The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 824 - 334: S-class, Hell Judge!

"Boom!!"

Ye Hanjun opened his eyes, and a magnificent radiance rose to the heavens.

Broad expansive wings of light filled the Hall of the Holy Spirit, the long-lost brightness revived the life vitality of this dust-sealed dark temple in an instant.

"Rumble rumble—"

Corpse Mountain also began to shake, bones misaligned, the crystal coffin emitting strange noises, as if bells and drums were sounding in unison, the noise shaking the vast cosmos.

The Blood Sea, not to be outdone, churned like dancing dragons when vigorous, like swift-flying phoenixes when weakening, and in moments of reprieve, like tigers roaring through the forest, a display of bizarre wonders.

"Has Ye Hanjun awakened?!"

Ye Liuying, who lay flat in a crystal coffin and was soaking in some mysterious liquid to temper her body, suddenly pushed the lid aside.

Ignoring the dripping wet clothes sticking to her body, she focused intently on the origin of everything and widened her eyes as if she had seen a Heavenly Venerate.

"Hmm, I didn’t expect the ritual to take so long, wasting a whole ten years..."

With a flash of light and shadow, Ye Tianzi appeared above Ye Liuying’s head.

His appearance had not changed at all, still the elegant youth in blood-red garments, with bright eyes and white teeth, in the prime of youth.

Glancing at the Meteorite Giant and the Secret Technique Magatama Demon nearby, he then looked towards the ultimate source of the changes, and his eyes shone with brilliance as he marveled with a clap of his hand.

"Gua!"

From the mountain made of bones, an eager little beast burrowed out.

Its small hands were glossy, its body pitch-black, having gone who-knows-where to frolic mischief.

But once the Spiritual Spring on the Ninth Layer Lotus Platform bestowed a sprinkle, the little creature regained its pure white, jade-like form, clean and spotless.

"Big tadpole! I missed you to death!"

Little GuaGua shouted excitedly, overjoyed.

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, the flowers withered from waiting, but the big tadpole showed no signs of awakening.

Now the time had come, and the fruits that had formed in the fertile soil were about to reveal their outcome.

"So majestic, completely different from the aura of the Demon Ruler!"

"Big tadpole must have succeeded! From now on, we won’t fear anyone of the same status, we can thrash whoever we want, push forward unstoppable!"

GuaGua, dancing with joy, celebrated by Spitting Water.

Aegifura, annoyed by the noise, pushed open a crystal coffin and floated to the ground with a cold expression.

At first, she didn’t take it seriously.

When her peripheral vision swept towards the focus of all the creatures, her Magatama eyes trembled, cherry lips involuntarily opening wide enough to fit a whole golden egg within.

"How can this be? This is the oppressive force of bloodline, actually emanating from the body of a human?"

"This guy... has become much stronger, almost turning into a monster among monsters?"

Aegifura was horrified, trying to calm her terror with deep breaths.

But she couldn’t, and whenever her gaze fell on that one person, as if seeing the Supreme Demon King, she felt overwhelming dread.

"Baa!!"

"Hiss hiss!!"

The Lion Head was sound asleep, but the sheep head and the snake head dragged it, forcibly making their way next to GuaGua.

Especially the snake head, which at this moment looked at Ye Hanjun with eyes filled with boundless surprise and deep affection.

"Jejeje..."

"Jejejeje..."

The Evil Ghost’s laughter was sharp and cold, never ceasing from the beginning.

In the center of the Blood Sea, Ye Hanjun stood silently with his long hair disheveled, his figure erect.

His hair was ten meters long, hanging like a waterfall, the ends all soaked in the blood of the sea.

With the slight motion of his body, the wild masculine vigor and the unrestrained demeanor of a living being, all unfolded to the world with the blood-red ripples rising and falling, revealing just the tip of an iceberg.

Ye Liuying was tongue-tied, utterly astounded.

At this moment, even the shadows were submissive at the feet of Ye Hanjun, like groveling ghosts trembling incessantly.

His transformation was too great, initially naked, but suddenly, a purple jade robe full of Nether aura gently fell upon his body.

After that, he donned a Spirit-Sealing Crown on his head, golden locks at his cuffs, a Soul-Refining Bead on his waist, and Cloud-Striding Boots on his feet... Fully armed, he was imposing without anger, bearing both the demeanor of an emperor and the elegance of a Saint, extraordinarily martial.

"Whirlwhirl~~~"

An exquisitely bound book with a light yellow front and a crimson back appeared in the palm of Ye Hanjun’s left hand.

An odd-shaped sharp weapon, resembling a pen with a pointed head and a thick tail, with nine rings in the middle, appeared in the palm of Ye Hanjun’s right hand.

He waved it gently, dazzling light and shadow sweeping all around.

Merely being brushed by the peripheral light, Ye Liuying felt as if she had been electrocuted and hastily fled into the sky.

"Jejeje..."

"Jejejejeje..."

A cold wind rose, ghostly wails and wolf howls filled the air.

Dark mist ascended, evil shadows roared.

The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and within the large space surrounding Ye Hanjun, a sinister and horrifying mansion began to emerge.

It was at least five hundred meters tall, with bizarrely shaped rooflines and icy, deadly bricks and tiles. It looked less like a building and more like an ancient creature that had died a long time ago, its soul extinguished, its flesh remaining, an indescribable cold desolation and decay spreading at the speed of lightning.

"Huff—huff—huff—"

At the equilibrium point between life and death, the source of chilling fear, a series of illusory shadows appeared out of nowhere.

They started out blurry and indistinct, becoming gradually clearer.

Those were absurd and grotesque Demon figures, generally divided into two types.

One type had green skin and red eyes, mouths full of sharp teeth, long arms, and short legs, staggering in their walk.

Their faces were contorted, bodies riddled with holes, the intense stench nauseating.

But they were also enveloped in resentment, like souls of the wrongly dead, and all the coldness rapidly intensified.

The other type had red skin and green eyes, bodies covered in Scale Armor, heads with bull horns, and backs with bony wings.

Those sharp claws and ferocious eyes were always eager for slaughter.