The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1002 - 393: The First Under Heaven, Mu Yi Hanba

Ye Hanjun briefly explained his situation in just a few words.

He had been captured and brought to the Solar Abyss, and his identity as a member of the Night Family had been seen through.

There was no need to beat around the bush or hide his experiences anymore.

"Dual Authority? Are you the human youth who accompanied the Jester Emperor to his grave?"

Mie Quan was very surprised.

Since escaping the Lost Misty Seas, he had also diligently studied the information related to All Heavens and all clans.

Among this information, the mortal feud between the Abyss of the Red Dust and the Ghost Lamp Abyss was hard to ignore.

The Jester Emperor, along with the Light Witch God, had actively invaded but both were buried there, a result that exceeded common perceptions.

And the Ming Lamp Night Clan, inheriting for 120,000 years, had produced another Crown Rank member.

Womb Death God Ye Shitian, contracted with two Death Witch Gods, one crown and two gods was indeed a glorious triumph.

This kid...is he actually Ye Shitian’s son? Could he possibly be a divine son?

The Tainted Demon God and the Corrupt Demon Minister who fled back to the Inferior Earth Abyss had wildly publicized his deeds.

They spoke of him wielding the Asura Bow as if he were the reincarnation of a god killer, how he faced a barrage of lightning with nonchalance, how he faced death without a change in expression... their words flew in a frenzy, each one more convincing than the last.

Word of him spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred; the youth’s fame skyrocketed.

With the status of one from the lower ranks, he killed the true Fetus of God Sealing.

Such combat achievements were enough for top clans to record his name and compile his experiences into volumes for future generations to learn from.

"Wait, weren’t you dead?"

"The Jester Emperor was killed by you, how could you still be alive?"

Elder Yin extended a trembling finger, his face full of shock:

"That was the Jester Emperor, the Master of Red Dust! His divine might was boundless!"

"You killed him and yet you survived, this is too much of a disgrace for divine enthronement..."

"Indeed."

Mie Quan nodded solemnly, stating:

"The Jester Emperor is the disgrace of divine enthronement!"

"The Abyss of the Red Dust might as well find a new master soon; to initiate an attack and lose completely is so pathetic, it’s unbearable to witness."

"That shouldn’t be said though, right?"

Mu Shoucong endured the burning sensation and tried to argue:

"The clan leader laid out plans for a long time and paid a huge price to achieve the Crown Rank."

"The Godslayer Asura also went through various trials, honored in death, and ultimately resurrected anew."

"The hardships they’ve endured are unimaginable to ordinary people."

"The Jester Emperor’s defeat wasn’t undeserved; it was a natural outcome of his actions."

"I don’t care about that; in my eyes, the Master of Red Dust is nothing but a fool."

Mie Quan spoke with conviction, then turned aggressive:

"Ye Shitian has true ability, worthy of the status of a clan leader."

"But this kid, a freak among freaks, a king amongst the aberrant."

"Even I know that the human race with the dual authority cannot ascend to higher ranks, and those who defy this rule will inevitably be punished by heavenly wrath."

"Yet he survived, broke the taboo, and created a miracle."

"The transcender that Deep Red mentioned turns out to be like this, he has toughened his wings, no longer under the Heavenly Dao’s control, transcending beyond this world."

"In the future, if he ascends to a Crown Rank, validating his path with double crowns... a super terrifying demon lord might just come to dominate All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds..."

"Senior, you should stop joking."

Ye Hanjun was at a loss for words, half helpless, half earnest, he said:

"If attaining a Crown Rank were so easy, it wouldn’t be as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."

"The path I need to walk is still very long, by comparison, you only lack one Divinity. At the right moment, you yourself could restore the glorious image of the Hanba Clan, so please stop killing me with kindness."

"Pfft, do you think Divinity is so easy to come by?"

"Out of ten False Gods, if even one validates their path, that one is the chosen child, envied by all beings."

Mie Quan twisted his mouth, speaking to himself:

"I’m still far off, let’s first summon the Ancestor, then make further plans."

"Mu Yi, what do you think?"

"This kid, along with the family behind him, has the qualifications to become a part of our alliance."

"How about making him sign a contract with our clan? A deep binding, if we can achieve mutual accomplishments, that would be a great fortune."

"I don’t mind, you just do as you see fit."

Mu Yi Hanba always played the listener, not intending to worry about it, and spoke indifferently:

"Since Ziyu and Tong Xia have fallen, you are the acting Clan Leader. Underneath the Ancestor, you call the shots."

"In times of peril for our clan, developing a core ally is a good strategy, much better than relying on those with hidden harmful intentions at our peak of prosperity, which gives the Corpse Race peace of mind."

"Hmm, then it’s decided!"

Mie Quan confirmed decisively:

"Xiaoyezi, when you meet Buddha Song and Morning Dew, choose one of them to be your Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits."

"They are both pure-blooded Hanba, born in the Near Ancient Era, one brave and good at fighting, the other with a transparent soul, both first-class generals of our clan. Teaming up with you counts as a strong alliance."

"Respected acting Clan Leader of the Hanba Clan."

Mu Shoucong rolled his eyes, hesitatingly said:

"As far as I know, you didn’t sign contracts with the Human Race in the Ancient Era, right?"

"Today, you’ve promised twice all of a sudden, splitting the not-so-abundant Hanba bloodline, if your Ancestor returns... won’t he be angry?"

"Him?..."

Mie Quan looked up, pondered for a moment:

"Actually, He’s really averse to trouble, these kinds of messy things, He always prefers out of sight, out of mind."

"So, you can rest assured."

"Although we are the Corpse Race, we value loyalty and keep promises, more reliable than you imagine."

"Then we have no worries."

Mu Shoucong patted his chest, relieved:

"Don’t blame me for being nosy, but it’s said that Goddess Ba is unpredictable, extremely frightening."

"If my clan’s Godslayer Asura were to suffer a loss because of this, creating a rift between us, that would be no good."

"Senior."

Ye Hanjun ignored Mu Shoucong’s words, staring straight at Mie Quan: