The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 897 - 358: The New Ancestor of the Night, Womb Death God

The night was lonely, the triple sickle dark moon casting violet moonlight.

The earth was deeply tranquil, surpassing words, absorbing all disturbances.

This was the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, where there were no seasons of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, only years that flowed like song.

When the millennial solitude revisited, emerged once more, this generationally dim soil finally returned to its original color.

"Light Witch God... Did the god fall?!"

The outward calm resulted in violent inner turmoil.

In the land of ancestral tombs, the fracturing sun turned from gold to red, violently contracting before rapidly expanding, eventually splitting into pieces amid the surrounding endless dust.

In an instant, a rain of light fell, like feathers dropping from a deceased angel, light and shimmering, breathtakingly beautiful and too quick to follow.

In a daze, a light mist spread as if it were the veil of the gods, obscuring vision, blinding perception, leading one through the fog, making everything mysterious, unpredictable, and difficult to discern.

"Wow..."

Ye Hanjun, whose crimson light burst forth, slightly relaxed his bulging arms, slowly releasing the tension from his fingers and the bowstring, thus freeing himself from the posture of shooting a great eagle with a bent bow.

As he drifted downward, the moment his toes touched the ground, ripples appeared beneath him as if he was stepping on a sea of fog, his form elusive, his aura mystically detached, rather like a terrestrial immortal.

"Is this real?"

"The unmatched Light Witch God... to die just like that?"

Wu Xuebi’s fingers clawed at the rock, unconsciously forceful, her fingertips bursting with blood, spreading like a brightly colored, somewhat glaring blood flower.

"Asura’s fury... corpses of millions..."

"The invincible Asura King... Divine Spirit·Asura Bow..."

Tears frosted on the cheeks of Wu Xuewan, the pain rooting into her flesh, still unable to be extracted.

Such an abrupt calamity shook her to the core, causing her to unconsciously widen her eyes in shock, staring blankly, her mind in turmoil, still in disarray like threads.

"What did brother say? This is a hunt! A grand hunt!"

Vampire Prince·Berte Nal, emerging from the dissipating sea of blood barrier, suddenly knelt on one knee, bowing to Ye Hanjun:

"Ye Clan’s Guardian Saint Spirit, I greet the Bow God!"

"So, the Bow God’s divine power remained in the Great Tomb, no wonder it couldn’t be found in Without-Sun City despite thorough searches, to witness such a former grand spectacle, our generations are overwhelmed, even the cold blood will boil!"

"Descendant of the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk, I pay respect to the Soldier God."

A ghostly silhouette appeared on the blood flower path, it was Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuangui missing fingers.

He did not kneel, but crossed his arms and bent his upper body thirty degrees.

"Dispense with the formalities," Ye Hanjun said indifferently.

Having shot the God Burying Arrow, he wasn’t smug nor overly excited; he didn’t even turn to glance at Berte Nal or the Blood Witch Goddess.

He was in a special state, his soul faintly merging with Ye Tianzi.

Even so, Ye Hanjun knew that this power didn’t belong to him; it was Ye Shura’s contingency, the ultimate essence left by the Asura King who fell in the middle of the Near Ancient Era to protect his clan—he was merely a vessel, a human-shaped weapon carrying divine power.

"Wu Guangyan, you’ve coveted my divinity, secretly preparing for a long time..."

"How could you know, when we began planning, how much effort we’ve always invested..."

The sun shattered, extinguishing all its light and heat.

As the light dimmed, the heat dissipated, the coldness remained unchanged.

The Blood Witch God, with a hand still inserted in the opponent’s body, scrutinized the Light Witch God, who refused to close his eyes in death, revealing a trace of mockery.

He stretched out his other hand, slowly drawing out the palm that pierced the Light Witch God’s chest.

As the blood of the Witch God was about to gush out, a tough blood film emerged, not a single drop spilled on the ground, gathering at the chest, coherent and undispersed.

But it was visible to the naked eye, no matter how one might drive the blood, the hole in the Blood Witch God’s chest, streaming from front to back, could never heal, the sense of incompleteness intensely severe.

"Great Ancestor... how did you do it..."

"Torrential blood rain shrouded the Ghost Lantern, lasting for ninety-nine years..."

"Such a prolonged miraculous sight could only be realized by a fallen myth..."

A group of Blood Witch Goddesses prostrated themselves on the ground, overwhelmed with surprise and fear simultaneously.

The turn of events was too rapid, one moment life and death were at stake, suddenly they had escaped disaster.

Such an experience, even for the Supreme Saint-level witches, could not be ignored.

"I have a plant nearly a hundred thousand years old, a God-like Medicine, used to deceive heaven’s will, perfectly feigning death..."

The Blood Witch God breathed out, a cloud of blood mist erupting, healing the wounds of the goddesses.

Before the goddesses could show signs of elation, he sighed, murmuring to himself:

"Don’t rejoice too long, the disaster of the Ghost Lantern is not yet over."

"The Light Witch God and I are alike, old but undying, our strength greatly reduced from before."

"But the Second Generation Jester Emperor is in his prime, daring to descend directly in person, he must be fully prepared..."

"Great ancestor, are you going to rush to Without-Sun City immediately to help the Ye Clan out of their predicament?"

Wu Xuelu maintained her bowing gesture as she earnestly inquired.

"No, killing the Light Witch God has drained all my spirit blood."

"In my current state, I’m less than one percent of my peak, at most I could battle a False God, there’s no way I could defeat the Jester Emperor."

"What do we do then?"

Wu Xuebi, not daring to lift her head, asked quiveringly.

"Do you know why I went through all this trouble to kill the Light Witch God?"

The Blood Witch God restrained his divinity, like a candle flickering in the wind, his broad gaze sweeping over his people:

"Because of the nature of divinity, beings with the same Chaos Seal face a competition where either you die or I live."