The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 775 - 317: Listen to the Fury of the Heavens_3

"This Guqin Demon... having glimpsed the secrets of heaven, has actually branded the traces of the sky and forged his own music scores?!"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Mochou’s mind achieved transparency, and then he fell into an even deeper level of absurdity.

Is this really possible? Using the Clock of the Era as a backdrop, imitating, simulating—just within a few short years, could they really extract nourishment from it and unleash a new vitality?

The Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon clan possesses such extraordinary perceptiveness?

Ye Mochou found it hard to believe, but the evidence was right before his eyes, making it difficult to question.

"BOOM!!!!!"

The cannon’s muzzle writhed, and after slowly taking shape, the summit fell into absolute silence.

The souls that were still frantically fleeing a moment ago were nearly pressed down to the ground, indirectly stripping them of their ability to float.

Some spirits, either too fragile or already injured at their origin, burst open with a ’pop.’

The pure soul energy that leaked from the shattered remnants would normally attract other spirits to fight and devour it, but at this moment, they remained motionless, allowing the spiritual substance to drift away aimlessly.

"Hiss!!"

The only thing still soaring in the sky was the nightmare hawk.

It was forced to lower its altitude to mitigate the destructive aura pressing down from the heavens.

But it was unwilling to submit. In its cold, calculating eyes, it was still pondering a counter-strategy.

"BOOM!!!"

In the dread-filled strains of the Guqin, a green and gold spherical lightning bolt plummeted vertically into the world of men.

It was spinning at high speed, and the red fog it encountered along its path had no chance of resistance and was instantly shattered.

"This kid... is he planning to kill everyone?"

Ye Mochou’s eyes twitched again and again as he fought the urge to intervene multiple times.

The Guqin Demon’s rank had definitely not reached the Perfection of Heaven and Earth, but this skill was extraordinary. The destructive aura it emitted forced even him to be on guard, daring not a bit of carelessness.

It goes without saying that the clansmen, immersed in their nightmarish state, had absolutely no chance of enduring it.

"&￥#*****!!"

The scorpion demon went mad, furiously smashing its scissor pincers, and a large cluster of blood-air bombs exploded over its head.

The little monkey lord, whose expression was so dark it could drip blood, had just spoken of a desperate struggle. But when the moment of truth arrived, it suddenly shrank to the size of a human fist and darted like rubber into a crack in the earth.

"Damn it, what kind of freakish thing is this!"

"Even I, who have seen much and know much, how could there be such a monstrously evil creature among humans, one that can actually dominate the Thunder and Lightning Laws!"

The little monkey lord spoke of fleeing and, before the words were fully uttered, silence took over once again.

With fear hidden in its eyes, it looked up to see only green brilliance above; a spherical bolt of lightning that blocked out the sky had not yet touched the ground when it exploded mid-sprint.

In an instant, the monkey lord’s eyes were completely filled with green.

The intense explosions echoed non-stop, the splattering plasma seemed intent on assimilating everything, the leaping electric arcs were like apocalyptic fireworks, and Soul Calming Mountain’s peak was split by countless cracks, the whole mountain top appearing on the verge of crumbling.

"Hiss!!"

The Nightmare Falcon cried out sharply and suddenly escaped from Ye Yunruo’s body.

It attempted to burrow into the prey’s dream to escape the disaster its physical form was facing.

But the spherical lightning locked onto it, and a waterfall-like downpour of the Thunder Sea bypassed Ye Yunruo’s flesh and blood, forcibly ejecting it.

"Pfft!"

The Nightmare Falcon vomited blood profusely, its petal-shaped red pupils diffusing an aura named withering extinction.

Its tricolored feathers of red, white, and black fell off one by one, leaving it bald in the blink of an eye.

It was ruthlessly pinned to the ground, as if chains weighing ten thousand tons were upon it, and its privilege to fly the skies was thus revoked.

But it did not die, nor did it cease to struggle, screaming over and over, devouring the pure soul energy from tens of thousands of perished spirits, going berserk with its soul, fighting back desperately.

"The Fourth Saintly Legacy Vein, offspring of the ’Terrifying Wing,’ the ’Nightmare Falcon’?"

"That was close. I was bound hand and foot in the dream, with a scissor pincer hanging over my head about to fall. If it had been a moment later, I might not have been able to hold on..."

Ye Yaya and Ye Xun spoke in succession, and Ye Yunruo, slowly regaining consciousness, touched the plasma that belonged to the Nightmare Falcon on her chest, lost in thought for a moment.

"Was it Ye Hanjun who saved us?"

Ye Aobai, whose legs were numbed by the splashing electric arcs, struggled to prop up his upper body, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

"Good lad, has his zither demon grown stronger?"

"What kind of skill is it that can heavily injure the Saintly Legacy Vein that had just absorbed the pure sacred blood with a single strike?"

Ye Aobai was confused, greatly puzzled.

One after another, the clan members who woke up looked up at the sky, where there was no daylight to be seen or mists to be found, just the Thunder Sea looming, like a roaring celestial tiger, dominating and subduing everything in this world.

"How terrifying, this end-of-the-world aura, it almost has a touch of divine charm like the annihilating cannons..."

"Look, even the Abyss of Destruction can’t easily devour the spilling electric arcs. It needs to grind them down before it can crush the energy inside."

"In other words, the quality of this lightning is extremely high, far surpassing us..."

The terrified clan members, though they had left the nightmare, were still engulfed by fear.

Ye Mo gazed deeply at the golden demon still playing the ancient zither, her face taut, and murmured to herself:

"This is probably not a limit skill."

"Only a Unique and Unmatched Technique can transcend the constraints of hierarchy, contending with the authority of S-rank from another dimension..."

All eyes—turned uniformly towards Ye Mochou, who was walking slowly towards them.

"Although I am quite surprised too, Ye Mo is right."

Ye Mochou’s palm held an electric arc that hopped back and forth, persistently trying to escape.

He looked down at it for a while, then looked up at the sky, his eyes devoid of any color of emotion:

"The higher the hierarchy, the harder it is to grasp and retain the skills that have the qualifications to break the shackles."

"This Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon sealed in the Demon Cave... might already possess the potential of sanctity, beyond imagination."