The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1043 - 406: The Seven Hanba, Summoning the Ancestor_3

"Just that sword alone could make me flee in all directions."

"If Mu Yi Zun were to make a move, any random move would give me a headache."

"I don’t have the strange habit of that little beast on Lord Han’s ankle; it’s better not to ask for a beating."

"You’re being too modest."

Ye Hanjun couldn’t help but laugh before turning to look at the Hanba next to Mang Hao, examining it closely.

Its appearance was indeed that of a pureblood Hanba, somewhat similar to Chaolu.

However, Mie Quan and Shi Qiong’s judgment wasn’t entirely correct; just like Mu Shoucong before, its attribute panel had the note "bloodline possesses potential for latent mutation."

"Mang Hao, although the transformation for Shijiu was successful, pay extra attention the next time she grows,"

"She seems to have retained a trace of the Corpse Dragon Queen’s bloodline; her next advancement might turn into a mutated Hanba like Mu Yi..."

Ye Hanjun deliberated and made judgments based on his own experience.

Mang Hao bowed with polite respect and said,

"Actually, I had also sensed it vaguely."

"I tried to analyze the differences between Chaolu’s and Shijiu’s bloodlines and accidentally discovered they had slight dissimilarities..."

"This isn’t necessarily a good thing, nor is it necessarily bad; exactly what it entails will depend on future developments."

"However, Yang Qi’s transformation is incredibly pure; the moment he ascended to become the Holy Saint Embryo, it was as if a real pureblood Hanba was born... Eh, here he comes!"

As he was still speaking, the subject of their conversation arrived.

Spatial fluctuations swept by and the mist dissipated, revealing a tall and imposing male Hanba walking towards them with overwhelming presence.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

He pounded his chest three times and saluted Ye Hanjun and Mang Hao:

"Sun God Children, I have long admired your renown!"

"I’m Yang Qi, and from now on, we’re brothers; I vow to protect you with my life!"

With those words, Yang Qi strode forward, heading deeper without any hesitation:

"The two great God generals are already waiting for us."

"Let’s start the ritual quickly; I’m eager to meet the Supreme Ancestor of the Hanba Clan. The glorious bloodline flows within me; I can’t wait another moment!"

"Good."

Mang Hao and Ye Hanjun followed closely.

At this time, the place they were passing through seemed to be an underground cave of some sort.

The temperature here was very high; Ye Hanjun had to apply a fire-resistant and heat-insulating Spiritual Medicine ointment in order to tolerate it.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A total of seven bell tolls resonated as if echoing from ancient times; the decaying, ancient aroma in the space grew stronger and stronger.

Ye Hanjun furrowed his brow; he actually smelled decay.

Had living beings died here in large numbers, or was it the leakage of that one’s aura?

In any case, an extraordinary flavor subtly spread throughout.

"You have arrived."

In front, four shadowy figures stood side by side.

The strongest and tallest of them was naturally Mie Quan.

Next to him was Shi Qiong, whom Ye Hanjun was seeing in person for the first time.

Contrary to what he had imagined, this figure exuded a gloomy demeanor, like a cold-hearted assassin, not uttering a single word.

"Take this, it’s a ’Heart-Piercing Dagger,’ a weapon made from the bones of the Ancestor."

Buddhist chants, morning dew, were respectively tossed towards Shi Jue and Yang Qi, each receiving a dagger.

Standing next to Ye Hanjun, Mu Yi crossed over the other corpses, heading straight to the front, retrieved a large handful of identical daggers from an altar shaped like a human skull.

"Ziyu, Tong Xia, Hu Jue, Hongye...

"Although you are no longer here, we will fulfill the regrets you left behind!"

Mu Yi Hanba solemnly selected a dagger marked with the words "Mu Yi."

After that, he kept another three for himself and distributed the rest to six other members of the Hanba Clan, who were all visibly moved.

"Very well, let’s convey their share to the Ancestor as well!"

Mie Quan grinned, grasped a dagger without hesitation, and plunged it straight into his own heart.

"Pfft!!"

Blue crystalline corpse blood surged like a tidal wave, spattering upon the skull altar and leaving behind a dark blue halo.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Mu Yi, Shi Qiong, Buddhist chants, morning dew, Shi Jue, Yang Qi almost simultaneously performed the same action.

Another six handfuls of corpse blood sprayed out, and the previously dim skull altar suddenly shook into motion, dust, rust, bloodstains... all residual adhesions were peeling off at an alarming speed.

"Ancestor! Can you hear us?!"

"We carry on Your mythical bloodline, known to the people as the Hanba Clan!"

"Since the Ancient Era, we’ve been the rulers of the Solar Abyss!"

"You are still alive, we can feel it, but You are in slumber, and Deep Red is unable to pinpoint Your whereabouts, we are very worried about Your state!"

"What exactly happened during the Broken Era Calamity? Why did our splendid tribe almost become a fleeting glimmer overnight?"

Mie Quan, Mu Yi, Shi Qiong, Buddhist chants, morning dew, Shi Jue, and Yang Qi formed a circle, continuously stabbing their hearts with their daggers while howling in voices filled with both sorrow and determination:

"Invincible Ancestor, please awaken!"

"Eternal slumber befits You not, for You are the God of Death above All Heavens, feared by all, prompting awe and trembling beasts, Your invincible name intimidating the world!"

"Should You return, our tribe’s chaotic destiny may finally be set right!"

"Rumble!!"

A dazzling column of blue light burst forth from the skull altar, piercing through the rock layers and soaring into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, within the fierce golden sunlight, a strand of dark blue stood out sharply.

"The Ancestor’s soul... is stirring..."

"It has heard our call, It... is about to return!!"

Mu Yi’s shoulders shivered faintly, with various emotions fleeting beneath his pupils.

Then, an endless excitement and anticipation caught fire, as if kindling met a blaze, igniting his entire being in an instant.