The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 878 - 351: Soldiers at the Gates, Ordeal of the Ghost Lamp_3

"Since choosing to betray the Ye Clan, the Nether Lamp is vast, but no longer a place for our tribe to inhabit."

"If you cannot achieve the expected outcome in this battle, I will be disappointed, very disappointed."

"Rest assured."

The leading Light Witch Goddess glanced at the Triple Curse Ghost Monk with unquestionable authority and said:

"It’s not just the Jester Emperor who has promised you, but also our clan’s Ancestor."

"After this battle, you may command your people and continue to reside in the Nether Lamp."

"Or you can go to the Abyss of the Red Dust and become royalty there."

"Of course, if you insist and are not afraid of the divine light of our tribe, the Cloud Sea is also welcoming to you."

"Good."

The Triple Curse Ghost Monk moved his chin and suddenly raised a skinny finger, pointing it straight to the ground:

"Enough said, the Blood Sorcerer Clan has sensed our approach, we shall sweep and suppress them with the force of thunder."

"But why do I not see the Light Witch God in person? Although the Blood Witch God has fallen, it has only been a little over a hundred years; if you underestimate her descendants, you will also pay a severe price."

"The Ancestor will not come down easily."

Wu Guangqing replied, her eyes suddenly narrowing as she coldly looked to the ground.

Behind her, darkness fluttered like a candle in the wind, trembling, fearful, and unsettled.

With a crisp sound, something was crushed, and a drop of milky Divine Blood flew out.

It was like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing the sky before plunging vertically downwards.

As it neared the ground, it exploded like a brilliant firework, and like the first ray of dawn that illuminates the earth, it brought endless light and hope.

"Tsch—"

Bloody mist billowed, and a thick cocoon wrapped in blood burst open.

As an ancient city was revealed, Wu Guangqing raised her hand, and the Twelve-winged Holy Angel Dharma appeared behind her. With a flurry of feathers, the splendid light permeated the soul, darkness was completely dispelled, and not a single dark corner remained within ten thousand miles.

"Above the Supreme Saint, below Divine Enthronement..."

"You have surpassed Perfection and approached False God, only lacking one Divinity?!"

Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuangui’s expressionless face suddenly tensed:

"No wonder you spare no expense to obtain the body of the Blood Witch God..."

"The Blood Witch God has only recently fallen, a mere hundred years is not enough for the Divinity to dilute naturally, to return to the cosmos..."

"The barrier has been broken."

Unshaken by Triple Curse Ghost Monk’s shock, Wu Guangqing remained as calm as ever, her voice steady.

She simply continued speaking, then turned her gaze, which harbored dual suns, towards the hole still emitting the blood mist:

"Blood Sorcerer Clan, will you surrender or die?"

"By the order of the Jester Emperor, He doesn’t permit you to live, seeking to eradicate you completely."

"But my lineage of the Light Witch God fears nothing; this is merely a cooperation, each of us taking what we need."

"As descendants of the Witch Gods, if you are willing to abandon the Ye Clan, forsake the Nether Lamp, and hand over the body of the Blood Witch God, I can promise to spare the lives of your core members."

"In the future, when serving the ancestor of the Light Witch, changing bloodlines, and truly becoming one of our clan, glory will be shared and brilliance will last forever..."

Wu Guangqing’s voice came to an abrupt halt, and the frost-faced Wu Xuebi, holding a blood spear, charged out:

"Are you asking us to abandon our ancestors, our promises, our faith?"

"Such a clattering calculation, your old ancestor would laugh out loud if they heard it!"

"State your name."

Wu Guangqing glanced over and commanded.

Despite being the master of the path of light, her actions were even more ruthless and merciless than those of the path of blood.

Enraged, Wu Xuebi raised her hand and projected a barrage of blood spears.

But just as the blood spears were launched, holy light descended.

The sacred and searing radiance seemed capable of melting everything, Wu Xuebi screamed, covering her blinded right eye, rapidly lowering her stance.

"You have no right to speak to me as an equal."

Wu Guangqing said in the ancient Witch language used commonly in ancient times:

"I’m only giving you this one chance, submit or die."

"Your clan has just recently ascended to the Divine Clan with the help of the Ye Clan."

"Burdened with the authority of guarding the Abyss, your ancestors suffered greatly from the ravages of war, riddled with wounds from the moment they became gods, having no chance to properly develop your clan."

"Whereas my Light Witch lineage has proven godhood since the fourth epoch of the Near Ancient Era and has continued up to now, laying down far deeper roots than yours."

"Just surrender the divine corpse, help me ascend to divine status."

"With two gods in the Light Witch lineage, even if the Asura King were alive, we would have no fear, no worries."

"Pah!"

Wu Xuebi spat out a mouthful of blood, sneeringly said:

"When the Asura King was alive, holding the Crown Rank and double divine status, he slaughtered not less than two supreme beings of the Human Race! He performed Divine Enthronement on no fewer than four!"

"How dare you compare yourself to Him with just two gods? And there’s also that old Witch God, almost rotting with age, both offspring of Witch Gods—truly shameless!"

"Those who desecrate the ancestral Witch, die."

Wu Guangqing maintained her usual indifference, pointing a finger as a cluster of needle-like holy light rapidly expanded, in the blink of an eye enveloping Wu Xuebi like a white cloud.

"Sizzle!"

A massive blood fist burst out from the ancient city.

Wu Xuelu, with a drop of divine blood in her mouth, her entire body emitting a demonic and sinister light, dispelled the holy light and, like a sharp blood knife, slashed towards Wu Guangqing’s neck.

"Not being a False God, relying on the blood of the ancestral Witch to boost your strength, you still aren’t worthy to be my opponent."

The second sound of a fracturing object appeared in Wu Guangqing’s hand.

She radiated light, and behind her, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel that hovered faintly sprouted several pairs of illusory wings. The sacred aura emitted was like an insurmountable mountain, harshly suppressing the entire Blood Witch Ancestral City from above.

"This is our ancestral land!"

To this, Wu Xuelu had only one response.

With her words, the blood-red clouds obscured the light, and the blood rain that fell seemed like a poisonous liquid. The surrounding Witch Clan army started to panic, with many creatures revealing fear, cautious not to be touched by even the slightest drop.