The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 735 - 304: The Revival of Ancient Creatures_2

At this moment, the color of the blood moon seemed to deepen, and clouds from all around converged, engulfing everything in a downpour of blood-red rain.

In the midst of this torrential blood rain, a sinister figure in red emerged from the shadows.

Her figure was lithe, her steps graceful, her delicate skin like the morning dew. Even though her long legs were hidden beneath her skirt, their naturally elegant charm was hard to conceal.

However, she was wearing a red bridal veil, red cloth shoes, and carried a red umbrella in her hand.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, almost brushing the ground as she moved.

These stark contrasts amassed within a single person invoked a bone-chilling sense of discomfort, piercing from the soles of the feet through the spine and flooding the brain, driving one towards madness.

"New bride... You’ve finally awakened," whispered an ethereal voice.

The relentless blood rain continued to fall, as if it would never end.

In the phantom-like flickers of light, a cyclopean clown in a cloak, under the glow of the blood moon, took off his hat and bowed deeply, revealing a grotesque wide smile:

"Our queen, an invitation to join a grand feast awaits you," he said with a grin.

"You who are stuck at Supreme Holy Completion, unable to advance any further—if you miss this chance, you’ll lose your last opportunity."

"Oh?" the evil creature known as the new bride extended her pallid hand, and a terrifying suction force erupted from her palm.

The one-eyed clown, thousands of meters away, was suddenly drawn to her, as fragile as a chick, his throat playfully fondled.

"I’m a little interested..."

"But I’m a bit hungry. How about we chat after I’ve had breakfast?" she proposed, her fingers caressing the clown’s throat.

Crack—

Before the clown could utter a word, his only eyeball bulged violently.

Fear lingered on his face, along with a soul-deep disbelief.

"You dare... kill me?"

The remnants of his spirit, mingling with the cold blood rain, seeped into the soil.

The new bride giggled, her slender fingers stroking the clown’s colorful, absurd skin, and then inching gradually towards his vital point before another crisp crack was heard.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."

"Didn’t the Clown Emperor know that I detest male creatures the most in my life?" she laughed.

"Since He sent you here, aside from being my snack... do you have any other use?"

Lifting her red bridal veil, the new bride revealed eyes more tranquil than a cold pond, red and deep, and a face extremely pale, full of loathing yet strikingly beautiful.

She bent down like a beast, crouched over the corpse of the one-eyed clown, kissing its skin.

In the booming blood rain, the sound of bones crunching continued day and night, without ceasing.

...

In a tomb signifying mystery, origin, and taboo, the perennial ash-gray murals suddenly gleamed with phosphorescence.

Those odd and distorted symbols, akin to letters or scripts, wriggled like tadpoles.

Beam after beam of bizarre energy exploded forth, pouring into deeper passageways.

Breaking through barriers, in a world of ancient and eternal darkness, a corner of a vast, miles-high and wide mural slowly emerged.

"Supreme one... Are we, the Totem Tribe, truly going to emerge?"

"Whoosh!!"

As the mural fully lit up, it surprisingly depicted countless creatures kneeling, worshipping a golden symbol within the void’s fissure.

Yet the golden symbol, instead of emitting the arcane and obscure language of the ancient tribes, responded to the inquiries of the clanspeople with even brighter golden light.

...

...

Unrest and turbulence swept like tides into every corner of the myriad realms.

Anxiety and apprehension clung like shadows to each creature startled by these events.

On January 3, in the first year of the Second Epoch of the New Era, at noon,

The members of the Ye Clan, regrouping outside the Without-Sun City, stood in clusters in the central area, their solemn expressions silently underscoring the gravity of what was to come.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Even Ye Yin, that unlucky sod, has almost completely recovered. Why are you still looking so sickly and out of sorts?"

In the most secluded corner, Ye Liuying nudged Ye Hanjun’s chest with her elbow, a mix of concern and exasperation in her voice.

"I think I overate..."

Realizing they were in a public space, Ye Hanjun changed his tone, slapped his cheeks twice, and stood up with vigor.

"Anyway, surviving the ’Annihilation Cannon’ is a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune."

"Many of our clansmen who opened the Window Blossom were Devoured, but you and Ye Yin are safe. That gives me some peace of mind."

"Peace of mind? What peace?" Ye Liuying rolled her eyes and said sternly:

"Look around, everyone’s ready and prepared."

"You, on the other hand, just woke up from a coma half an hour ago. If it were any later, you might have missed the opening of the Tomb of Asura."

"And with this, it seems your lucky bag energy won’t have time to transform into a blessing, right?"

"Also, have you checked the status of your Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits? I’ve heard that at the beginning, two blessing beams appeared, and one seemed to fall this way."

"With blessings and destruction mingled, just how much does the cosmos resent you, sweetening the deal before landing a fatal blow? Pretty harsh."

"It’s okay, I’m fine," Ye Hanjun offered a wry smile, mussing up Ye Liuying’s carefully arranged hair into a tousled mess.