The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 854 - 343: Abyss of the Red Dust, Clan Yinma_3

"But within this palace, there is no other Holy Spirit that harmonizes with the Thunder Attribute as I do!"

"Very well."

Ye Hanjun nodded and, stretching out his hand, summoned a sharp, pen-like weapon into his right hand.

He gently drew it along the electric pincers dragon centipede and said indifferently and casually:

"Return to Darkness."

"Whoosh—"

The sound of rushing water broke the silence in the palace.

A stream of dark blue blood as thick as a thumb was pulled out from the body of the electric pincers dragon centipede.

Under normal circumstances, this would be impossible.

Even if a Rank S authority were used at the Sixth Rank, taking away the life energy of a Ninth Rank Supreme Saint Fetus would be like a fool’s dream.

But at this moment, the electric pincers dragon centipede was suppressing its instincts, equivalent to having no defense at all.

Moreover, it was even adding to the momentum, actively offering its blood energy, assisting Ye Hanjun in the deprivation.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Hanjun acted as if he was alone.

He focused on controlling the blood of the dragon insect, pouring it all into the Book of Life and Death.

As the blood energy expanded from the thickness of a thumb to that of an arm, the dark blue blood turned into a dense mist, enveloping Ye Hanjun from head to toe.

"Return to Darkness."

"Return to Darkness."

"Return to Darkness."

Ye Hanjun cast the spell repeatedly, depriving it time and again.

On the tenth cast, the electric pincers dragon centipede’s dozens of limbs twitched slightly and could not help but widen its eyes in surprise, saying:

"What a demonic ability, not only depriving the superficial blood energy but also the true lifespan?"

"You should know, there are three major status ranks between us!"

"Just ten casts, and you have taken at least three hundred years of my life, giving me a sense of weakness... it’s unbelievable!"

"Whoosh—"

Ye Hanjun interrupted the extraction of blood energy, sensing the empty capacity in the Book of Life and Death, and raised his eyes to scan the throne.

Quickly, he identified his second target, bowed to her respectfully, and said:

"Roufeng Saint Ancestor, I wish to take some of the Black Martial King’s blood energy if you are willing to part with a strand?"

"Roar!"

Night Roufeng was seldom spoken, not one to waste words on smiles.

However, the Black Martial King roared loudly, leaping directly from his seat, as if a huge mountain landed in front of Ye Hanjun.

"Return to Darkness."

Ye Hanjun moved his lips, but the judge’s pen did not budge.

The Black Martial King roared again, as if questioning him, what he was dallying at, urging him to get to work!

"Your armor is too thick, I cannot take your lifespan." Ye Hanjun shook his head.

"I’ll help you."

As Ye Ying’s faint voice fell, a wound about a meter long appeared on the abdomen of the Black Martial King.

Ye Hanjun’s pupils contracted. At such a close distance, he had not even seen how Ye Ying had made his move; he only felt a blur before his eyes, and the Black Martial King was wounded.

"Roar!"

The wild beast that was the Black Martial King, baring his teeth, urged again.

Ye Hanjun no longer hesitated, casting Return to Darkness five more times, storing a portion of the Dark Element’s pure blood energy.

"It’s still not enough... far from enough."

Ye Hanjun looked up for the third time, targeting a Demon King:

"Blood of the Prison Beast, would you part with it?"

"Hehehe..."

The half-rotten Demon King revealed a creepy smile.

Without uttering a word, he dug his sharp nails into his own chest, forcefully pulled out a chunk of rotten flesh, and threw it directly to the ground.

"Return to Darkness."

"Return to Darkness."

Ye Hanjun cast the spell three times in succession and then stopped.

When the rotten flesh hit the ground, not a single drop of blood splattered; it was like a weathered rock, leaving only a powder on the ground.

"Boy, can you still stomach this?"

A Corpse Demon King with a rib protruding from its body shoved its arm into its mouth, fumbled for a long time, and pulled out a purple-shelled live ant.

The ant, to everyone’s surprise, was alive. It shook twice and suddenly woke up, its antennas sparking erratically, condensing bright lightning beams into two miniature tornadoes.

"This is a Lightning Ant, quite famous in the New Era. I found it amusing, kept it in my stomach without eating it, and now I gift it to you."

Saying this, the Corpse Demon King tossed the ant straight at Ye Hanjun’s head.

"Return to Darkness!"

Ye Hanjun’s eyes flashed as he made a decisive stroke with the judge’s pen.

This Lightning Ant was neither a Supreme Saint Fetus nor did it touch the Shining World Fetus.

Its status was merely Immeasurable Void Pull, essentially matching the Contracted Spirits of those who passed through Shura’s Tomb.

Yet, such status was still higher than Ye Hanjun’s.

But with one swoop and one point, the fierce Lightning Ant visibly weakened, its momentum greatly diminished.

"Return to Darkness! Return to Darkness! Return to Darkness!!"

Ye Hanjun continuously drained it, without any courtesy.

Within just a few minutes, the Lightning Ant lay on the ground, panting heavily, unable to muster the energy to flee.

"That’s enough, next one."

Ye Hanjun spared the Lightning Ant’s life without killing it for its egg.

But the Corpse Demon King, too lazy to swallow it again, pointed a finger and a pale beam swept across, turning the Lightning Ant into a corpse of bones without flesh, devoid of life.

"Mo, do you have any wood element blood energy to offer?"

"Here."

A plant-form saint spirit plucked a cluster from its head that looked like scallions and tossed it casually.

Ye Hanjun caught it, feeling the pure life within, and continued to cast "Return to Darkness."

...

For a whole day and night, the four emperors turned mute.

They watched Ye Hanjun cast his spells, just like those saints above the throne, fully focused, without blinking an eye.

No one asked why Ye Hanjun needed this life energy.

Neither did they investigate what kind of power Ye Hanjun’s hell judge truly possessed.

Inside the palace, apart from the occasional growl, there was only the increasingly heavy breathing of Ye Hanjun.

Another day and night passed, and the Book of Life and Death in Ye Hanjun’s left hand had thickened from the thickness of a fingernail to that of a palm.

He weighed it thoughtfully and said, neither humbly nor arrogantly,

"The preparations I can make are indeed such."

"Please, Saint Ancestor, escort me out of the city. I will test the law with my body and officially challenge the Seventh Rank."

"Just inside the city."

Ye Ying raised his right hand, and just as Ye Qianmo was about to speak, he fell silent again:

"Twenty-four saint spirits preside, solely opening ’Heaven’s Window’ for you. It will ensure the safety of Without-Sun City while giving you the most perfect place to transcend the ordeal."

"Don’t feel any burden, nor any concern. This is the last protection your family can offer you. Whether you succeed or fail, we shall see."