The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 847 - 341: Five Emperors in the Same Hall_2

"Could it be that supreme beings are using profound skills to spy on the entire Ghost Lamp Abyss?"

"Could it be that the Ming Lamp Night Clan, after enduring for 120,000 years and now in its 130,000th year, cannot escape the doom of fate and must face a bloody purge?"

Panic from the depths of their souls continued to spread among the crowd.

The melodious sound of a flute resonated continuously, causing weak creatures to struggle to keep their eyelids open and soon fall to the ground, entering a state of deep sleep.

One by one, the guards clad in heavy armor rode atop Fond Spirit beasts in their beast forms.

Expressionlessly, they lifted the sleepers and tossed them into vacant houses, moving smoothly and orderly.

As the instigator of it all, Ye Hanjun gazed up at the blue eyes in the heavens, feeling an icy chill in his hands and feet, his blood seemingly stagnant.

This was still under the protection of the City Protection Array.

If he were in an open field with no protection, the moment he left the great tomb, would millions of bolts of lightning strike down with a force capable of destroying heaven and earth?

At that time, whether to live or to die, would a judgment be made in an instant?

As he pondered deeply, Ye Hanjun solemnly saluted towards Ye Shu at the sky-reaching pillar.

As anticipated, after the Clock of the Era chimed, the Ye Clan officially entered a state of war readiness.

As the most vital ancestral land, it was necessary to allocate at least twelve Holy Saint Embryos to eternally maintain half the strength of the great array.

However, the great tomb closed, and the clan members returned.

The sky-reaching pillar was again filled with the Holy Saint Embryos, half of which had never been seen before.

City Protection Array—once again revived in its complete form.

Was this for the sake of other clan members? Did other clan members require this level of defense?

Ye Hanjun asked himself, knowing deep inside that it wasn’t realistic.

If it wasn’t for the assumption that he was still alive, if they weren’t suspecting that he could be devoured by lightning tribulation in an instant, there would be no need to summon an additional twelve Holy Saint Embryos, being so overly cautious.

"Shu, you should understand, this is not a long-term solution."

A creature with a woman’s head, a swan’s neck, the wings of a bird, and metallic bird claws, known as the ’Harpy,’ was a Holy Beast among demon beasts.

She opened her mouth wide, like a gossiping woman, and prattled on:

"This young one, he has his own mission."

"To shield him from the Heavenly Dao’s sight, even if it’s just for a moment, how can it last a lifetime?"

"Indeed."

Another creature known as the ’Gorgon,’ also a female Holy Beast among demons, bluntly said:

"Out of old favors, we have come from afar to aid the Ye Clan."

"If because of this young one, we waste all twelve Holy Spirits’ combat units, possibly jeopardizing the bigger picture, is it really worth it?"

Ye Shu remained silent, slowly retracting her gaze towards the sky.

Then, she revealed a slight smile, stood with her head bowed, as gentle as ever:

"What greater event could there be than ’creating a miracle’?"

"If the Ye Clan could have one person ascend to the Seventh Rank with Dual Authority—"

"How dazzling would his future be? Reflecting on the clan, like a vital shot of adrenaline, how crucial would that be?"

"Such folly, such absurdity!"

The tempers of the two female demons were clearly volatile.

With their lofty gazes, they looked down upon the crowd below, a hint of mockery and pity curling at the corners of their mouths as they passed over Ye Hanjun:

"The king of the Bear-Horse people dares not judge, but we dare!"

"To think this youth could achieve a feat of extraordinary brilliance... what a grand joke!"

"Oh?" A voice drawled out with a long, murmuring tone like a ghost mocking them from behind.

The Gorgon abruptly turned her head, her thousands of snake-hair hissing sharply in unison, as if facing a great enemy.

"What if this is the will of the clan, and not just Ye Shu’s alone?"

An old woman with gray hair and a black mole on her left cheek, her wrinkles piled up so much that her eyes were mere slits, barely showing the pupils, asked smilingly.

How could this not terrify the female demons? Without any signs, appearing behind them—if she had come with murderous intent, would they even have time to defend themselves before being beheaded as an example?

"Who are you?"

"We only mean well, reminding that instead of wasting effort, you could use limited resources for other preparations—"

"The old woman knows." The gray-haired old woman continued smiling, cutting her off: "That’s why you can still speak."

"Are you threatening me?" the Gorgon asked angrily, her coherent speech now interspersed with more hissing.

"Friend, you come as an ally of the Ye Clan, yet here you are, overstepping and questioning our clan’s decisions."

The gray-haired old woman lost her smile, her cloudy pupils gradually widening, showing an indifference that looked down on the weak:

"If you continue this way, please leave."

"Don’t think that the realm of Minor Saintly Perfection is indispensable to our Ye Clan."

"Killing you would take but a breath."

"Moreover... even when your mothers were alive, they did not dare to speak to me like this."

"Coming from your mother’s lineage, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, the old favors... we might as well forget them."

"You... you are Ye Ying? The Ye Ying who became a saint in the tenth epoch of the Near Ancient Era?!"

The Harpy suddenly shivered as if electrified, utterly astonished:

"You’re still alive? How is that possible? I heard your soul dissipated completely when you fell; how could you still be alive?"

"Hehe..." the gray-haired old woman laughed nonchalantly, "By chance of mysterious fate, my life was not yet meant to end."