The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 653 - 277: Demon Dragon Island·End_1

In the Ghost Lamp Abyss, the concept of spring, summer, autumn, and winter was non-existent.

Meanwhile on Demon Dragon Island, Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying gradually lost their sense of time, officially embarking on a "carefree" lifestyle.

The former would spend more than half of his day playing musical instruments.

When he managed to squeeze out some time, often it was spent cooking exquisite dishes to indulge his taste buds.

As for the latter, she spent most days sitting on the shoulder of the Stone Giant, surveilling the territory, randomly demolishing an Evil Dragon’s nest.

As midnight approached, regardless of her injuries, she managed to bring back one or two dragon corpses. The exhaustion in her eyes was outshone by her satisfaction.

"Ribbit, ribbit!"

GuaGua, the carefree creature, was somewhat well-behaved during bath time.

However, whenever it was not bathing or not accompanying Ye Hanjun, it transformed into a little devil of mischief.

Nibbling at herbs wasn’t a serious issue.

Even if it accidentally took over as the leader of the Hashi Dragon clan, it didn’t matter.

Until one day, when Aegifura found that GuaGua had been digging a hole, and it had taken on her form.

The sight of a plump rear-end protruding as it used its nails to dig in the earth nearly gave her a heart attack.

The ensuing scream resonated through the earth and moved the Heavens, unable to subside even after several hours.

"Ribbit!"

GuaGua didn’t care, these beautiful nails were too precious to be wasted if they were not used for digging.

As for Aegifura’s pursuit, she merely activated the ’Golden Flash’ that was sealed inside her spellbook, and swiftly fled the scene.

Aegifurara could neither catch her nor touch her. As long as things went smoothly, no harm was done.

"You little imp, you are NOT allowed to transform into MY form!"

Aegifura, her white hair hanging like a set of swords from the sky, was furious.

Her fulsome bust heaved with her heavy breaths, her frustrated swearing drew the attention of hundreds of devil flies:

"If I catch you, I will spank you so hard that your butt will bloom!"

"Ribbit, ribbit!"

GuaGua had run away a long time ago, found a new spot, and continued digging its hole.

The mud was teeming with bizarre little creatures, sometimes yielding bones, metals, fossils, crystal cores... it was all akin to the excitement of treasure hunting.

"Bang!"

Aegifura stomped her crystal-heeled foot, shattering countless rocks, still unable to suppress the rage in her heart.

"Crack!"

Under the force of her anger, a piece of Illusion Dragon Crystal Stone, swirling with bewitching colors, appeared in Aegifura’s palm.

With a squeeze, she absorbed the essence of blood within it, and the five purple magatamas spinning slowly in her eyes projected a splendid afterglow, like a spinning top.

Sharing the same Small Achievement of the Annihilation Rank, her charm skills had no effect on GuaGua.

If only she could advance the Annihilation ranks earlier, to the Great Completion, or even Perfection of Annihilation, she might have been able to catch the little devil and proper spanking!

Aegifura’s motivation to be more powerful increased day by day.

From afar, Fly Moon withdrew its amused gaze, focusing on its front.

"Ouch... Ouch... It hurts..."

"Feels good! Satisfied! So happy!"

...

Tens of thousands of devil flies buzzed away from the ground.

Mo, the Child of Disaster, lying sprawlingly in a pool of blood, was in unlimited bliss.

"Strange character, but decent bloodline, possessing the potential of six or seven points... interesting."

Fly Moon looked around Mo curiously, circled it several times, and then, with a flash of pink light, disappeared.

After a short while, when it appeared once more, a pile of multicolored, smelly herbal liquids were dumped on his wounds.

"Hiss!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts so much!"

Mo’s tentacles twisted in every direction, looking like a giant squid in pain.

Fly Moon watched with great interest, noting how Mo’s vital signs were weakening until he finally died, it nodded in satisfaction:

"The harsher the treatment, the quicker the growth, isn’t it?

"I’ll train you well, able to cross ranks and withstand my Plague Fog, your resistance is truly astounding!"

"One day in the future, the Path of Pollution and Destruction will have a new Demon King. I see great potential in you!"

"....."

Mo, now a lifeless and cold corpse, could not respond to the voice.

From above in the sky, the three-eyed white crow slowly descended.

While pecking at Mo’s head, it infused dark energy into him. Mo’s tentacle twitched once, the soil around his body started to collapse, and the life force of nature itself was absorbed into his body.

"Hm..."

Regaining consciousness, Mo’s external injuries healed rapidly. He started to shout "It doesn’t hurt anymore" and "the pain is gone," phrases that had become part of his daily rhetoric.

"Buzzing!"

The devil flies rushed back again, flooding everything like a tidal wave.

Fly Moon disappeared, its stomach a little bit hungry, it traveled thousands of miles away.

Hunting Demon Dragons, hunting huge birds, and after a satisfying feast, it then occupied a Dragon Nest, patting its bulging belly and falling into a deep sleep.

...

"Hahaha, Huazhu, your Wind Blade can’t do anything to this great Immortal!"

Near the Glutton Demon Dragon’s den, the wind howled, and swords clanged.

The Goose Immortal, surrounded by a flurry of sword feathers in the center of the formation, dusted off the white spots on his black feathers, shaking his head and neck, full of vigor and vitality.

Huazhu remained silent, with the golden light flashing three times, she appeared behind Goose Immortal.

She swung her Golden Great Sword, and a very thin wind blade, hiding among dozens of Sand Dragon Scrolls, aimed directly at the Goose Immortal’s neck.

"Stop!"

A chill ran down the Goose Immortal’s back, as the feeling of a sword cutting his throat abruptly interrupted his laughter.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Hundreds of Sword Feathers, stacked together, formed a Metal Shield.