The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 719 - 299: Send Off

Golems, a niche offshoot of the inmate spirits.

They were not as widespread and renowned as the Demon Clan or the Warcraft Tribe, which each dominated half of the realm of the wild beasts.

However, they were the ancient kinsfolk of the Gargoyle Tribe, and some gargoyles lacking growth potential might graft onto the bloodline of the Golem Tribe to reach a higher state of life.

Blade Golem—a famous ruler among the Golem Tribe.

Supreme Sacred Great Achievement, reaching a staggering height of nearly eight hundred meters, they could engage in close-quarters combat with titans of the same caliber.

Once it started rotating, it could unleash a catastrophic skill known as "Blade Storm," shredding all creatures within its domain and inflicting wounds on their flesh and spirits that were difficult to heal.

"Tianming Ancestor... One could fight a group!"

"Just so, a Plastic Bimeng facing a Blade Golem, no matter how light and agile its body, would be unable to get close, meaning it couldn’t inflict any damage!"

"Ancestor Qianmo’s Thunderous Cannon Cart might have a chance to counterbalance, but I suspect that the cannon cart only has the realm of the Sacred Voidal Conduit, far from enough to contend with Tianming Ancestor..."

The people of the clan were no slouches; immersed in these matters daily, they could generally discern the apparent disparities.

Of course, that assumed they were not considering abilities.

The authorities of the Saints were understated yet even the weakest authority, able to grow to the 9th rank and suggesting at least two job transfers, provided an incomparable boost.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Underneath the Death Spider Queen and the Blade Golem, the pillar that reached to the heavens lit up from base to top with a pattern of light, and in roughly the span of five breaths, it shimmered with silver brilliance.

"All set."

Leaning on a cane, Ye Tianming sat down smilingly beside a Spider Spear belonging to the Death Spider Queen.

"What about the other old timers? I thought I would be the last to arrive, but it seems others are even more dilatory than I."

"Uncle Ancestor, please, be patient," Ye Shu soothed. "The horn to summon the spirits has been sounded, they must be on their way."

As they were speaking, a rainbow bridge rose in the distant horizon, with a woman in a black dress plunging towards them.

Her movements possessed the elegance of noblewomen.

Yet she was as cold as ice, with fresh, bright red blood of unidentifiable creatures staining the hem of her dress, blood that had yet to dry. Occasionally, a drop would fall to the ground, setting off all the Defense Array.

"Roufeng sister, you’ve come."

Ye Shu stood up quietly, her smile seemingly unfolding amidst the vast glow of dawn.

"Hmm."

Roufeng gave a cold response as the rainbow bridge beneath her suddenly turned absolutely black, wrapping around her body as she descended onto a vacant pillar.

"Roufeng girl, you’re injured?"

Ye Tianming glanced twice, unconcernedly asked without any sense of propriety.

"The Supreme Demon King in the Three Shadows Cave appears to be colluding secretly with the Abyss of the Red Dust."

"It took me thirty years to quell the Three Shadows Cave completely; the ’Three Shadows Demon Lord’ lineage has been annihilated by me."

Upon these words, all were petrified.

In the ensuing stupor and silence, not a sound was heard.

The Three Shadows Cave was a significant secret realm in the Ghost Lamp Abyss, home to the Three Shadows Demon Lord who, it was said, ascended to sainthood with the help of the Yushi Clan.

With such bonds, even without a formal allegiance, the Three Shadows Cave was considered a vassal of the clan, nurturing batch after batch of dark creatures.

"Still so decisive," Ye Tianming smacked his lips and sighed twice:

"The Three Shadows Demon Lord really tired of living, we’re still well and alive, and yet he dared to involve himself with the Abyss of the Red Dust."

"Roufeng girl, well done!"

"It’s just regrettable that there were also many rare species of demons in the cave; now they are obliterated from this world... Such a pity."

"I’ll suppress my injuries; you all chat."

Roufeng sat cross-legged, closing her eyes to refine the medicine, as an endless shroud of black mist devoured her body.

"Swish! Swish!"

Two Contract Imprints lit up in succession, followed by two supremely distinct auras that pressed down across the sky.

One resembled a dragon, but without claws, horns, or wings, bearing the body of a great python and the majesty of a mighty dragon.

The other resembled a crab, its black shell smooth as a mirror, appearing as if hammered and refined endlessly, achieving impenetrable strength.

"The Shadow Dragon King!!!"

"Rumored, this clan survived from the Near Ancient Era, one of the top Demon Clans!"

"In order to achieve sanctification, one must survive the ’Hundred Dragon Devouring,’ only after the most brutal fight to the death can the ultimate monarch be born!"

"And the other one, that’s the Black Martial King!"

"That too is a saintly spirit, strong as a Titan among the wild beasts, whose mere charge can bring down the ancient mountain range, whose casual step guarantees the downfall of the earth, ’The Walker of Destruction,’ that’s what they call it!"

The one in awe was Ye Youxing, her eyes sparkling like tiny stars as she gazed up at the graceful figure in the black mist with admiration as if seeing an idol she’d long been fond of.

There were many who shared her sentiment.

Even Ye Liuying showed a momentary daze, her pupils briefly scattered.

"To meet in person the legendary figure I’ve heard of since childhood!"

"Indeed, Roufeng Ancestor is the last Young Emperor from the previous era, and in the previous Tomb of Asura, she was one of the final victors, earning the title ’The Son of Shura’!"

"Most importantly, she overcame countless perils and successfully sanctified in this era!"

"If even she can’t become an idol in the hearts of our clansmen, then probably no one else would qualify!"