The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1112 - 429: The New Saint of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun!_3

If he could return to the Ghost Lamp Abyss now, the Elders and the Great Elder would have to pay their respects to Ye Hanjun, observing all rites impeccably.

From today, he had completely shed the label "weak."

In all heavens and myriads of worlds, apart from the beings with the Divine Trace Lineage, as well as the so-called False Gods and True Gods, enough reverence and caution were still necessary.

The rest could only be looked straight in the eye, never up to.

That overwhelming sense of powerless defeat, he had cast it aside, shaken it off, for there was no longer any need for its existence.

"It wasn’t easy, but finally, the foundation has stabilized."

"Previously, though you could obtain the combat strength of Supreme Saints’ Fond Spirits, you had difficulty enhancing their skills. The SS-level Authority did not achieve actual effects."

"The rank of your original body and the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits are synchronized perfectly, like water blended with milk. Even the king of the ordinary Holy Beasts... you could easily handle it, right?"

Ye Hanjun smiled without saying a word, not responding directly.

However, a strand of exuberant spirit mixed within his psychic fluctuations was nonetheless captured by Ye Liuying.

"As we are nearing the 500-year mark, we are already prepared to leave."

"We will wait for further notice from you... Until then."

The glows on their foreheads dimmed synchronously.

Ye Hanjun interrupted Soul Thoughts, surveyed the surroundings; Mu Yi, Lan Qixiong, Mo, GuaGua, Goose Immortal, Sword Thunder Child—all within sight.

Only Absolute String continued to play.

Even if mountains were to crumble in front of it, it seemed nothing could disrupt its state of Heavenly Weapon Unification.

"As the ’Great Cold’ piece also upgraded to its limit, Absolute String is passionately performing. Is it creating something new?"

Ye Hanjun listened to the qin music for a while and realized it was still the same as before, not matching any of the eight pieces.

It was sometimes crisp and touching, sometimes melodious and lingering, but occasionally there were discordant pauses that made one frown. Even without knowing The Way of the Music, one could tell those interruptions were jarring, conflicting, completely out of place in the melody.

"Big Tadpole, congratulations!"

"You’ve finally become a Saint. From now on, the ocean is wide enough for the fish to leap, the sky high enough for us to soar!"

GuaGua jumped back onto Ye Hanjun’s shoulder, finding his usual spot.

Mo also darted over, hugging tightly around his ankle, assessing his physical condition sneakily.

"Ye Hanjun, you are so fragile..."

"This body of yours can only handle a bit of joy. You need to become sturdier, stronger..."

"I’ll try..."

Ye Hanjun laughed it off, shifting his gaze guiltily.

Being constantly remembered by Mo for repayment was not a delightful experience.

Luckily, Mo was self-aware and always communicated proactively each time he thought about repaying the favor.

As long as Ye Hanjun either timely refused or stopped him, he could avoid a cataclysmic "patricide."

"Why hasn’t Grandpa Jue woken up yet?"

"He’s been quite busy. He’s hardly gotten any rest in these few hundred years."

With Big Tadpole’s ascension now a reality, GuaGua settled down, looking forward to the upcoming journey.

According to their plan, they were to go to "Desire Village."

But with Absolute String still steeped in immersive performance, intervening rashly seemed unwise.

Little GuaGua tilted his head, pondering what to do.

Ye Hanjun observed the status bars "Life Fluctuations" and "Utter Focus" among others, and decided,

"Let’s wait, there’s no rush."

"Either Absolute String is about to comprehend a new piece or it’s absorbing an excessive amount of Thunder Element, on the brink of a rank breakthrough."

"That quick?" GuaGua glanced at Mo.

The old rag was the first to ascend, yet it was still operating as Supreme Saintly Conduit, having not found the breakthrough opportunity.

Grandpa Jue was one step behind; could he be about to soar ahead, becoming the leader in the team right behind Mu Yi and Sword Thunder Child?

With each passing moment, the meeting time Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying had set ultimately fell through.

He stayed at the Ancient Thunder Pond for another full ten years.

While exploring the enhancement effects of Authority, he also listened to the sometimes chaotic, sometimes pleasant music of Absolute String.

New Era, Second Epoch, Year 1570.

The music abruptly transformed, the previous pauses and abruptness completely shattered into a coherent piece, offering a dramatically different audio-visual feast.

"Sing—"

A ninth Treasure Bead formed beside Absolute String.

It was brilliantly radiant, like the other eight, devoid of any impurities, always emitting dazzling light.

Then, the tumultuous Ancient Thunder Pond suddenly calmed, the surface smooth and ripple-free.

Above the pond, a kilometer-long green-golden five-clawed Thunder Dragon emerged.

Similarly, a kilometer-long green-golden Phoenix took flight, its long feathers fully displaying the graceful elegance of the king of birds.

"Holy shit..."

The Immortal was astounded.

This Thunder Phoenix was strikingly beautiful, vivid as though alive. Without meticulous discernment, who could assert it was composed of energy and not a flesh-and-blood creature?

And that five-clawed Thunder Dragon indeed possessed majestic power.

The supreme, invincible dragon’s might hid beneath the evolution of thunder.

Joined by a dragon and a phoenix in the sky dance, accompanied by the lingering sounds of the qin, it was probably nothing less than this?

"My human Bosom Friend, I have finally composed the ninth piece."

"This piece is titled ’Dragon Phoenix Dance.’ A dragon, a phoenix, complementing each other, one firm and one gentle, integrating yin and yang..."