The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 870 - 349: Divine Trace Lineage - Blood Witch Goddess

"I don’t know."

Facing Goose Immortal’s questioning, Ye Hanjun also couldn’t figure it out:

"The heavenly tribulation emits a deadly intent that should not be surpassed. As it neared its end, it was shattered by an unknown force."

"From a practical standpoint, it seems I haven’t passed through the calamity. I haven’t met the standards of a breakthrough and need to face the tribulation again, or continue to endure it."

"But from a spiritual standpoint, I feel as if the lightning tribulation has passed. It’s just that something essential is missing in my flesh and soul. It’s like a puzzle with a corner piece missing, still lacking that key piece to complete it..."

"Quack! It sounds really troublesome!"

Goose Immortal folded its wings, its eyes suddenly bulging bigger than brass bells:

"This thing behind you, lad, why does it look vaguely familiar?"

"Holy crap! An aura that originates from the same source as the heavenly tribulation? What is this thing?!"

Goose Immortal, with its head lowered and moving closer to have a look, suddenly started hopping and retreated dozens of steps.

It stared at the Cross Thunder Sword with reverence, its metallic feathers flaring outwards, clearly shocked to the extreme.

"Sword Thunder Child, seemingly a piece of the Heavenly Dao law that remained within my body and gave birth to the Thunder Elemental Spirit..." Ye Hanjun explained.

"Good lad, feeling like a proud father?"

"That’s brag-worthy stuff right there. For no reason at all, chopping at the Heavenly Dao, spawning a thunder creature without a peep, and it has to be you!"

Goose Immortal raised its wings, all but giving a big thumbs up.

One could tell, it wasn’t joking, but rather sincerely admiring.

To do what normal people don’t do, that’s freaking awesome! The future Holy Nest needs such talent!

"Ye Hanjun, I... I’m so full... *burp*."

By his right foot, a little creature shaped like a pentagon sea star, slowly crawled up along his ankle.

It clung to his lower leg, its big blinking eyes nearly bursting with blood vessels.

"It’s... It’s so painful!"

"I have never enjoyed such prolonged agony, it’s so comfortable! So joyful!"

Mo gazed upward with a blissful smile on his face.

Ye Hanjun checked its attributes and discovered that the rank suppression had gone from severe to extremely severe. The tiny body seemed to be loaded with an endless bloodline energy, ready to explode at any moment.

"The heavenly tribulation... it’s so wonderful!"

"Tiandao is so formidable, cutting through the body inside and out. It’s sour, it’s tingly, and once I’ve fully digested it, I want to re-experience it!"

Mo, radiating with a blissful smile, rubbed against Ye Hanjun’s leg hair.

Afterward, it looked at the Cross Thunder Sword with anticipation.

Clearly, because of the matching auras, it considered Sword Thunder Child as a fresh source of pain—the ultimate pleasure machine.

If it weren’t for the energy of the tribulation still unsettling within, it would have surely pounced to embrace the joy and relish in the devilish comfort.

"Where’s Jue? Is he in seclusion again?"

GuaGua had no interest in a dirty rag, and upon not seeing Absolute String anywhere, was very curious.

"I can’t summon him, similar to the state when I comprehended ’Heavenly Fury.’"

Ye Hanjun nodded, confirming that Absolute String was alive and well, without too much worry.

This heavenly tribulation, with all its strangeness, had already surpassed a deadly cannon.

With the reliance on increase in longevity and immortality, Absolute String, whom time and again teetered at the brink of life and death, would surely gain something if there were any rewards. At the very least, it would be an ultimate skill.

And if one could master two Unique and Unmatched Techniques—Ye Hanjun dared not imagine what kind of a frightening creature that would be.

"My lord... this place is exceptional, replete with oddity."

Huazhu, who had been quietly Listening to the reports, suddenly became alert.

She hadn’t done anything, but ever since she was summoned, her cool, dry body began to heat up.

After a short time, her pale skin, as delicate as could be, blushed with a deep red, like it was on fire.

Her coral-gold Witch Robe appeared as if eroded by high temperatures, with notably vivid red threads that seemed woven by a Goddess, draping lightly and gracefully over her body.

"Sss! Sss!"

The dark ground lit up with a circle of scarlet ripples.

A chain reaction followed, beneath the feet, all around, above the head... the whole world lit up, no longer so dark and gloomy.

"Holy crap!"

Goose Immortal stomped its foot, exhaling a scorching breath from its flat bill.

Until recently, it only felt the land was barren, lacking flora and fauna, devoid of any trace of life.

In a split second, the world came alive.

What was thought to be stone-like ground and walls now appeared deep red, their surfaces covered with layers of muscle and barely visible connecting blood vessels.

They throbbed slightly, yet consistently, giving the sensation that they were not cold objects but rather flesh—flesh tissue of some special organism.

"Are we inside a monster’s belly?"

Goose Immortal was flabbergasted, looking at its own body in disbelief.

It was now in its true form, with a wingspan of over a hundred meters, immense and hefty.

Yet the space was so vast that it had plenty of room to fly around.

Could it be another bizarre creature like the labyrinth demon, whose belly could contain a semi-real, semi-illusory small world?

"No," Ye Hanjun said solemnly, "This world truly exists, it’s not an illusion."

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, positioned at the center of attention, Huazhu’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly in pain.

Her pupils were always brilliantly golden, like a mutated gold-scale king cobra, calm, noble, otherworldly.

Now, around those two orbs, red patterns ran up and down, ultimately intertwining into two mirrored, curious characters that looked like two insects burrowing into the skin, slowly climbing and wriggling, each with its own spirit.

"Witch?" Ye Hanjun and GuaGua both were taken aback.

The former learned the Witch Clan’s language and script from a young age, and the latter, benefiting from the former’s supervision, was forced to pick it up as elective study.