

Ye Hanjun briefly explained the principle, and as he spoke, the purple Magatama in his pupils shined brightly.

In the blink of an eye, the Giant Shield Demon Image disappeared.

The lingering heavy breath in the air also vanished swiftly as smoke does.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, worthy of the Demon Enchantress Queen, quite interesting."

Rarely, even Goose Immortal couldn’t help but click its tongue in wonder, amazed by the practical effects of this skill.

Bearing the bloodline of Aegifura, Ye Hanjun’s grin resembled that of a charming smile, his eyes’ purple gleam growing even more mysterious.

"In this world, troops of Enspirited units, though scarce, can still be traced."

"Aegifura may not be as prolific as ants or bees, but each of her Magatama can enslave a monster, acting much like Contract Imprints in the Enspirited World."

"With careful planning, commanding six elite henchmen could potentially make her combat strength a separate discussion..."

Heart’s Slave—this skill, perilously close to the limit, Ye Hanjun had no chance to explore in the past two years.

Only upon arriving at the Tomb of Asura, falling into various crises, did he and Aegifura’s relationship subtly improve, and as the continuation of their control extended, the mysteries slowly unraveled.

"Big tadpole, the prize is drawn!"

GuaGua used ’Instant Healing’ on Goose Immortal once, greatly healing its injuries, and then looked toward the bronze altar deep in the darkness with a face full of anticipation and excitement.

The three-bladed demon image and the Giant Shield Demon Image were the bosses of this Young King Hall.

Normally, defeating them would count as passing the challenge, granting access to the ultimate treasure.

"Too bad, this Young King Stone can only belong to Ye Man."

"After his death, no matter who touches the stone, it won’t trigger the intended effect."

Ye Hanjun moved forward, facing the last barrier ahead, as thin as paper, posing no obstruction at all.

At the heart of the bronze altar, some five meters high, there was a hexagonal bone porcelain vessel.

Inside the vessel, a sleek, crimson stone spun, its surface marred by streaks of dark red bloodlines, turning in a silent, eternal rhythm, slowly rotating.

"Crack!"

Ye Hanjun attempted to grasp it, but before his fingers could touch it, the stone exploded instantly.

A burst of starry sand-like dust glittered beautifully, reflecting in his eyes, shining out their last light.

"What a pity."

Ye Hanjun sighed again.

There are rules to the Young King Hall—if the first person to challenge it fails, the Young King Stone inside loses its purpose.

The principle is probably because the progenitor didn’t want descendants to take shortcuts.

He would rather have such treasures shattered in the void than to allow future generations to seize opportunities that do not belong to them through challenges far below their actual difficulty.

"The progenitor is too harsh!"

GuaGua cocked its head like a curious baby.

Like dust falling to the ground, the stone powder held not a trace of divinity.

In an instant, it went from a highly esteemed treasure to something discarded and ignored by all.

Is this the method of a supreme being? With the power that dominated the world at its prime, suppressing enemies of the heavens while alive, and even after death possessing a myriad of magical powers, it captivated GuaGua’s undivided attention.

If one day, I ascend to the 10th tier, attain Divine Enthronement, what a spectacular scene it would be?

In its little head, a longing occasionally arose.

But quickly, GuaGua shook its head, dispelling the fanciful illusions, its bright eyes focusing on the other bone porcelain vessels.