The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 911 - 362: Witnessed by All Gods, The Sky Funeral - Part 3

By comparison, Ye Shitian and the two Death Witch Gods occupied just a sliver of space, trapped with no way forward or back, their situation deeply troubling.

"Swoosh!"

An arrow of dawn shot through the air, swift as the wind and as quick as lightning, approaching with a thunderous roar.

The Jester Emperor suddenly turned, raising an arm to block.

But just as the arrow was about to strike, it suddenly deflected, skewing to embed itself in the Jester Emperor’s foot, piercing through his boot as well.

"Back then, your ancestors were just as arrogant and domineering..."

Ye Hanjun walked on air, with blood light squirming beneath his feet; one step birthed lotuses, two steps ascended to immortality, and with three steps, he stood at the very edge of the world, his small figure like the shadow of a myth:

"Now, it is time to settle things..."

"The regret that Ye Shura did not completely eliminate you all... This Cosmic Era, I certainly will not repeat the same mistakes..."

Each word from Ye Hanjun was imbued with infinite authority.

On his still robust face, one could faintly discern the illusory expression of Ye Tianzi.

At this moment, he no longer appeared young, his eyes a vast expanse, with the sediment of years, a flickering screen of innumerable vicissitudes, dramatic and stirring enough to seize the heart and fix the soul.

"You think you can, a dead and incomplete Soldier God?"

The Jester Emperor laughed, showing his teeth, the deep purple of his eyeshadow, orange blush, and delicate lipstick all revealing his unique, sinister charm.

"Back then, Ye Shura managed to defeat my ancestor relying on ’strength in numbers’"

"One Crown and One God is the standard configuration for Crown Rank, One Crown and Two Gods... The Jester Emperor died justly; my ancestor conceded wholeheartedly."

"But—victors be kings, vanquished be vile. Since I have inherited my ancestor’s bloodline and once again ascended to godhood, it is enough to prove the noble, irreplaceable nature of the Jester clan, beyond question..."

"This Cosmic Era, it is the Ye Clan that shall be obliterated!"

"The hatred left by my ancestor, I remember! It is not that I won’t avenge, just that the time has not yet come!"

"Boom!!"

A clap of thunder resounded, sonorous as a bell, as if it were the roar of the heavens enraged.

A seven-colored Jester King far in the distance shuddered, mistaking it for the Jester Emperor’s rage manifesting and nearly kneeling in fright.

But this voice, or rather this phenomenon, had nothing to do with the Jester Emperor.

His willingness to engage in verbal strife was purely a ruse to unleash his escape technique, his current state deplorably weak, requiring a moment to recover.

"Rumble rumble—"

Behind Ye Hanjun, a cross-shaped golden sword emitted a streak of golden lightning, chopping violently skyward.

Suddenly, the sky changed.

The deep black Demonic Qi was forced aside, and the light of the three Nether Moons quickly receded.

The ceaseless ink-black clouds, coming from nowhere, occupied the entire sky in the blink of an eye, unrelenting in strength, still spreading afar with the intention to shroud the entire Ghost Lamp Abyss.

"Heavenly punishment... It’s come again?"

Within Without-Sun City, through barriers as thin as paper, Saints like Ye Shu and Ye Tianming could barely articulate, struck with horror and disbelief.

This scene was all too familiar. Nearly a century ago, this place had also faced dark clouds beneath the city, with a storm threatening to break.

It was unexpected, but in the blink of an eye, the scene came again, just as breathtaking, making one’s palms sweat with just a glance.

"Attempting the Seventh Rank at a time like this... Isn’t it somewhat inopportune?"

"No... The Thunder Element is still expanding... It seems to exceed the tribulation from that time..."

"Ye Hanjun, this lad, intends to use his own calamity to drag Jester Emperor down with him, to make Him undergo tribulation together?"

In the city, those below the rank of Saint shouldn’t distract themselves with speculating why the dead have resurrected from death.

But he was holding a bow, a divine bow named "Shura."

The aura it emitted, although not comparable to Ye Shitian, couldn’t even be concealed by Ye Ying, how could it not attract attention?

"Indeed, stronger than the last time, the lightning has not yet struck, yet the Holy Saint Embryo trembles..."

"This is a heavenly tribulation that could threaten The Fetus of God Sealing, the vision accompanying the body, if anyone were to say proving the Dao to wear the crown or proving the Dao to be divine, predecessors like Ye Tianzi would also acknowledge..."

Ye Hanjun was silent, his heart pounding.

He lifted his head for a glance at the sky, the looming threat of death far surpassing his last experience.

But what was different this time was his tranquility and calm, holding a completely different mindset.

"I remember now, among this generation of the Ye Clan’s youth, there seem to be several with astonishing talent..."

"One of them, with Dual Authority, could not unlock the gate of Heavenly Dao, failed to gain the recognition of heaven and earth, died because of lightning, and should have been reduced to ash and dust..."

Jester Emperor, for the first time, glanced over Ye Tianzi’s illusory face and took a close look at Ye Hanjun.

With Ye Tianzi’s protection, Ye Hanjun was unafraid of God’s gaze.

He seemed to look back with nostalgia, forgetting his surroundings for a moment, looking at the ancient city he had seen grow since childhood, and letting out a heavy sigh.

In the next instant, his aura changed.

In the snap of a finger, he became clear-eyed and bright, his temperament gentle and steady, rising up like a mountain.

"Respected Jester Emperor, respected Demonic God."

"In All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, there are three Godly Prison Marks. Excluding the one that you claim is ambiguous, the other two are concentrated in my Ghost Lamp Abyss. Being a descendant of Ye Shura and a son of Ye Shitian, I feel terrified yet honored."

"Now, you are grievously wounded."

"And Ye Tianzi, our predecessor, has only some sealed Divine Power."

"I, caught in between, am sufficient to be the balancing weight on the scale — to accompany you on your last journey."

"Boom!!!

Thunderous clouds roared, lightning raged and thunder fumed.

Within the encirclement of countless branching lightning bolts, the Jester Emperor — failed to escape.

The corner of His eyes twitched madly, an unprecedented unease filled His soul, causing His entire face to twitch and tremble.

All Gods as witnesses, a celestial burial.

Only through a total death, one that even All Gods couldn’t decipher, could one be free from the oppression of Heavenly Dao.

And in this burial, the largest sacrifice was naturally the Master of Red Dust...

Jester Emperor!