The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 761 - 313: The Free Knight

"Big tadpole, is this the legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline? I’m very interested!"

On the low hillside, Little GuaGua pointed at the open golden door, dancing with excitement, his face full of anticipation.

Huazhu wasn’t as lively, but she was also seriously observing the details, attempting to gain more valuable clues with her knowledge.

"Soul Calming Mountain... I have never seen this term in the memoirs of my clan; there is no intelligence to reference..."

"But when it appeared, heaven and earth were shaking, certainly a major opportunity within the tomb..."

Ye Hanjun mused silently.

The text on the door frame was too ancient, and the blurry parts increased the difficulty of identification.

Without a doubt, the words "Legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline" were bolded and enlarged, bearing the marks of emphasis.

"My lord, you once said that the legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline is a mix of fish and dragons, a deeply profound study."

"Yes," Ye Hanjun nodded, openly saying,

"At the level of the Holy Saint Embryo, the vast majority of species encounter difficulties with reproduction."

"But some don’t care, especially the holy spirits of the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan. When their desires surge, they will mate with anything they catch."

"As a result, the situation of polarization is exceptionally clear."

"Some once-glorious and powerful Holy Clans, due to valuing the quality of their descendants too much, wishing only for pure blood and not branches, may end up severing their lineage."

"While some ordinary Holy Clans, by indiscriminately sowing their seeds, might see one lucky individual arise from dozens or hundreds of malformed offspring, whether it’s a return to ancestral form or mutation towards a stronger domain, the payoff is beyond imagination."

Ye Hanjun paused momentarily, his tone tinged with a hint of sighing,

"These...can all be called ’Legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline’."

"As long as one traces the source of the bloodline, once there was a Holy Saint Embryo as the ancestor; touching on it slightly and fully involving it can mean a chasm-wide gap at times, yet at other times, it could also represent the same potential and hope."

"But this place is the Tomb of Asura..." Huazhu began but then hesitated.

"Hmm," Ye Hanjun knew what she wanted to say,

"Inferior legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline wouldn’t be looked upon favorably by the progenitor, it’s unlikely to be sealed away, specifically left for the clan to capture."

"It should at least be a high-quality legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline; for instance, within three generations, there’s been a Holy Saint Embryo, or possessing higher potential, expected to ascend to the level of the Holy Saint Embryo by Great Completion, to be chosen by the elderly one himself."

"Gua~~~" GuaGua got even more excited, "Does that mean Big Tadpole is about to find a new little friend!"

"If I can abduct a young holy beast, I’ll be its guardian, then when the time comes to take on the mission of the elders, the responsibility will be great!"

"Don’t get your hopes up too high," Ye Hanjun tapped GuaGua’s little head, "High-quality legacy of the Holy Saint’s bloodline, each possessing extraordinary abilities, they’re not so easy to capture."

"This is also one of the trials deliberately set up by the progenitor; better safe than sorry, never underestimate your opponent."

"I got it!"

GuaGua nodded eagerly, tugging at the hem of Ye Hanjun’s clothes, urging,

"The hourglass is almost empty, and the door seems to be becoming more illusory. Let’s go in quick, we can’t miss the chance to encounter a holy beast!"

...

"Thump!"

Ye Hanjun drew Huazhu back in, clutched GuaGua tightly, and stepped through the golden gate.

There was no feeling of weightlessness, nor was there any disorientation.

It was as if crossing from one world to another, one second it was sunny and breezy, the next second there was a chilling wind, and the air was filled with the shrill wailing of fierce ghosts.

"Chuckle chuckle chuckle!"

"Hiss... mi... ho... sha..."

A half-bodied ghost screeched as it flew over their heads, its ferocious appearance, with teeth bared and claws brandished, would certainly scare small children to tears.

A headless ghost rose from the ground holding another solitary ghost’s head in its hands; it struggled to fit the head onto its own neck, but failed. Deep, mournful sighs echoed from nowhere, each more somber than the last.

"Betting our glory, we fight for freedom!!"

Footsteps sounded overhead, a nightmare horse enshrouded in dark mist charged down with a dreadful neigh.

Upon its back, a burly Knight sat steadily, his face momentarily appearing more handsome than that of a human.

Yet when one truly looked, it was just a cold ghostly soul oozing with nether energy, the soul lance in its hand surged with killing intent, its tip aimed straight at Ye Hanjun’s forehead without the slightest hesitation.

"Whoosh!"

Countless Ye Hanjuns, like birds startled from the bushes, scattered in all directions, flapping their Demon Wings.

The so-called ’Freedom Knight’s’ soul-stealing lance jabbed into the stinking, rotten earth, and a gush of polluted blood exploded.

"The fire of freedom, let it spread like stars!"

"Fall, you evil one. I will bury your soul and grant you a resting place!"

The Freedom Knight’s lance suddenly burst into emerald flames, roaring like a fierce tiger, stabbing in four directions — east, south, west, and north.

The divisions from layer upon layer of phantasms, over ninety percent completely shattered.

At the location of the main body, Ye Hanjun suddenly stopped his hasty escape.

With his right foot planted on the ground, as he turned his body, his cold and enchanting face, with a rebellious allure, was breath-taking.

"Thud!"

An amethyst throne appeared beneath him.

Ye Hanjun casually rested one foot on the ground, the other on the throne, his elbow propped upon his knee, his snow-white hair wildly dancing.

"Clang!"

The Knight riding the nightmare horse sprinted forward, and with a thrust of his lance, the throne burst into light, an invisible barrier perfectly blocking the thrust’s might.