The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 851 - 342: Clan Leader Candidate_3

However, he could not speak, could not utter a word, only replying with silence.

If these guardian spirits knew that thirty-two was just the appearance, and that the fragments he obtained in the tomb exceeded a thousand, what would they think then?

If they knew that even the Remnant Spirit Night Emperor, the Shura Bow, occupied his flesh and blood, covertly bearing the mission of his clan, would they go mad with excitement? Would they be moved to tears? Would they feel the thrill and joy of being revived from desperation?

——Ye Hanjun didn’t know.

All he knew was that these secrets could now only be sealed within his mind, undetected by gods or demons, left for him to digest alone.

"Good!"

"Very good!!"

In the silence, Ye Ying’s dull pupils burst out with endless divine light.

She repeated the word "good" four times, her palms holding the bow case trembling incessantly.

"An all-time high! Etched in history!"

"Descendant of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun, in the New Era’s Second Epoch, entered the ancestral tomb! Became the Young Emperor! His merits are outstanding!"

"If he can survive the heavenly tribulation and cut through all shackles and obstacles, he will be among the contenders for Clan Leader, ensuring the Ye Clan remains immortal for tens of thousands of years!"

As soon as these words were spoken, an unprecedented commotion erupted in the hall.

Ye Mochou and Ye Qiyu, wearing incredulous expressions, gazed fixedly at Ye Ying’s face.

Ye Nishang raised her right eyebrow, the sharpness in her eyes like the stars of the night sky, shimmering brightly.

"The pressure suddenly feels great..."

Ye Wen Fei, coming out of her daze, nudged Ye Liuying with her shoulder and whispered furtively:

"Hey, your brother is about to soar."

"Clan Leader candidates are usually only among those who have attained Saint status."

"Although being a Young Emperor and the Son of Shura is a grand identity, without reaching Saint status, it is not officially recognized in principle."

"Ancestral Saint Ye Ying would rather break the rules for your brother than to make such a promise."

"It’s enough to see how important your brother is in her heart."

"Nonsense."

Ye Liuying rolled her eyes, feeling no reverence for this as yet unattained Young Emperor:

"Creating a miracle unprecedented in history, such an achievement if truly realized, would be treasured anywhere, wouldn’t it?"

"You all anticipate him taking that step, but I feel that every step of this path is perilous, with no chance of safely preserving oneself."

"If Ye Hanjun truly becomes a person without parallel in this world, might he become a second Ancestral Saint Chengfeng, snuffed out by The Fetus of God Sealing in their ruthless pursuit before he could reach his ultimate potential?"

Ye Liuying did not lower her voice, Ye Wen Fei heard clearly, and the other clansfolk also heard every word.

Then, a sense of bewilderment spread in waves.

Indeed, if it came to that, Ye Hanjun’s achievements, how could they be weaker than those of Ye Chengfeng who had contracted the Ultimate Flash?

Even he had not been spared.

If such a character were to emerge again, considering the Ye Clan’s now even greater decline in strength, could they truly protect him?

"The elder does not wish to discuss this topic."

Ye Ying slowly handed the bow case to a writhing shadow, turned around, a trace of fierceness flashing across her face:

"The elder can only guarantee that in this epoch, if there is no Crown Rank or Divine Enthronement to prolong life, the Ye Clan will use up its last drop of demon blood to drag those tribes who repeatedly offend us... all into the grave."

——The atmosphere became heavy once more.

The rowdy guardian spirits, one by one, sat back down in their thrones, wordlessly.

Below the throne, Ye Qiuguo pursed her dry lips and couldn’t help but ask quietly:

"Ancestral Saint... has our clan’s situation become more distressing in this past century?"

"The clan meeting is called to let you understand the latest news."

As soon as Ye Ying spoke, it was as if her words could break the skies, expressing without emotion:

"The Blood Witch God is dead."

"She was already grievously injured and old, clinging to life in slumber to oversee the Ghost Lamp Abyss."

"To the Ye Clan, She was the most trustworthy and strongest ally, and also our last Fetus of God Sealing in the Ghost Lamp."

"But despite all calculations, She survived the Cosmic Era Calamity, yet did not outlast the weaker Clock of the Era."

"The clock did not slash Her soul or destroy Her divine veins."

"However, pulling one hair affected the whole body, the old wounds were agitated... since the day of divine fall, outside the Without-Sun City, blood clouds have covered the moon, torrential blood rain has continued for forty-nine years, and there is still no sign of cessation..."

"You can’t be serious..."

Ye Qiuguo was shocked, her pupils constricting to pinpoints:

"The Blood Witch God is dead?"

"The Guardian Spirit of the Ghost Lamp Abyss... just like that, has fallen?"

"We’ve been in the great tomb for a mere hundred years. How has... the sky changed upon our return?"

Ye Aobai, Ye Buchun, Ye Buyi, Ye Lingwu... every Young King was like fishbones stuck in their throats, gaping, uncertain how to speak.

"Ancestral Saint!"

Ye Qiyu’s gaze darkened, suddenly revealing an icy cruelty, deliberately articulating:

"Does this mean, the war waged against the Ye Clan — — is bound to start sooner?"

"How much preparation time does our clan have left? How much time do we have to grow? Please tell us clearly, do not keep secrets from us any longer!"

"Ancestral Saint, I want to know too."

The character for ’extinction’ in Ye Mochou’s pupils flickered on and off, the grim aura of death as majestic as mountains:

"Without reaching the Saint level, I cannot take part in this impending disaster."

"As royals, in the face of a formidable enemy, I refuse to swallow grievances silently."

"If time is of essence, any breakthrough method that is unsparing and could tarnish my spirit, I am willing to endure!"

"You have the right spirit."

Ye Ying paused for a moment, exhaling slowly:

"Having such awareness does justice to the surname of Ye and the blood that flows in your veins."

"In these hundred years, the guardian spirits sent out to scout have either returned injured or with their weapons shattered."

"Every sign indicates that the Abyss of the Red Dust— the perpetual enemy the Ye Clan despises and abhors — is amassing forces and at any moment could launch an attack."

As her words concluded, a terror far surpassing that of Ye Mochou emanated from Ye Ying’s hunched back.

She smirked, her cold smile spreading, and even Ye Wen Fei, who controlled the ability of ice, shrank her neck, not daring to utter a sound.