The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1251 - 476: Ancient Elf Deity_2

"Lord Han, do you feel it?"

"Because of the Contractual Relationship, the bond has not torn, but it has become imbalanced."

"The time I exist in the real world is extremely precious. The longer I stay, the less it matters to me, but it seems you will have to endure much suffering..."

"Yes, this is indeed a problem that cannot be ignored..."

Ye Hanjun nodded gravely, taking a deep breath.

Mu Yi’s attribute panel was extravagantly chaotic.

However, the "Contractual Relationship" appeared "unstable."

The products of the bond’s extension, "Existence Limitation" and "Activity Limitation," these two tags were inevitably alarming.

After a simple exploration, Ye Hanjun confirmed—

The Divine Enthronement’s Mu Yi can be summoned, but as soon as he leaves the Contract Space, He becomes a burden for Ye Hanjun.

In other words, within each complete cycle, Mu Yi’s battle time is limited.

If a prolonged battle fails to conclude, either Ye Hanjun himself will be on the verge of death, or the Contract will completely collapse, separating human and god.

Similarly, the Flesh Furnace, Soul Spring, and the powers granted by King Yan... these strengthened Abilities cannot temporarily link with Mu Yi.

The relationship between Ye Hanjun and Him was like a thread, a miracle they could connect at all; too much ambition would only lead to disaster.

"This seems rather troublesome..."

Little GuaGua rubbed against Ye Hanjun’s neck, comforting him:

"But don’t lose heart, we’re basically still to develop discreetly. The terrifyingly strong Grandpa Mu Yi, just occasionally showing what He’s capable of, to solve the urgent needs, that should be enough!"

"That’s right!"

Admiring and motivated Goose Immortal, critiqued:

"Who would have thought, a Human Master bonded with The Fetus of God Sealing?"

"Not even to mention a few minutes, just one second, and the Holy King would turn to ash."

"This is the ultimate weapon, specially designed to slaughter!"

"Although this Immortal thirsts for the enlightenment of Divine Enthronement witnessed by my own hands, since Mu Yi has reached the top first, seeing how He slays gods would probably be a delightful sight, worth learning from!"

Goose Immortal’s voice had hardly faded when the impatient chanting of Buddha’s Song, along with the desolate and scorching aura from Chao Lu, roared out loud:

"The new Ancestor of the Hanba Clan! When will we campaign into the Solar Abyss?!"

"The cruel Primordial Spirits mock us as the Solar Abyss lacks a divine guardian; pitiful Deep Red must have lost a lot of Origin to block the Divine, and the day of Divine Enthronement gets delayed once more!"

"We beseech the new Ancestor to return home and cleanse our clan’s disgrace with the blood of a god!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qi and Shi Jutan also joined in the roar:

"We earnestly request our new Ancestor to return home and wash away our clan’s disgrace with the blood of a god!"

"Inhale—"

In a flash, Mu Yi’s eyes were as sharp as blades.

He ended the casual conversation, directly asking the Myriad Beasts Pattern:

"May I inquire of the Ancient Elf Deity from the Sprite Tomb, when will you arrive at the Totem Tomb?"

"If you do not come, I am prepared to strike at the Primordial Spirit. Although not certain of success, it is a commitment without hesitation."

"Soon."

The Myriad Beasts Pattern curled up a finger, counting a few seconds and murmuring:

"Judging the time, at the latest in five days, He will definitely arrive."

"I cannot join this battle; it is up to you to combine efforts. One supreme deity with time constraints, perfectly complements another whose condition is peak but combat power is ordinary... Together, the Crisis of the Solar Abyss will surely be easily resolved."

"Let’s hope so."

Mu Yi proactively approached Ye Hanjun, who no longer hesitated and quickly retracted Him into the Contract Space.

Just talking for this span of time, his shoulders felt as if they were burdened by a mountain of a hundred thousand tons, his arms and legs trembling, his soul spasming, unable to calm for even a moment.

However, as the forceful retraction of light released, and Mu Yi’s divine fluctuations merged into the void, Ye Hanjun started to regain his strength and gradually noticed his condition improving.

"Phew, bearing the weight of Divine Enthronement... The pressure is too great."

"I need to sleep, awaken me in five days..."

Without any formality, Ye Hanjun laid down on the ground.

Considerate GuaGua immediately transformed into Little Meili’s princess bed, wrapped up by the Wild Wind, Ye Hanjun was swallowed into the bed curtains, cutting off all sounds and presence drastically.

"Get ready, the divine battle is approaching!"

Buddha’s Song waved a huge hand, his momentum as majestic as a rainbow.

"Hey, I’ve been ready for a long time!"

Chao Lu licked his lips eagerly exclaiming:

"We’ve waited too long for this day. Ancestor, Mie Quan... Heaven won’t annihilate our Hanba Clan, Our clan will have another Divine Enthronement!"

"Stay strong, Brother Shi Qiong!"

"In a few more days we’ll be back, and all the sights you’ve longed for and anticipated in your heart will unfold before your eyes!"

...

Five days passed quietly.

Ye Hanjun opened his eyes, sensed a little, and although he did not feel refreshed, his movements were free and not much worse for wear.

"Where are the Immortals?" Ye Hanjun asked GuaGua.

"The Big Iron Goose couldn’t wait; they’re nesting at the entrance to the Totem Tomb, all waiting for the Elf God."

GuaGua returned to his original form and replied with his milky voice.

"Let’s go, we should take a look too."

Ye Hanjun swallowed a Spiritual Medicine, then carried GuaGua and passed through the spatial Rune teleportation channel.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, ripples in the space above him emerged, and Zhe Yu’s corresponding Thousand Beasts Pattern’s avatar was the first to drill out.

It didn’t have human facial features or structures, making it impossible to read the emotions from micro-expressions.

But instinctively, Ye Hanjun raised his eyebrows, the usually plain, unsmiling Zhe Yu, at this moment emitted spiritual waves that were... anger?

What happened? Only five days had passed; what new predicament had arisen?

With curiosity hidden, Ye Hanjun silently shrank to a corner, placed himself in the shadows, and his presence plummeted.

"Zhe Yu, why the anger?"

The Phantom Body of the Myriad Beasts Pattern manifested in mid-air, slowly drifting towards Zhe Yu, with a look of confusion.

"The Sprite Tomb... has gone too far in deceiving spirits!"