The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 917 - 364: Ghost Lamp’s Downfall_3

"I heed the Night Family Clan Leader’s will!"

Wu Xuelu bowed, her pretty face shimmering with astonishing resolve.

She was well aware of the critical importance of the opportunity laid before her.

The languishing Ghost Lamp, being self-secluded, was tantamount to a mythical Arcadia.

With ten thousand years of development, it only required the emergence of a single False God among the Blood Witches to merge with the Divinity, bringing forth a glaring, distinct path to Divine Enthronement.

"Clan Leader, by strategically dispersing our bloodline and sending out the four sovereigns including Ye Qiyu, Ye Nishang, Ye Mochou, and Ye Wenfei, along with those young clan members who have been crowned, to places outside Ghost Lamp, are you accounting for this possibility?"

"Yes,"

Ye Shitian nodded, looking toward Ye Xuanren:

"We cannot tread only one path."

"The clan members have from birth enjoyed extraordinary wealth, power, and status... it is time to make some changes and explore the array of possibilities."

"The young clan members who have been dispatched, all belong to the Death Sect."

"Should they alone forge their path, standing tall in the outer world without the support of family power."

"Regardless of their ultimate achievements, at the least, the lineage of Night Family is preserved, making it difficult for All Heavens and Ten Thousand Races to completely eradicate us, increasing the level by one."

"I see,"

Ye Xuanren suddenly realized, his doubts diminishing significantly:

"From this perspective, our clan still possesses numerous opportunities."

"Just the Divinity of a twin witch and a single prison, along with the remnants of the Tainted Demon God, the Tainted Demon Minister, and the bodies of the deceased Red Dust Holy Spirits... all these resources, amassed, can serve as nourishment for our clan, aiding the growth of our people."

"However, correspondingly, the day Ghost Lamp is unsealed, marking the start of the Third Era of New Era."

"This place will definitely become a battlefield, the lingering Divinity will undoubtedly attract the bloodthirst of False Gods and even True Gods."

"There’s also the Inferior Earth Emperor, He who has already become our enemy, the crazed Crown Rank... who knows what actions they might take..."

"The future I now entrust to you."

Ye Shitian turned, speaking lightly:

"Pick out the ambitious and courageous clan members and their vassals, while I still live, I can send them forth from Ghost Lamp, they shall become the second batch of the Death Sect, to seek their own path of development..."

"Furthermore... The Jester Emperor was slain by Ye Hanjun, without him, Without-Sun City would have fallen, the death and injury toll would have been a hundredfold grimmer."

"Proclaim my divine decree, posthumously entitle Ye Hanjun as ’Godslayer Asura’, in future ancestor ceremonies, he shall be ranked under me and Ancestor Asura, his descendants must respect and worship him, they may not slight him."

"Yes!"

Ye Ying, Ye Qiangwei, Night Roufeng... a host of Saints received the order.

...

...

One week later, Without-Sun City, medication hall.

There was no shortage of Demons coming and going, occasionally one could see humans in white holy robes, clutching abilities of light or water, assisting Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits in administering treatment.

Because of the unprecedented invasion battle, mere days were insufficient to tally the casualties.

Rescuers concentrated the corpses in the mortuary and placed the uninjured survivors in subterranean caverns.

Those wounded in between were sent to the medication hall.

Based on the severity of injuries, some were laid on the ground, simply smeared with medicine.

Others were tossed into huge medicine barrels, immersed in plant juices, waiting for professional rescue.

Of course, these were standard treatments.

Deep within the medication hall in an isolated sickroom, Guardian Saint Spirit - Mu Shoucong, lay beside a bed, its onion top standing erect.

Beside it, Bertnar pinched his chin, scrutinizing the girl on the bed with a puzzled face.

"Odd, I sent her a drop of blood, with her constitution, she should have been able to bear it."

"Why is there still no signs of her waking up? This is the younger sister of ’Godslayer Asura’, no matter what, she must not die..."

"Prince, could it be that my brother died and my sister is overly heartbroken?"

Mu Shoucong said cautiously:

"I heard they are fraternal twins, very close to each other. I wouldn’t rule out that possibility."

"Nonsense."

Bertnar grabbed a handful of scallions and covered the girl’s body with them, muttering to himself:

"She needs to wake up soon."

"With her temperament, there’s no way she’ll stay put here peacefully after her brother died in the Ghost Lamp. She’ll definitely want to go out and take some action."

"If it comes to that, you might just have to carry her out."

"Her identity is unique, accompanied by a Guardian Saint Spirit, no one will question it."

"Ah? Me?"

The scallions on Mu Shoucong’s head quickly grew back out, and as they glared with him, they swung, somehow looking adorably dumb:

"Prince, can’t I just stay in the Ghost Lamp?"

"I’m not very good at fighting. At most, I can control and heal. To have me protect the sister of Godslayer Asura... you’re really putting me on the spot."

"Just go if I tell you to go. Why all the fuss?"

Bertnar grabbed him by the neck:

"If I send a Demon King with her, plus her authority, isn’t that openly telling everyone that she’s a remnant of the Ye Clan, inviting them to kill her for a reward of gold coins?"

"You, kid, look different from the monsters of the Abyss. Go out and have an adventure, stop staying in the Ghost Lamp."

"I have children to take care of; I have no choice, otherwise, I’d go out too... You got that?"

"Oh... oh..."

Mu Shoucong nodded reluctantly in agreement.

At that moment, the girl on the sickbed moaned softly, her brows furrowing tightly, suddenly showing signs of waking up.

Bertnar abruptly let go of Mu Shoucong, stepped forward, and stared intently at the girl’s face with his glinting crystal-like eyes.

"Liuying, wake up, wake up."

"If your brother were still alive, he’d definitely want you to be more proactive, more cheerful."

"You need to adjust your mindset quickly, take up your spirits. Who knows, in a few years, you might also be one of the Saints of the Ye Clan..."

At that time, a woman still clutching a shovel even in a coma, a woman with short emerald hair, a woman wearing silver armor with red hair, a cold, expressionless little girl...

A young man surrounded by cockroaches, a young man with bright red lips and white teeth, a tall muscular man, a Taoist priest with fiery red hair, a pale, frail man...

All together, five women and five men woke up at almost the same time.

As they opened their eyes, they all looked lost, bewildered.

But in the next second, their foreheads heated up and an endless stream of inherited information stormed into their bodies.

"Missionary?"

Ye Liuying slowly emerged from her dazed state, then sniffed the strong scent of onions.

Then she saw, a handsome and dashing Vampire Prince and a greatly shrunken Mu Shoucong, both staring at her wide-eyed.

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PS:

Bang bang bang, another volume finished.

With this, the book enters the later stages, and Ye Hanjun is finally set to step onto the world stage and create a legend of "His" own.

The next volume is titled "Missionary".

A new story is starting, and as the person behind the scenes, I feel a bit nervous and a bit excited.

But no matter what, let’s proceed cautiously and sharpen our resolve!