The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1019 - 398: Sun Temple_3

They carefully approached and then circled around the top of the building, becoming even more convinced that their judgment was correct.

"Whooosh..."

Ye Hanjun summoned Mu Yi Hanba, asking a sacred corpse from the Ancient Era to personally verify it.

Mu Yi Hanba opened his eyes and looked intently, his expression suddenly solemn.

"Indeed, it’s the lost Sun Temple, its exterior overflowing with Holy Light, clearly in an activated state..."

The Sun Temple—a remarkable construction from the Solar Abyss.

During the unyielding reign of the Goddess Ba, she employed top craftsmen from the Human Race and spared no expense with heavenly and earthly treasures to custom-build this spatial fortress, imbued with various miraculous functions.

"Ah, does this mean there might be living beings inside?"

GuaGua craned his neck, he had heard from Deep Red that the Sun Temple was a supreme treasure bestowed by Goddess Ba to her core vassals.

The Golden Crow Clan, being one of them, had also received one back then.

However, for various reasons, their temple had been damaged during the Near Ancient Era and could not be passed down, which was very unfortunate.

"Nine out of ten."

Mu Yi Hanba nodded slightly.

Besides being a symbol of status, the Sun Temple had two other powerful effects.

One was the storage of treasures; it was capable of containing a myriad of treasures of various natures, segregating their essences and storing them separately to reduce the erosion of time and maintain their original condition as much as possible.

The other was the sealing of creatures.

The Sun Temple was essentially a supreme sublimated version of "Amber Secret Crystal," capable of sealing life forms in bulk.

What the naked eye saw was this temple in an activated state; either there were relics left inside, or there were life forms that had yet to be released.

They or they, however, most likely belonged to the Ancient Era, the same period as Mu Yi Hanba, and their ancientness was astonishing.

"This area is desolate and uninhabited, no creatures visit, utterly silent."

"Of course, it’s also possible that it’s due to tectonic plate movements, and it has only recently emerged from underground."

"But no matter how you look at it, this is an artifact from hundreds of thousands of years ago, to have such integrity—it’s truly remarkable."

Step by step, Mu Yi Hanba drew nearer, his eyes reflecting a thread of emotion and a thread of expectation.

Ye Hanjun felt the same; he also wanted to know whether the sealed beings inside were dead or alive and what kind of emotions the Hanba Clan harbored towards them.

"Human Master, stop."

"Any closer, and there may be danger."

Mu Yi Hanba called a halt, signaling that Ye Hanjun should not continue to approach.

Once Ye Hanjun stopped in his tracks, Mu Yi Hanba used a corpse claw to prick open his palm, squeezing out a drop of dark blue corpse blood, and casually smeared it on the temple’s main door.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."

Without any dust, the pristine Sun Temple suddenly began to tremble.

This was a restriction that only descendants of the core vassals and the Hanba Clan could open.

When the mechanism was triggered again, the blazing sun overhead cast down a beam of light, which then expanded into a pillar, covering a hundred li area without any blind spots.

For an instant, Jin Tianpi and Jin Tiandan emitted an incredibly refreshing sound.

The vigilant and cautious Yue Shen also slightly relaxed his eyelids, enjoying this moment of even more concentrated nature’s spiritual energy.

"Click—Click—Click—Crack!"

The grand gates of the Sun Temple slowly pushed open towards the inside.

What first came into view was shockingly a human corpse, split into two pieces.

By appearance, it was a robust middle-aged man.

He had thick hair, solid muscles, a long robe embedded with silver threads, and a milky-white Emblem on his chest.

Even until the moment before his death, he must have been a paragon of the human race, wielding extraordinary power, living in an esteemed position, unreachable.

But his manner of death was too tragic; his heart had been pierced by an ice blade and the lower half of his body was severed, the cross-section covered with thick ice and snow. The lingering pain, confusion, and indignation on his rugged face seemed to reach across time and space, touching one’s heart.

"This is... the Qian Family’s emblem?"

Mu Yi Hanba’s eyes instantly narrowed, a surge of murderous intent vanished in a flash.

The next instant, he dashed into the temple, and with a rumbling tremor, another door opened.

Behind the second door, there was no chilling cold, no visible bloodshed.

Inside, there were only light yellow crystal columns, the tallest towering over a hundred meters, the shortest merely one meter.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying also wide-eyed at the same time.

Those tallest crystal columns were sealing figures resembling humans.

The males were generally majestic, and the females generally as beautiful as closed flowers.

They stood erect, arms crossed, with white wings on their backs embracing themselves like lovers, uniformly holy, constantly attracting attention.

"They are actually Holy Light Angels..."

Ye Hanjun couldn’t help but be astonished.

In his understanding, the Angel Clan generally originated from one of the Six Realms: the Heavenly Realm.

Angels appearing elsewhere were most likely not native beings, originating from elsewhere, and later resided there.

"During the Ancient Era, the Angel Clan was very dominant."

"Especially at a certain historical junction, out of the only three pieces of Heavenly Godhood, they held two—even if for a brief period, it is enough to demonstrate the prosperity of this clan."

Mu Yi Hanba sighed softly, filled with endless emotion:

"They are second-tier subjects, not connected to the divine lineage, yet they are pure ’Holy Light Angels’."

"They voluntarily left the protection of the Divine Angels to seek our Ancestor, Joe, and resettled in the Solar Abyss."

"Later, they signed a Contract with the Qian Family of that time, and reinforced the relationship generation after generation, no longer distinguishing each other."

"I haven’t heard Mie Quan mention them; I thought they were buried in the Broken Era Calamity, thus becoming a mirage of an era."

"Unexpectedly, not only did Holy Light Angels survive, but many from the Qian Family also endured... that’s really good."

Following Mu Yi Hanba’s gaze, Ye Hanjun noticed those one to two meters tall crystal columns, sealing numerous little boys and girls.

The youngest among them were only one or two years old, and the eldest were just over twenty years old, appearing very youthful.