The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 864 - 347: Blood Witch God Coffin

Overhead Without-Sun City, dark clouds bore down, angering the lightning and shocking the world.

The roaring thunder had long since shattered the fabric of space, creating a terrifying black hole large enough to devour half of Without-Sun City, continuously distorting the light.

Despair drilled into the mind, leading to a chilling sensation down the spine.

Limbs stiff as rusted mechanisms, even the act of lifting an arm seemed exceedingly difficult.

"Rumble rumble——"

The violent sound of thunder approached from far to near, like a sword piercing the soul, trying to flip the spiritual world upside down.

Golden bolts of lightning painted the devil soil, which had lain dormant for countless millennia, with an irreplaceable shade of gold.

"What... has happened?"

Ye Long shivered, his whole body convulsing.

Below the protection of the Clan Protection Formation, his physical body should have remained undamaged and his soul at peace, so why could he still sense such a strong intent to kill?

Could it be that the might of the heavenly tribulation had increased again? Approaching the lethal power of a cannon? Or even surpassing it?

What about Ye Hanjun? The last time he simply faced the onslaught of tribulation through the window lattice.

This time, without any additional protection, was survival really possible?

"This is not good."

"Forming a contract with Pure Beasts does not mean one can defy the natural laws."

"The heavenly tribulation has gone berserk, a tribulation of certain death through the ages, truly no one can break it..."

On the pillar reaching to the heavens, Ye Shu, who stood by the woman fish’s side, let out a deep sigh.

With closed eyes, a tear mixed with blood trickled down from the corner of her eye, the color of sadness on her cheeks naturally deepening into misery.

"I cannot discern, having lost the direction of Lord Han."

"Mr. Ye, you stand at the pinnacle of saints, have you glimpsed even a trace of a clue?"

However, Ye Ying also had her eyes closed, with tears of blood flowing as well.

She seemed to age decades in a moment, her wrinkled hand touching her forehead, murmuring in an unsure tone:

"All I feel is, space collapsing, life withering."

"That last strike, even a Holy Spirit might not be able to withstand it head-on."

"Ye Hanjun has likely fallen, turned to ash scattered among the tribulation. At this moment, above Without-Sun City, everywhere could be his corpse..."

"Impossible!"

Ye Liuying interrupted unwaveringly:

"I was once bound to him, certain beyond a doubt, he’s still alive, the flame of life has not been extinguished!"

"It is indeed so."

Ye Yin bowed respectfully and sincerely said:

"Ye Hanjun is still alive, the heavenly tribulation couldn’t kill him, he’s survived."

"Really?"

Bear-centaur scratched his neck, feeling ants crawl over his body, both urgent and doubtful, he said:

"Is he the reincarnation of a nine-tailed fox, having so many lives to not die?"

"Or is it that your perceptions have deceived you, and he has actually been thoroughly slain by the Heavenly Realm, severing all ties with the mortal world... No, rather it’s as if he has been erased, as if he never existed. Soon, memories related to him will also become vague and unclear..."

"Then I’d rather believe he is still alive."

Ye Liuying clenched her fists, her gaze as firm as a rock, as if no words could interfere with her judgment.

"Look quickly! The electrical arcs are receding; the Thunder Sea is fading, the anomaly of the heavenly tribulation is weakening!"

The Electric Pincer Dragon Centipede waved its pincers, exclaiming loudly.

True enough, as its voice fell, the rumbling of the thunder became more subdued with each round, turning in an instant from a spirited young warrior to a staggering old knight.

The members of the Ye Clan were all shocked, and as the vibrations on the spiritual level gradually lessened, those who dared not look directly at the sky finally raised their chests and heads and surveyed the heavens and earth with clear eyes.

"Thump——"

A fragmented piece of metal heavily crashed to the ground.

At the central altar, a life form that could still be described as a "human," with lower legs, thighs, abdomen, chest... even the top of the head, could be seen impaled by swords of lightning shimmering with golden light.

He was completely nailed to the ground, with each sword piercing his body.

Yet there was not a drop of blood around him; the blood had already seeped into the ground, coloring the earth a dark red, starkly contrasting with the charred color a little further away.

"Close the heavenly window!"

Ye Ying’s eyes sharpened as she commanded.

The harpies, Gorgons, bear-centaurs... The guardians stationed at the heavenly pillars did not hesitate and immediately spread the Clan Protection Formation.

Thus, the defenses of Without-Sun City were once again perfected.

The secrets of heaven were again cut off, as fleeting shadows passed by.

Ye Ying, Ye Shu, Ye Qianmo, Night Roufeng... the Ye Clan saints gathered around the "corpse," looking down with astonishment.

"This... dead or alive?"

"This is the first time I’ve seen such an ambiguous state of life, seems dead yet also not dead—strange indeed."

Ye Qianmo attempted to touch a strand of golden arc with his finger.

In an instant, as if bitten by a venomous snake, he recoiled faster, even jumping back a step.

The wide-open eyes emphasized the shock in his heart as he shouted:

"This is the Thunder Element corresponding to the heavenly tribulation? At such close proximity, even I break into a cold sweat!"

"This is just the electrical arc, if it were a manifest object condensed from the lightning, like these golden thunder swords, if they ran through my flesh and blood, I surely wouldn’t survive today!"

Ye Qianmo showed a hint of dread, then fright, and finally waved his hand irritably:

"This kid is definitely done for! Thoroughly done for!"

"Prepare to hold a funeral for him, at least he became a Young Emperor before dying. Arrange it with the highest honor, let him enter hell in style!"

"Ancestor, shall we not try to rescue again?"