The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1044 - 407: Goddess Ba, Awakening!

"Huff..."

Ye Hanjun gazed up at the dark blue sunlight filling the sky, similarly unable to suppress the excitement within his heart.

For this day, he had waited for more than three hundred years!

But the Solar Abyss had waited for the return of this lost monarch for 111,031 years!

He had once, with the power of a single corpse, made All Heavens and Ten Thousand Races lose their lustre!

He had once led a realm and created a splendour spanning ten epochs!

Today, he would awaken from his slumber, and once again show the world the true essence of the word "legendary"!

"Revive, Ancestor!"

"Return, Guardian of the Solar Abyss!"

In the central lands, Mie Quan, Mu Yi, Shi Qiong, and others all knelt on one knee.

Ye Hanjun, Mang Hao, Ye Liuying, Elder Yin, Elder Yang, standing hundreds of meters apart, all placed their hands over their chests, faces solemn.

In more distant places, such as the Fiery Sun Waterfall, Golden Crow Territory, Storm Fierce Lands...

One creature after another, as if sensing an undying breath in the air, either prostrated or remained silent, their eyes overflowing with fervour.

"With the heavens as the order and Kūn Líng as the tomb, we welcome the arrival of the Corpse God!"

"—We welcome the arrival of the Corpse God!!!!"

Layer upon layer of calling voices, thick and overlapping, endless and ceaseless.

In the blink of an eye, a tremendous pressure rose, and the world fell into silence.

Ye Hanjun felt his breathing become extraordinarily difficult, and his legs wouldn’t stop trembling.

A commotion stemming from instinct muddled his thoughts, making him want to worship some immortal life that was about to appear.

Thankfully, just as he could no longer bear it, thunder roared in the clear sky, and the earth’s crust trembled.

Tens of thousands of tooth-shaped fissures tore open the soil of the Solar Abyss.

In an instant, the wails of the departed echoed in the soul, and Ye Hanjun seemed to see an endless ocean of corpses.

It was a scene even more bloody and terrifying than Corpse Mountain, with humans, wild beasts, demon beasts, Insect clan, demi-humans... all torn asunder, their bodies lacking a single intact piece of flesh, dark maggots crawling in and out of them, a gluttonous feast stilled in utter silence.

"Rumble!!"

The next moment, the barren land transformed into waves, layer upon layer rolling and breaking, revealing an exceedingly simple cyan coffin, horizontal at the core of the earth.

Nothing was near the coffin, as though shrouded in nothingness, as if transcending the world, independent and empty.

The Hanba Clan, led by Mie Quan, Mu Yi, and Shi Qiong, all became agitated:

"The Ancestor’s divine coffin! We have found it!"

No sooner had the voice faded than from the tranquil cyan coffin, light began to spill forth.

When those dreamlike beams of light touched the blazing golden sun, a cyan aura floated in all directions, and then, endless miraculous visions unfolded around the sarcophagus.

"Boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Deep, resounding echoes, akin to a vajra striking a bell, sent people into a frenzy.

Against the fabric of the sky’s azure waves, the stench of decay dissipated, and the scent of blood faded.

A peerless figure rose from the coffin, a faint scent of lotus leaves diffusing with it, Ye Hanjun took a light breath, the refreshing scent seeming to soothe a restless soul.

"Ancestor, we missed you, finally we see you again!"

"Do you still recognize us? I am Mie Quan, your seventh divine general!"

"This is Mu Yi, this is Shi Qiong, we have been waiting for your return—"

A word "return" seemed to stick in Mie Quan’s throat, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t say it out.

He stood petrified, his pupils churning up torrents, all joy gone from within.

"How is this possible..."

"Ancestor... you... what has happened to you?"

The figure that walked out of the coffin had slender shoulders and a tall, thin build, consistent with the impression they had.

Beneath the delicate hem, a pair of petite lotus shoes touched the ground, highlighting the girl’s cuteness and vivacity.

Moving upward, wrapped in cyan, she seemed to walk out of mist and rain, her whole being shrouded in haziness, beyond compare of the common folk.

But this figure, ethereal and outstanding, dignified above all, had—nothing above her neck, absolutely no head!

"Ancestor... where is your head?"

"What in the world is this, who in All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds dared to sever your flesh and soul?"

Mie Quan’s voice was trembling; he had imagined the arrival of this day countless times, but never did he think that the returning Ancestor would be headless.

"This can’t be! Am I blind?!"

Yang Qi was even more furious than Mie Quan, already standing up, eyes about to split with anger, a malevolent aura soaring to the sky.

Ever since he had the opportunity to transform into a mixed-blood Hanba containing a trace of divinity, he had been so full of anticipation for the Primordial Ancestor of the Hanba Clan.

Refining the Ancestor’s flesh and blood, advancing to a pure-blood Hanba, how could he have expected that the supremely exalted Goddess Ba would end up in such a wretched state?

"Who did this?"

It was the first time Shi Qiong spoke, his hoarse voice infused with the killing intent of an ice wolf.

"Ancestor..."

Mu Yi Hanba, whose core personality was ’soothing’, rarely showed a frosty demeanour.

His brows were tense like furrowed blades, his lips unconsciously quivering, desperately suppressing the tumultuous waves within:

"Across the ten epochs of the Ancient Cosmos, even when All Gods were in turmoil, no deity could have damaged the Ancestor like this..."

"It’s been over a hundred thousand years, no wonder the Ancestor’s soul couldn’t wake up on its own, to survive such a heavy blow is already a miracle..."

"Ancestor!"

Overwhelmed with sorrow and utterly confounded, Chao Lu said:

"Looking at the world, our clan has countless enemies, but we have never truly been afraid of anyone..."

"This disgrace etched in the flesh, who ’"bestowed"’ it, to have destroyed your immortal body?"

Several voices, numerous questions, thrown one after another.