The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 900 - 359: Heartbroken Witch

"Boom!!"

Gray fireworks exploded wildly, blanketing the entire sky in an instant. Though lacking the brilliance of a rainbow, they possessed the vast expanse of the ocean.

Gray fountains dotted the landscape like stars, their waters merging into gray currents, rushing through the ruins of the Blood Witch Ancestral Land with abandon, painting the outer walls of those blood-colored buildings with a chilling hue of death.

"The Pillar of Authority! That’s the Pillar of Authority! The symbol of the Crown Rank of the Human Race’s proof of Dao!"

In the lowest refuge space of the ancestral lands, the firmament, battered by the aftermath of battle, finally lifted slightly at one corner.

Brilliant energy irrigated the area, as the huddled refugees unwittingly widened their eyes in shock, staring up at the gray light of the divine column that seemed to have no end.

"Thump!"

Ye Yin fell to his knees, an irresistible pressure instantly bearing down on his soul.

He felt no fear, and after a brief moment of shock, excitement flooded through him like a breached dam, charging toward his every limb and bone.

"The same aura... the same bloodline..."

"Not an enemy... this is the Crown Rank of my Ye Clan... someone in the clan has achieved Crown Rank... But who? Who is He?!"

Fervor and worship easily shattered tranquility, as the parched and agitated Ye Yin felt sweat pour down like rain, impassioned emotions welling up beyond control.

"Crack!"

A massive gray lightning bolt struck down, and inexplicably, a fourth scythe appeared above in the sky.

It didn’t have the shiny metallic sheen, only a dusty simplicity.

But it was far from ordinary. A mere flicker could overshadow the purple glow of the Nether Moon, a casual wave dismissed time itself, rendering all within its space silent and submissive.

"Whoosh!!!"

As fierce as the Wild Wind, as turbulent as an angry sea.

The Scythe of Death rested upon one’s shoulder, held perfectly in the palm of His right hand, fitting seamlessly.

That person... had indistinct features, an unclear face.

But that tall, slender figure, and the cascading gray hair, without a doubt, belonged to an extraordinarily handsome man.

"The Crown Rank... the Womb Death God?"

It must have been Ye Tianzi’s power still clinging to the soul.

Ye Hanjun’s gaze managed to penetrate millions of layers of gray light, catching a glimpse of a trace of the hidden world.

Ye Shitian had actually returned to a human form!

And his appearance bore at least a seventy percent resemblance to that of the Guardian statue within the clan’s shrine!

The rest of the discrepancy was completely the impression of transcending the Mortal realm, the bearing of an immortal in a magnificent robe and feathered garb, celestial in physique and poise, having returned to the origins, turning decay into wonder.

"Congratulations to the Ye Clan Leader."

Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuan Gui bent his head even lower.

"Congratulations to the Ye Clan Leader."

The Blood Witch Goddess, led by Wu Xuelu, wiped away tears and bowed in unison.

"To actually have succeeded..."

Ye Tianzi looked directly at Ye Shitian, exclaiming in amazement as if there were flames burning in his throat:

"The authority of death... somewhat resembles that of Ye Shura..."

"But your aura is too pure, you’ve discarded darkness, bloodshed, demons... even murderous intent is undetectable, only a profound and bottomless coldness..."

Ye Hanjun nodded in agreement.

A pure Divine Trace Lineage, once it grows to the extent of a False God, and with the right Divinity infused, can completely reproduce the mythological form of the bloodline’s origin.

But Crown Rank is different. With the Ancestor before them, it is impossible for successors to replicate the exact authority of the "Asura King" and must forge a new path.

This is also why the Crown Rank of the Human Race is rarer than The Fetus of God Sealing.

Evil God Sarus was unimaginably terrifying to have provided an unanticipated coronation rite. Among all The Fetus of God Sealing, He might be outstanding, possibly even involved with the secrets of the Heavenly Dao.

"Ancestor’s Soldier, do you still possess the strength for one more fight?" Ye Shitian spoke out.

"I have a relic to support me, and my soul can hold on for a while longer," Ye Tianzi replied.

"Good."

Ye Shitian instructed calmly:

"Yuan Gui, you’ve used the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk’s corpse finger to deceive the Heavenly Dao, whether it is the fall of the Light Witch God or my ascent to Crown Rank, it cannot be detected by the outside world immediately."

"Now, manipulate the ’Void’ curse within the corpse finger, destination—Without-Sun City."

"I obey the command of the Death God!"

The projection of the Seven Talismans Ghost Monk vanished from the ancestral tomb, while his true body standing outside the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, immediately manipulated the fingers at the heart of the earth, altering the Technique within.

"The Jester Emperor has marched personally, and the Abyss of the Red Dust has emerged en masse, the ancestral land is in imminent peril."

"Lord Han, as my son, what are your thoughts at this moment?" Ye Shitian’s inscrutable gray pupils locked onto Lord Han’s profound eyes.

Lord Han slowly rose from his kneeling position, standing tall and firm, resolute and unwavering:

"Those who insult others, will always be insulted."

"Those who deceive others, will always be deceived."

"The Light Witch God is dead, the Cloud Sea’s high-end battle power has been annihilated, and next up is the Abyss of the Red Dust, that’s all there is to it."

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The earth shook, and ripples spread through the space.

Ye Shitian remained unmoved, quietly watching Lord Han, with deep eyes that revealed nothing of His thoughts.

During the silent minute, five beams of attraction wrapped around Ye Shitian, Bertnar, Wu Xuelu, Lord Han, and Ye Liuying.

As their bodies turned hazy and ethereal, the projection of the Seven Talismans Ghost Monk reappeared, crossing his arms in a formal salute:

"Respected new ancestor of the night, bearing the Crown Rank and several Divine Level powers, the energy of the corpse finger is about to be depleted. This old monk will take up the defense of the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, awaiting your triumphant return."

"Swoosh—"

The five figures completely disappeared, and the oppressive presence of superior beings within the ancestral tomb dispersed and dissipated.