The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 867 - 348: Heaven-Sent Lightning Marks, Sword Thunder Child

"Hmm..."

A terrible headache plagued him.

It felt as if his head had been cleaved by an axe, buzzing incessantly, each nerve shrieking in agony.

Ye Hanjun slowly rose from the ground, feeling cold sweat soaking his back, an unprecedented sense of weakness enveloping his organs.

"What... what happened to me?"

Ye Hanjun clutched his throat, gasping for air desperately.

After a while, when his breathing eased slightly, he sat foolishly on the ground, at a loss.

His unfocused pupils, like those of a soulless puppet, the kind with severed strings, exuded a pitiful and incomplete quality.

"Hiss!"

One bizarre image after another flashed through his mind like scenes from a film.

Ye Hanjun felt as if struck by a heavy hammer and made a motion as if to vomit, but no blood came.

His memory was reviving, finally remembering his name, his experiences.

"I was... transcending tribulation!"

"Thunder Sword pierced my body, lightning locked my soul, GuaGua for my sake... fell from the sky, split into two!"

Threads of scarlet blood, like silk cocoons, wrapped around his pupils.

Ye Hanjun’s breathing became labored again, spurred by the memory of too much despair and pain, he was emotionally beyond control.

"You dare kill my kin?"

"If there’s a second time, don’t blame me for tearing up the treaty and overthrowing your era of rule with my true form..."

The fragmented memories finally pieced together.

Like a beast halting suddenly from a wild sprint, Ye Hanjun abruptly calmed down, his rapid breathing steadying.

He remained silent, stared, then furrowed his brows, squinting.

After spending considerable time piecing together causes and effects, he closed his eyes, his mind in turmoil.

"GuaGua’s kin... isn’t that also a Pure Beast?"

"Such a domineering tone, could it be the pinnacle of the Pure lineage, the ancient Divine Enthronement that truly wields the Pure Godhood?"

"But... what is the treaty?"

"The era of rule... you all..."

"This world, is it actually controlled by a group of creatures? Is this the secret hidden behind the Heavenly Dao? Too astonishing... too fantastical..."

...

Ye Hanjun’s thoughts drifted far and wide, dazed, nearly losing direction.

In a moment, his expression changed, and he hastily activated the Contract Imprints.

"Swish——"

A circle of Formation lit up, and a familiar figure appeared before his eyes.

Looking at the little one lying on the ground, the heart that had risen to Ye Hanjun’s throat fell back, and he took a deep breath of relief.

"Gua?"

After rubbing its eyes, the little one arched its back and stood up straight from a lying position.

Its appearance hadn’t changed much, still exuding the luster of jade.

It seemed as if it gathered the essence of sun and moon, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, misty and exquisitely delicate.

The Ninth Layer Lotus Platform beneath it, the Gold Light flickering, a faint White Jade Buddha Light radiated from GuaGua’s body, cool and clear spring water flowing spontaneously, and various miraculous signs all made this little one seem inviolable.

"Ah, Big Tadpole, you’ve finally woken up!"

With a bright and innocent smile, GuaGua excitedly threw himself into Ye Hanjun’s arms, nuzzling the scent under his armpit with a look of affection.

"I missed you so much, I thought I would die!"

"I slept and slept, and finally, you’re awake! It wasn’t easy at all!"

Ye Hanjun kneaded the little one’s icy skin, and while a smile spread across his face, a strange expression appeared:

"Have I been asleep for a long time?"

"Yes, a very long time, a very very long time!"

GuaGua tilted his head back, nodding vigorously, a look of utmost certainty on his face.

Before he could explain further, the little one suddenly stared wide-eyed, putting on an amazed expression:

"Big Tadpole, be careful!"

"A demon has possessed you! Quickly, look behind you!"

"Hmm?"

Ye Hanjun was extremely weak, weak to the point that his sensory organs were almost like those of a mortal.

He could only turn his head and observe with his naked eyes.

This glance caused his complexion to pale, his tongue to stiffen, and his body to shudder.

"Crackle—Crackle—"

Behind him, a huge tumorous growth was proliferating wildly, initially only the size of a fist, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded to half a meter.

When he regained his senses and looked again, it was as if he was carrying a mountain of flesh, his pale skin stretched thin and translucent, ready to tear at any moment.

"Wow!"

GuaGua jumped onto Ye Hanjun’s shoulder, trying to touch it.

A streak of lightning flashed, and he quickly withdrew his hand, his bright eyes blinking innocently and curiously:

"What on earth is this!"

"It looks terribly frightening, but I don’t think it’s a baddie; it doesn’t seem to want to harm Big Tadpole..."

Muttering softly, Ye Hanjun started to grimace.

The mountain of flesh on his back suddenly shifted, and suddenly his belly swelled as if he was pregnant for several hundred months, a demon king gestating within a human body.

"Pfft!!"

A burst of blood splattered, as if excrement that had accumulated in the intestines for a hundred years was being explosively released, amidst this liberating outpour, Ye Hanjun howled.

With a series of popping sounds, his belly burst open.

Amidst a flash of golden light, a shiny golden cross sword floated in front of Ye Hanjun.

"Boom—"

Staring at this sword, Ye Hanjun seemed to see the terrifying scene of the creation of the world.

Above in the vast sky, dark clouds engulfed the heavens, lightning devastatingly brilliant.

Below in the vast Nether, the earth trembled, vegetation bent backward.

A bolt of lightning tore through the heavens, the sound of wind and rain piercing the ears, making rivers and mountains dance wildly.

Another streak of sword light fell, thunder roaring like drums, as if heralding the final announcement, the bell of doomsday had already rung, the world was descending into great chaos, the troubled times had arrived.

"A sword?"

GuaGua became alert, clearly remembering the trauma this form of Thunder Sword had once inflicted on him and Big Tadpole.