The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 915 - 364: Ghost Lamp’s Downfall

"Perhaps we could talk again about the supreme Crown Rank of the Ye Clan..."

The invasion factions of the Abyss of the Red Dust included not only the Jester Emperor but also the Clan Leaders of the Clan Yinma and the Clan Fenquan.

The ancestor of the former was known as the "King of Gamble on Life," who had signed a contract with the original Jester Emperor, and for hundreds of thousands of years, they had held an unbreakable close relationship.

The ancestor of the latter was known as the "Dust Heavenly Master," and before the second generation Jester Emperor had proven the divine way, he was the Master of Red Dust.

And his descendant, a human known as "Fenquan Yanjin," with the fragmented divine corpse of the ’Rouge Goddess,’ managed to escape the farthest.

He was about to get rid of Without-Sun City, to get rid of that nightmare-like ghost place.

In a frantic rush, Fenquan Yanjin tried to open a spatial channel to return to the Abyss of the Red Dust.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

A spinning scythe of the Grim Reaper flew in from a great distance.

The head of Fenquan Yanjin was severed, and the bones of the Rouge Goddess were also shattered.

By the time the spinning Grim Reaper’s scythe returned, only two gray corpses remained on the ground, not a trace of life was left.

"Pass down my divine command."

"The surviving Guardian Saint Spirits in Without-Sun City, sweep the Ghost Lamp Abyss immediately. For any invaders from the outside world, any rebels from within—show no mercy!"

"At once!"

The Electric Pincer Dragon Centipede, Mu Shoucong, the Bliss Beast, the Brush Spirit... The lucky survivors among the Holy Saint Embryos, ignoring their splitting wounds, responded in unison.

They were too exhilarated, earlier worrying about the decline of their races and the impending disaster, with worried brows and living in fear.

In a blink of an eye, the crisis was averted. The Ye Clan had a new Crown Rank, and it was one crown with two gods.

Even the enemy that the Ye Clan feared the most, not only had the Jester Emperor completely fallen, but also a good portion of the high-end battle power of the Abyss of the Red Dust had perished.

"This day... We have dreamed of it for far too long!"

"With the Ancestor Ye Shura in the past and the New Ancestor Ye Shitian to follow, the Ye Clan’s future is promising. We have endured hardships and will also rise from the ashes anew!"

The Holy Spirits danced with joy, those with appendages waved them, those with wings flapped them, and the number of those with lofty aspirations was countless:

"Once we fully resolve the invaders of the Ghost Lamp, with a little reorganization, we can completely counterattack the Abyss of the Red Dust. We can annihilate all remnants of the Clown Clan, the Clan Yinma, and the Clan Fenquan that remain there!"

"With one crown and two gods, even if we may not sit secure over the long term, within one or two epochs, the Ye Clan will certainly have the qualifications to rule over both Abysses. Our clan’s development will return to its peak, and it won’t be long before the number of Guardian Saint Spirits in our clan will return to triple digits, paralleling the glory of the late Ancient Era and the beginning of the Near Ancient Era!"

Wu Xuelu also had pent-up grievances that needed to be voiced. Gazing at the gradually darkening sky, she murmured to herself:

"There’s also the Cloud Sea..."

"The death of the Jester Emperor cannot be concealed from All Heavens, and the same goes for the Light Witch God..."

"This battle has cost the Light Witch Goddess and the Cloud Sea Goddess one True God and two False Gods, with all top battle powers wiped out. Given some time to ferment, the Cloud Sea will surely be in chaos..."

"We can also counterattack the Cloud Sea, topple the two Divine Witch Ancestral Grounds there, eradicate them completely, and leave no troubles behind..."

"Huh..."

Bertnar, still dragging the unconscious Ye Liuying, heard these statements and suddenly pursed his lips, expressionlessly said:

"I know everyone’s been holding back for too long and needs to vent."

"But I don’t want you all to be too happy, lest you fall back into the abyss once more and become unable to recover when your morale drops."

"Prince of the Clan of Vampires, what do you mean by this?"

There was an Elder, confused, trying to decipher those two sentences of the ancient Demonic Language, cautiously asked.

"Clan Leader, do you need me to announce it for you?"

Bertnar knelt on one knee, showing absolute respect towards the sky.

"No, this was my choice. I knew from the start that since I accepted the benefits, I naturally had to bear the consequences."

Ye Shitian slowly drifted down to the ground, and those Elders who had just stood up immediately knelt again.

He gazed down at the faces before him and then glanced at the badly damaged Without-Sun City, his voice flat, without a ripple:

"My Crown Rank involves forbidden existences and also ties to dark dealings."

"Devouring Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, enduring pain and loneliness, plotting to hunt the Light Witch God... these are nothing."

"The greatest price I paid is actually my life."

"A normal Crown Rank, once proven, can live for thirty to fifty thousand years as long as they do not die."

"But I don’t have that much time. From the moment of my achievement, an ancient evil spirit called Sarus was able to revive, borrowing my flesh and soul."

"I... strictly speaking, have only the strength for one battle, which I have just squandered."

"From now on, with every passing minute and second, my Crown body and divine rights will deteriorate, and in less than a century, I will perish in both body and spirit. This process can’t be reversed, even with a divine medicine that has grown for a hundred thousand years."

"How could this be..."

The kneeling Ye Clan members, and the vassals of the Ye Clan... The joy from a second ago completely disappeared.

Their bodies began to tremble again, their limbs spasming, their hearts as if grasped in the palm of a primordial beast, thumping weakly and struggling less and less.

"A Crown Rank with only the strength for one battle... how can this be enough..."

"Our Clan Leader sacrificed everything he could, only to gain... just a single counterattack at its peak? To artificially prolong our lives?"

An elderly who had lived for many years suddenly burst into tears.

Some of the younger ones, not sent out of the Ghost Lamp, began to cry loudly in terror.

"Clan Leader... isn’t there any possibility of reversal?"

Ye Ying knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with sorrow and earnest hope: