The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 861 - 346: The Pure Blood, Staining the Sky

"How is he still alive?"

Outside the central altar, a young king exclaimed as his body stiffened like it had turned to stone.

At a passing glance, features became sharply defined, every detail vividly distinguishable.

The shining Golden Thunder Sword, slashing out from the depths of the Thunder Sea, made no earth-shattering roar, more like a cold assassin lurking in the dark, delivering a fatal strike as soon as it struck.

The unknown demon that blocked above Ye Hanjun’s head and obliterated a hundred and eight Purple Thunder Heavenly Swords couldn’t react in time before being split in two by the sword’s light.

The cross-section of tender, translucent flesh still echoed in the mind like a haunting shadow tormenting the heart.

Such a lethal move, concentrated with the swiftness and tyranny of lightning, suddenly burst forth with extreme power.

Ye Hanjun, with his human flesh, bore the brunt of it, his chest torn open with a large hole.

His heart was pierced, his heart vessels shattered, and his entire left chest was pulverized.

Golden arcs crackled, his other organs bearing pain far beyond their capacity, like a burst balloon—was there any chance of repair?

Even to an onlooker’s perspective, what enveloped Ye Hanjun were only decay and devastation, no more youthful recklessness, no more valiant appearance.

Such an injury should logically have meant meeting with fate’s end, collapsing heavily to the ground with eyes forever closed in unresigned death.

However... he actually didn’t die?

Blood poured endlessly, the nearly extinguished flame of the soul reignited once more.

His spine gradually straightened, his chin tilted slightly upward.

Within those infinitely dim eyes, a spark burst forth, life reigniting.

"Whoosh—"

An expanse of glittering sea, filled with a milk-white liquid, boundless and mysterious.

It raised colossal waves, the warmth of the sun, the lightness of soft water, like a loving hand caressing the skin of creatures on the shore inch by inch.

Mo, split in two—regrew copious flesh buds, rapidly fusing together its entire body.

But Goose Immortal, who lay motionless, having lost all his valor, breathing faintly, was at death’s door, suffering a life-threatening injury.

"Swish—"

Ye Hanjun activated Contract Imprints, forcefully recalling Goose Immortal.

Since emerging from the tomb, Ye Yin had ascended to Seventh Rank, from "Miracle Survivor" at A-rank, transitioning to "Survivor" at S-rank.

By common sense, he should have lost the Ability to copy bonds from the Taoist when ascending to Seventh Rank.

But it must be an influence of Dual Authority, unable to enhance status without passing the heavenly calamity.

Ye Hanjun was in a special state of being neither here nor there. The Ability of "Miracle Survivor" still existed, but it wasn’t stable, operating with a strong sense of obstruction.

Just then—Scapegoat triggered!

Had it not been for Goose Immortal and Mo sharing part of the Thunder Sword’s lethality, he could not have sustained his belief, restarting the Book of Life and Death and the Judge’s Pen.

The outcome was fortunate; Ye Hanjun came back to life.

But Goose Immortal was hurt even more severely; sending him back into battle would be like sending him to his death.

"It’s just us now. Who knows how many heavenly thunders are left... At this point, there’s no possibility of retreat."

Ye Hanjun surveyed his surroundings, murmuring to himself in a faint voice that only Guagua could hear.

As the words fell, facing Huazhu’s extremely anxious gaze, not waiting for her to speak, another forceful recall triggered.

All that remained were Absolute String, Mo, and Guagua.

Absolute String continued to play the zither, Mo’s battling bought time, and with Guagua’s relentless purification, it burned the negative life fire for the third time, entering the state of eternal life for the third time.

[General’s Resentment] in unison with Heavenly Wrath, released both an Unparalleled Skills and a limit Ability, an inconceivable feat for any creature.

But Absolute String did just that; the collapsing sky’s cannon reconsolidated as the emerald-golden ball of lightning violently erupted, accompanied by thousands of clustered emerald-golden bolts, turning the sky above into a chaotic dance of demons, once more reduced to the ruins of thunder.

"Crackle!!"

Golden brilliance dazzled; a cascade of sword light split a corner of the azure sky.

In the midst of this horrifying scene that made it difficult to breathe, the second Golden Thunder Sword made its stunning entrance.

Unlike the first, it wasn’t as small, sleek, or elusive.

It was enormous, its hilt alone was five hundred meters long, with a blade stretching over five thousand meters, broad as a mountain range.

And that blade, like a dragon’s horn or a tiger’s claw, shimmered with cold light, its sharpness on full display.

The surging intent to kill congregated here, and ultimately, like a hovering thunder abyss in the heavens, it slowly pressed downward, unstoppable.

"What number of transformations is this? Each one more terrifying than the last, really offering no chance for survival?"

Atop the pillars reaching the heavens, the guardian spirits could not hide their shock.

They had been part of this tense atmosphere from the start and held no expectations for the Dual Authority’s assault on Seventh Rank.

Ye Hanjun’s repeated defenses, his continuous resistance, had finally led them to feel that within the pitch black darkness, a glimmer of dawn seemed to rise.

Golden Thunder Sword pierced through the heart—hope instantly shattered.

Ye Hanjun reversed life and death, stubbornly surviving, undoubtedly reignited hope, even higher than before.

However, the Heavenly Dao remained indifferent, continued to pour down a torrential icy deluge.

The spirits, watching this massive Golden Sword blotting out the sky, feeling a power that even made them tremble, some displayed looks of despair, others of unwillingness, a scene of sorrowful clouds and mournful winds, endlessly bleak.

"Fate can be defied... but only in certain domains."

"Dual Authority, such a defiance of the heavenly order, will not be tolerated by the Heavens, turning a blind eye is impossible, they must go to all lengths..."