The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 715 - 297: Grand Sacrifice_3

Offending anyone else might be manageable, but offending a member of the Night Family can bring big trouble.

"In crowded places, it’s best to keep jumpy Fond Spirits like this one tucked away."

Ye Hanjun uttered indifferently, turning away without looking back.

"Gua!"

GuaGua, sneaky as ever in the pocket, covertly performed a "Healing Burst" aimed at the thigh of the horse.

The horse’s wound vanished immediately, and it stood up bewildered, looking left and right, completely clueless as to how it had healed so swiftly.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The owner of the horse bowed respectfully, then shot a glare at the owner of the fire-scaled dog before continuing to push forward with the crowd.

"Forget it, I’m too dangerous. Better move quickly."

"GuaGua, up!"

"Gua! Got it!"

GuaGua leaped out of the pocket, and in a shake transformed into the very same horse as before.

It actually wanted to turn into a "Six-legged Cow Horse," but Lao Liu’s rank was too low, and using its pace for travel was tediously slow and not fun.

This thigh horse was rather intriguing though, hopping on one leg, bouncing forward like a spring, leaping over people’s heads with each bound.

"..."

The patrolling guards looked toward Ye Hanjun more than once.

Even a member of the Night Family shouldn’t be Sprinting and hopping about in Without-Sun City at will.

There are rules here; to break them, one must possess the corresponding status or strength.

"That’s the Young King."

The Captain of the Guards placed his hand on a Team Member’s shoulder, and his four words, light yet heavy as mountains, were more effective than anything else.

The frowning Team Member of the Guards immediately calmed down, returned to his post without a glance elsewhere, and focused on his duty.

"Ye Hanjun, have you come out of seclusion?"

After Sprinting for dozens of minutes and passing along a grand avenue, Ye Xien stood with arms crossed, his attention swept swiftly over.

Beside him stood another person, dressed in white as snow and carrying an air of unruly nonchalance—none other than another Young King, Ye Aobai.

"Yes." Ye Hanjun nodded faintly, not in the mood to approach for a chat, hurrying away instead.

"Does he seem even more dangerous now?"

Ye Aobai, watching as the thigh horse gradually disappeared with each leap and bounce, licked his lips and muttered to himself:

"What has he been up to, disappearing for nearly two years."

"At first, Ye Nishang intended to closely monitor him, definitely including him on the list of key concerns."

"But later on, she took an indifferent, hands-off approach – let him be. That’s quite curious..."

"Who cares."

Ye Xien, standing on the Blood Drinking Knife, flew on the blade, visible excitement burning like fire:

"We’ve waited so long, finally, the day has come."

"I’m going to enter the Tomb of Asura to look for remnants of Beast Soldiers from the Near Ancient Era, and forge the Blood Drinking Knife into the true King of Beast Soldiers!"

"Just like the once great Asura Bow, when the Soldiers are unleashed, no enemies can withstand, invincible!"

"Hahaha, such high ambitions!"

Ye Aobai responded rebelliously:

"My goal is clear too. My grandfather died in that tomb, I want to surpass him, to come out alive, and to strive for the title of Saint!"

...

"Gua Gua! Yoo-hoo!"

Having bounced for a good while, GuaGua wasn’t the least bit tired.

However, as they approached the city center, the invisible pressure increased, and GuaGua could barely bounce a meter high anymore, which was frankly boring.

It returned to its original form, dove back into the pocket, and continued to be a passenger.

Lord Han transformed into a "steed," carrying the little rascal towards an ancient relic at a slow pace.

"Wow, so big!"

"Such tall, magnificent columns!"

Ahead, a colossal ring-shaped structure stood at the center, boundless and without end.

At its edge, twenty-four towering stone pillars stood out strikingly.

They reached straight into the sky, as if they were propping up heaven and bearing the earth, their impenetrable solidity, even at a distance of hundreds of thousands of meters, shook one’s soul.

"These are treasures left behind by the ancient progenitors and are the foundation and Array Eyes of Without-Sun City."

"It’s because of these pillars’ protection that this city has existed for over a hundred thousand years. Despite the erosion of time, it stands unyielding."

Ye Hanjun sighed with reverence.

Straining his eyes, he could faintly discern that about ten of the twenty-four pillars were glowing.

Following the palpitation of awe, he looked higher to see a six-wheeled chariot neatly perched atop one pillar.

On another pillar shrouded in mist, with a plump figure that was very likely Yushi Clan’s saint fish.

"Big tadpole, what are they doing?" GuaGua asked curiously.

"The Clock of the Era has descended, naturally necessitating the full activation of Without-Sun City’s Defense Array," murmured Ye Hanjun.

"To do so requires twenty-four Holy Saint Embryos to serve together as the guardians of the formation."

"Moreover, the sacrifice of a Night Family Saint’s flesh, blood, and soul is needed... as a living offering."