The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 863 - 346: The Pure Blood, Staining the Sky_3

To be honest, he didn’t understand either.

Could it be that this was the most terrifying lightning disaster in the world, one that the Cataclysmic Crow Master couldn’t seize without the protection of the Clan Protection Formation?

Or was it that if exposed at this moment, it would be discovered by the Heavenly Dao?

At that time, the might of the heavenly calamity would increase once again, and what the Heavenly Dao wanted to strangle wasn’t just Ye Hanjun but also the Cataclysmic Crow Master, a god of disaster suspected to be from before the Ancient Cosmos...

Within an instant, Ye Hanjun’s thoughts ran wild.

He couldn’t determine which guess was closer to the truth; he only knew that he had to do something, otherwise, he really wouldn’t survive the golden lightning abyss under the assault of four swords.

Disband the miracle? No, although it might save a life or two, he had already been locked onto by the Heavenly Dao.

No matter if he fled a thousand or ten thousand miles, the lightning would relentlessly chase him, and he absolutely wouldn’t be able to shake it off.

More likely, it might be that he could only disband on the spot. Even if he relied on life-extending measures to recover, he could only delay for ten or so seconds, or at most dozens of seconds.

What exactly to do—how to survive the heavenly calamity?

The Book of Life and Death still had a massive reserve of life origin force, but what remained at this moment was less than one-fifth of full strength.

The Netherworld judge’s Law-Figure-World "Nether Netherworld," I just tried that too. Whether it was ghost soldiers or twilight descending, the golden electric arcs would vaporize on contact without even a chance to scream.

"Big tadpole, let me do it!"

"When I stepped up from the 3rd status to the 4th status, I was useful, and this time I’ll definitely be able to do it too!"

With a resolved expression on its face, GuaGua rode the Ninth Layer Golden Lotus towards the sky.

While charging, it shouted crisply towards the sky:

"Tiandao, almost enough already!"

"We have been working really hard; you have to leave us a door to life, don’t be so merciless!"

Under everyone’s gaze, numerous Saints were taken aback.

This little creature, only slightly larger than a palm, actually dared to bargain with the Heavenly Dao.

Not to mention that the Heavenly Dao is essentially a manifestation of principles, not an independent consciousness.

Who else in the world could dare to do such a thing?

A frail and delicate body with an appearance harmless to humans and animals.

And it dared to confront the lightning strikes? Wasn’t it afraid that a flash of lightning would strike down, annihilating both body and soul?

"Tiandao, Tiandao!"

"Look at me, I’m here!"

"The person you are bullying now is my contracted Patron. I met him when I was very, very small. Our relationship is great. Do you want to hear our story?"

GuaGua sprayed water towards the sky, attempting to attract the attention of some supreme existence.

But obviously, it was futile. It received no response; the golden lightning abyss inched down, and the sense of death pressed in from the shallow to the deep, more intense.

"What a naive little creature, such a tiny one. It would be a pity if it just died like this."

"Yes, the Fond Spirits contracted by Lord Han are each extraordinary."

"Just now, as you saw, this little creature can even purify the negative effects of the heavenly calamity. It’s definitely one of the top-tier support Pure Beasts within its status."

"Alas, the Heavenly Dao is indeed heartless, not giving a single chance."

"Lord Han, who is out of options for Pure Beasts to use, is even sending out a support Fond Spirit. Clearly, he is desperate and struggling on his last breath... "

Expressions of pity and sorrow were all around.

However, the Saints closed their mouths and said nothing.

Their insight was stronger, and they could vaguely sense something.

The tiny creature flying straight upward had no intention of dodging.

But the chaotic golden electric arcs, inexplicably, avoided its body, not even touching it once.

"My fellow clanspeople, at this point, there’s no need to keep anything hidden."

Ye Qi, standing on the ground, performed a fist-and-palm salute and spoke the truth:

"This little creature is far more special than you all think."

"It is a Pure Beast, crowned as a super rare Pure Beast in the mortal world, with no father or mother. Nature too went along with its birth. From the moment it was born, it has been graced with all kinds of favor."

"Regarding this calamity, maybe it really could come in handy. To conclude that Ye Hanjun still has hope of turning the tides, it’s too early to say."

The words of Ye Qi were calm and simple.

Yet immediately, a great uproar arose, with surprised expressions everywhere within and outside the central altar, and continuous discussions among the circles of different beings and beasts.

