The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1253 - 477: The Golden Needle Marshal, The Fat-Eared Earth Elephant

"Sprite Tomb, will immensely regret this bout of folly."

"Their shortsightedness and arrogance, several years later, will surely turn into jealousy and annoyance."

Buddhist chants, morning dew, all peek out from their hidden corners.

Their expressions are not of anger, but rather a touch of indifference.

The visit of the Spirit Clan, witnessed in its entirety by the Hanba Clan.

An expected ally turning into a disappointment should have been vexing.

But with a second Ancestor in their ranks, the Hanba Clan was confident in their campaign to conquer the Solar Abyss.

Had the Spirit Clan offered timely help without prior knowledge, their kindness would have been remembered.

But no timely help came, nor was there icing on the cake, instead they enacted a play of seizing advantage in others’ plight.

This may not be a bad thing, to swiftly see their true, ugly faces, and in the future, avoid a greater pitfall.

"Ungrateful wretches!"

"To think I once took good care of Ling Yi, who after attaining Divine Power, grew ever more arrogant!"

"A mere Near Ancient Elf God, with such a ruler, the Sprite Tomb will sooner or later perish under the tides of the era!"

The Myriad Beasts Pattern, with a look of disgust as if it had swallowed a fly.

However, it did not dwell on these negative emotions for too long, and after regaining its composure, it earnestly said to Ye Hanjun:

"As such, I ask the young master of the Ye Clan to make the journey alone."

"Zhe Yu, the last of my Divine Power must be preserved to rescue Goddess Ba; though you have not proven your dao, join us this time."

"The invasion involves not only the Primordial Spirit, but also the ’Guardian of Heavenly Dao’ sealed within the Primordial Realm."

"With your tactics, as long as we work together in harmony, it’s almost certain to block or even inflict heavy damage on a False God of the same elemental affinity."

"Yes, I obey the command of the Father God."

The neither humble nor arrogant Zhe Yu, soaring up to Goose Immortal, took the initiative to request:

"Mr. Ye, I need a highly durable body for a temporary possession."

"This holy beast in the form of a goose, I have observed numerous times over the years."

"It is brave, good in battle, and self-reliant."

"If I merge with it, save for Divine Enthronement, I have great chances of overcoming even a Demigod."

Ye Hanjun replied:

"I have no objections, but you must respect the Immortal’s personal wishes."

"Good, Goose Immortal, would you like to try the effects of my Rune protection?"

Upon Zhe Yu’s cauldron, flying birds Sprint, roaming beasts Wild Wind, one mystic spectacle after another ensued.

Feeling its divine fluctuations and hearing that gentle, calming mental transmission, Goose Immortal’s pupils rotated, eager to try, it said:

"Come on, who’s afraid of whom?"

"I, the great Immortal, have heard that the Hui Lineage has always been the foremost among the assistive Fond Spirits since ancient times, with only peers, no superiors."

"The mighty Hui Demigod himself, personally infusing his spirit into this Holy King’s body of mine."

"I shall evaluate, whether the legends are true or false, the veracity of the words."

"Whoosh~~"

Zhe Yu did not respond, but simply expelled more miniaturized patterns, projecting them all onto Goose Immortal’s body.

Three breaths later, its cauldron form melted into nothingness, and on Goose Immortal’s black metallic wings, birds began to wheel and beasts roared, akin to the chief of an ancient tribe, full-bodied tattoos giving off a complex and mysterious texture, deeper than that of the starry sky.

"I control few abilities, lacking restoration and endurance."

"This is the first protective effect, which I call ’Spirit Invocation.’"

"In this state, your perception will be enhanced, seeing further and hearing broader, some spirits that cannot be caught by the naked eye, will be revealed before you."

"Even the Divine, because I am a Half-Step Deity, the rules that forbid mortals to gaze directly are exempted with the Spirit Invocation’s protection."

Zhe Yu’s mental transmission, devoid of strong emotional fluctuations, entered clearly into the ears.

Goose Immortal’s eyes brightened, indeed a ring of colors emerged around its eyes.

Everything in sight suddenly burst into vibrant colors.

Casually scanning in one direction, calmly and quietly, one can make out the minutest and most detailed parts.

Even, it can perceive the "qi" within the bodies of the Hanba Clan.

As those life-representing breaths begin to circulate, without thought, Goose Immortal can instinctively discern, precisely knowing whether the opponent is about to move a leg or swing an arm.

This is no ordinary experience; to have an edge in battle, every step suppresses.

With such insight, short of Divine Enthronement, how could one willingly concede?

"Thrilling, is this the power of Hui Spirit? I now long for battle even more!"

Goose Immortal let out a resonant cry, promptly stirring up Wild Wind, its war intent excited and rampant, spreading in all directions.

"The time has come, open the Wheel of Deep Red!"

Ye Hanjun, without shirking from his duty, stood at the helm, with Mang Hao, Elder Yin, Elder Yang, Lie Xinxin, Buddhist chants, morning dew... all standing behind him, forming an angular area.

Whoosh—Scorching flames ascended, merciless Fire transformed into voracious beasts, as the world spun around, a long-anticipated world was finally reached.

"Is this the Solar Abyss?"

Zhe Yu, possessing Goose Immortal, benefiting from its sensory powers, gained a simultaneous experience of the senses.

It had great patience, after carefully distinguishing between Totem Tomb and the Solar Abyss, murmured to itself:

"Scorching, blazing, sacred, desolate, lonely..."

"Those who do not possess elemental affinity, will find it arduous to traverse this territory..."

"Sizzle!"

The Wheel of Deep Red outlines its form, appearing in an instant before Ye Hanjun.

GuaGua, perched on Ye Hanjun’s shoulder, immediately stood up, eyes shimmering with a touch of sorrow.

In just a few hundred years’ absence, how has Little Fire Wheel’s body grown so ethereal?

Merging with the Solar Abyss, as the soul of this world, its vitality withering, does it not signify that the vast Abyss is riddled with scars?