The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1296 - 492: Netherworld True Monarch, Chengfeng Ancestor

"Thump thump thump!"

Ye Hanjun took seven steps backward, his divine soul almost flying out of his body.

Netherworld True Monarch... the God of Heroic Spirits...

Four Upper Divine Skills... Four Great Divine Mysteries...

This Ultimate Flash—how is it different from what was imagined?

His attribute panel is no longer a matter of luxury, it would be seen as foolish if spoken aloud, completely beyond comprehension.

Moreover, Ye Hanjun had never heard of the "Heroic" Chaos Seal, let alone seen his ancestors’ true names appear in the species name.

This this this... inadvertently, how did the world turn into this state, where exactly did the error occur?

"Ultimate Great, you have finally descended~~~"

"Oh Turtle is so moved, tears cannot be stopped, please let Old Turtle witness your form, only excitement can console the feelings..."

Harboring infinite longing for a glorious future, Gui Bang concludes its earnest prayers.

It opens its eyes, eagerly looking towards the center of the rift, and after seeing that figure, it is totally dumbfounded.

"What?"

"What what what?"

"Ultimate Great, what have you experienced in the void, why are you so small, exactly like a human in appearance?"

"After so many years, Old Turtle had always speculated about your form, this reality and imagination... the contrast is too immense?!"

If it weren’t for its body buried in the ground, Gui Bang would be bounding on the spot, only by leaping high like a rabbit could it suppress the shock in its heart.

"No... He is not human..."

"The appearance of humans is just superficial... This is a Strong God beyond words..."

"Father God standing beside Him is like comparing a Demigod to a True God..."

Zhe Yu, embodied in Goose Immortal, rests on the metallic wings of the big goose, thousands of miniaturized patterns trembling incessantly.

It takes no ordinary incident to shake its emotions.

The Divine Being who flew out of the rift possesses that qualification.

He did not use the natural rule "Gods cannot be looked directly at," allowing inferior beings to observe and watch.

The divine fluctuations dormant within Him had yet been fully awakened, already possessing an overwhelming, invincible impact, it is unimaginable who could withstand His assault when He truly erupts.

—So powerful!

I have never seen such a dangerous Strong God; not even Sky Dragon Ba·Mu Yi had such an oppressive force when he participated in battle with all his might.

Is this the Ultimate Flash? Born once every hundred thousand years on average, certain to achieve Divine Enthronement if not dying young, these magical legends being realized, did the ancients indeed not deceive me?

"Chengfeng Ancestor... is it you?"

Ye Liuying bravely calls out, her voice soft.

"Whoosh!"

The expressionless man in black, his dark pupils crush the still unstable spatial turbulence, instantly locking onto Ye Liuying’s position.

Her complexion turns instantly pale, feeling as if two sharp swords were slashing down on her head, using a bit more force would split her body in two.

"Yushi Clan member?"

Ye Chengfeng furrowed his brow, staring at Ye Liuying, who also had black hair and black pupils, his eyes suddenly hollow, his soul seemingly traveling through a space-time tunnel.

After a moment, his brows gradually relaxed, the spirit in his pupils recondensed.

When the ghostly light in his eyes almost turned into two black suns, his figure flashed, directly appearing in front of Ye Hanjun, Ye Liuying, and Ye Yin.

"You are saints of the Ye Clan, inheriting the direct bloodline..."

"I can feel the vibrant life force within your bodies, you are all very young, at the peak of vigor..."

Ye Chengfeng’s left hand firmly placed on Ye Hanjun’s shoulder.

In an instant, his brow raised slightly, murmuring to himself:

"Not right... you are not merely a saint..."

"You are my ’anchor point,’ and one of the most crucial ones, the lineage is thicker, even surpassing that of the Ancestor..."

"Anchor point?"

Ye Hanjun’s body stiffened slightly, his voice calmly retorted.

The opponent’s speed was too swift for him to react.

The chilling touch from his palm, a coldness not felt from other divine beings.

"Yes, I am Ye Chengfeng, the Sealing Emperor of the Ming Lamp Night Clan!"

"Yet to challenge for the Saint Fruit Position, the Hell Bull Demon God launched a personal attack, such treatment—unique among all heavens!"

Blood patterns suddenly emerged on Ye Chengfeng’s body.

The blood beads gathered from the depths of the earth seemed to sense something, rushing all at once into his body.

"Swish swish..."

Ye Chengfeng took a deep breath, his face not showing any sign of rosiness, instead becoming paler.

But his expression finally softened, no longer cold as a mountain, like a living person taking back control of his own will.

"You indeed are Chengfeng Ancestor..."

"Following the Ancestor, talented individuals from the Ming Lamp Night Clan emerged in succession, yet how could real legends escape from being recognized by the four ancestral blood?"

"Ye Wuyou, the Wuyou Ancestor, the 7th family head."

"He was only a step away from the Crown Rank, although he did not ascertain the Dao, which is quite regrettable."

"Yet, he led the family in reforms, allied with the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk lineage, helped the Blood Witch Clan achieve Divine Enthronement, seemingly losing the absolute dominion over Ghost Lamp Abyss, actually prolonging the glory of the Ye, forbidding lesser individuals from challenging."

"Following Wuyou Ancestor, among his great-great-great-great-grandchildren, there emerged a second individual chosen by ancestral blood, the Young Emperor."

"That person is you—Chengfeng Ancestor!"

"In your youth, you traveled across mountains and rivers, braved forbidden lands, contracted with the Emperor seed, everyone said you had the demeanor of a Crown Sealing Emperor!"

"Alas, not yet having achieved Great Completion, The Fetus of God Sealing personally hunted you, when you died prematurely, the heavens covered in frost blossoms, the earth flowed with rivers of blood, all beings mourned together, all beasts wept together, finally even dragging an entire epoch into dark turmoil, causing countless Divine and Holy Clans to indirectly fall into the dust of history..."