Not everyone had the privilege or opportunity to know that Ye Hanjun’s contracted Fond Spirits were Pure Fond Spirits.

In front of everyone, announced by the Elder in charge, there was no doubt about the truth behind it.

Naturally, some were shocked, some were envious.

A stronger sense of compassion once arose, making them even less willing to directly face the predicament the little fellow was facing.

"Eh, I wasn’t hurt by the lightning!"

"Heavenly Dao, do you know I’m here?"

"That’s great! Can you show your true form? Please tell us, how can we earn your recognition?"

"We haven’t done anything wrong to offend the heavens, why are you hindering us? That’s so unfair!"

The little fellow was pure as jade, strong and plump, adorably cute.

It poked its head around in mid-air, looking with astonished eyes at the lightning bolts shuttling back and forth, trying hard to find a target to talk to.

But—as a series of crackling noises ensued, the little one foolishly lowered its head, then saw a number of golden thunder swords, as thick as human arms, interwoven into a sword array on the ground, slicing back and forth across Ye Hanjun’s body.

"Big tadpole!"

GuaGua couldn’t care about anything else, diving down with even faster speed towards the ground.

It threw itself on Ye Hanjun, its small palms desperately trying to cover the wounds, but the blood gushed out like a fountain, impossible to stem.

"Big tadpole, I’ll heal you!"

Without second thoughts, GuaGua activated "Instant Healing" with all its might, continuously healing regardless of the cost.

Because it was too worried and too heartbroken, tears sparkling like crystals piled up in its eyes, as if a gentle breeze would cause them to fall like a string of pearls.

"Heavenly Dao, this is too much, you’re too old for sneak attacks!"

GuaGua’s tears couldn’t be held back, realizing it couldn’t stop the ebbing life of the big tadpole, with its condition worsening every second.

"How can it be like this..."

"We’re nearly at the end, just need to get through these golden lightnings, and we should be able to survive the heavenly tribulation..."

Looking at the golden thunder swords as thick as arms, still piercing Ye Hanjun’s flesh in a unique manner.

GuaGua puffed up with anger, its cheeks all swollen, ramming straight into one of the swords.

"Shua—"

The fast-flying golden thunder sword suddenly halted, stopping an inch in front of GuaGua.

GuaGua confirmed then and there that the heavenly tribulation was indeed deliberately avoiding it, not wanting it to be involved in this turmoil.

"Heavenly Dao, if the big tadpole dies, I will be very sad..."

GuaGua, with tears in its eyes, bowed to the void, looking adorable yet giving off an extremely heart-wrenching feeling:

"Do you have any wishes? Any ideas? At least talk to us."

"This kind of shouting and killing is not right, I don’t like this Heavenly Dao, I’m starting to hate you..."

"Those who offend the Heavenly Countenance—shall be killed without mercy!"

The voice of endless authority suddenly sounded like a tolling bell, reverberating through heaven and earth.

The golden thunder sword hovering an inch from GuaGua’s face hesitated no longer, doubted no longer.

It streaked like light, first piercing through GuaGua’s body, then stabbing into Ye Hanjun’s heart—over and over.

"Puh..."

Little GuaGua didn’t die instantly, but it spat blood, its pure white blood spattering on the ground and on Ye Hanjun, like snowflakes.

Ye Hanjun, whose soul was pierced by the thunder sword to the extent that even his ability could not be activated, nor could his voice be heard, was furious.

From the moment GuaGua drew near, he wanted to stop it.

The killing intent of Heavenly Dao was too heavy, too unrelenting to allow even a sliver of compromise.

However, a sensation heavy as the deep sea tugged at his soul from its very depths.

He was like driftwood in a storm of annihilation, unable to do anything, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness shrouding him completely.

"Dare you kill my kin?"

The stone necklace around GuaGua’s neck burst suddenly.

A drop of blood, glowing with a holy platinum light, fell from above down to the center of GuaGua’s forehead.

Then, the drop of blood flowed down, like a liquid token, involving Ye Hanjun’s torn body.

"If there’s a second time, don’t blame me for tearing up the pact and using my true form to overturn the era of your rule..."

"Boom—"

The golden thunder swords all shattered, and terrifying arcs of electricity ran wild like beasts.

Yet, the holy platinum light was impenetrable, and the nearly bisected GuaGua was restored to wholeness in the blink of an eye with no injuries apparent.