The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 497 - 225: Mountains of Bloody Corpses, Stacks of Skeletons, Contract with GuaGua, Instructor’s Promotion Rights_1

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The thunderstorm has passed, but the heart continues to pound like a drum.

Every inch of muscle is tense, teeth clenching the tip of the tongue, and eyes wide open, daring not to be careless at all.

——This is precisely the change in demeanor of the observers from afar.

Because the anomaly still exists, it just has nothing to do with thunder and lightning anymore.

Right behind or above Master Han, there is a gray and white Ancient Stone Gate standing tall.

It is large, majestic, grand. The buildings in this world cannot be compared to it at all. If a comparison must be made, it would be like the difference between a palace and a thatched cottage.

This gate does not exist independently; it resides in an endless grey sun, right in the center.

From the sun outwards, dazzling stars appear like candies scattered by a child, with seven grey waning moons revolving around them, guarding them like they were their bright guardian stars.

Suddenly, another impeccable full moon rises. It’s grey, ancient, profound, and empty. It breaks through the blockade of the seven moons, drills into the gray sun, and finally nestles next to the Ancient Stone Gate, motionless.

"Has Master Han’s ’Instructor’ indeed produced a new change?"

On the horizon, Su Mei, Wang Xinfei, Li Jingming, the three of them stand shoulder to shoulder.

The seven waning moons represent the seven Keys of the Grey Moon. Now an additional full moon appears, likely a super-upgrade version of the waning moon, and there must be a great change in the Ability’s power.

However, for those who are uninformed.

Although the heavenly phenomenon is shocking and makes Master Han appear as mysterious as a god descending to the world,

their attention is more focused on the ground.

Right under Master Han’s feet, a deep abyss that seems capable of devouring people’s hearts, just a glance would induce boundless fear.

Even more terrifying, around Master Han, the vision of living creatures dying keeps flashing. There are beautiful girls, handsome youths, and white-haired old men.

Of course, the Fond Spirits are the majority, reaching a hundred meters in size, as ferocious as devils and wild as bandits.

They dive, they sprint, they rush in from all sides. However, in response, blades flash and blood is splashed. They don’t even get close to Master Han before they turn into lifeless corpses, powerless and falling into the abyss.

Su Mei, Wang Xinfei, Li Jingming...

Huo Xin, Yan Xuehui, Yu Yu, Dong Feng...

All the people who escaped from Stealing Fire Mountain, their pupils gradually fall numb.

They stare blankly as illusionary creatures come one after another, die one after another, and blood blooms under Master Han’s feet. No one has managed to harm a single strand of his hair.

"Roar!!!"

"Howl!!!!"

Another beast rushes forward, fails, and falls into the abyss.

Sun Lin, who is flying in the sky on a Magma Bird, also feels a sudden fear.

The bottomless black abyss - has it unknowingly become a mountain of bloody corpses, nearly full?!

In the midst of the blood fog, billions of bones pile up to form a Throne of Bones. On it, there are no gorgeous jewels, only endless blood and coldness that cannot be dispelled. How can one not be horrified?

"Such cold, suffocating intent to kill..."

"Does this Ability breed such phenomenon, and is destined to pave the way with killing?"

As if reacquainting herself with Lord Han, a strand of worry appears on Sun Lin’s face.

Undoubtedly, all Abilities that focus on killing have strong combat abilities.

But walk by the river often and you’re sure to get wet; being too intent on killing may lead to the loss of one’s humanity. These hidden side effects could completely destroy a person’s mind, making them wander this world like an empty shell.

"The thunder calamity has passed, and after the punishment comes the baptism, he should be completely healed, right?"

Goose Immortal’s shout rang out, cut off before it could finish.

Under everyone’s gaze, a brilliant golden light rises from it, covering each of its iron feathers in the blink of an eye.

Next to it, the Witch, who seems to feel guilty because she couldn’t help her master, is also wrapped in the golden glow.

"Ascended..."

"Immortal and the Witch have been at the third level for too long, Renwo Kuang has broken through, but they haven’t yet..."

Su Mei and Wang Xinfei exchange a glance, their eyes expressing joy.

This year and a half has been extremely fulfilling for them.

But for Master Han, it must have been stifling and long.

Now, after the bitterness comes the sweet, the final harvest is presented before their eyes. Whether it’s the closer disciples or the unrelated members of the Mercenary Group that Steals Fire, they all breathe a sigh of relief, feeling surprisingly lighter.

Master Han - he’s the real backbone!

He alone connects everyone; the Shadow Alliance and the Mercenary Group that Steals Fire can coexist all because Master Han is one hundred percent important to them!

"Whoosh~~~~"

A subtle air current, from nonexistence to existence, gradually strengthens.

Ye Hanjun stretches out his left hand, his index finger and middle finger come together to point at his forehead.

"The heavens feel, Gods and demons witness."

"I am the ’Instructor’, carrying the light of the stars, never deviating from my original intention..."

Distractions are emptied, thoughts are cut off.

Ye Hanjun adheres to his original intention, as if entering an uninhabited territory.

This instant, no one can understand his voice.

Because this is the ’righteous thought’, only by formulating or adjusting one’s life beliefs at this moment, setting a clear direction, and strengthening the mind can one truly activate the power of the Contract Imprints.

Next moment - heaven and earth abruptly rage!

There are dragon chants and tiger roars, mountains cracking and stones splitting, earthquakes and tsunamis... layer upon layer of bizarre sounds fill Ye Hanjun’s ears.

"Whoo – Whoo – "

A hurricane rushes forward, and frost and snow press on his shoulders.