The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 848 - 341: Five Emperors in the Same Hall_3

"Well, Shu, activate the Teleportation Array and send these children to the royal palace,"

"A new round of council meetings is about to convene, and both the Saint and the Elder have taken their seats."

"As for you, for the time being, prop up the celestial stone pillars."

"If you wish to eavesdrop, you can, too. Divide a strand of your spirit and send it into the royal palace; it’s a simple task that surely doesn’t require the old crone’s guidance, does it?"

The gray-haired old woman glanced at the snake-haired Demon and the eagle-bodied Demon, her body bent and hunched, slowly floating down to the ground.

Ye Shu nodded and signaled to the fish woman with her eyes, instructing her to maintain the operation of the Clan Protection Formation without the slightest negligence.

Then, she crushed a jade token.

After a few seconds of brewing, the area around the central altar suddenly distorted with light.

By the time Ye Hanjun looked again, he found himself standing in a land of utter darkness.

Despair and loneliness in blackness clung to his soul,

like a giant stepping on the shell of an Insect. The overwhelming pressure caused Ye Hanlian, Ye Qiuguo, and others to reveal their anxious expressions one after another.

"Lord Han, have you ascended in rank and no longer hold the post of ’Demon Ruler’?"

A beam of white light fell with a clunk above his head.

The darkness dispersed as if clouds had parted to reveal the blue sky, and standing tall, Ye Hanjun could faintly make out a magnificent palace.

In front of him, there were at least a thousand steps, each at least ten meters high.

At the top of the steps, countless thrones were lined up in a row.

Some were as large as pendulums, others as small as the mouth of a cup.

Constructed from fierce bone spurs, forged from cold metal, or built from sacred tiles... each had a different form and aura.

The only commonality was the overwhelming presence of the superior, majestic as a rainbow, vast as the waves, surging forth to capture the soul.

"Yes,"

Ye Hanjun replied curtly, without bowing or paying homage.

Just now, when the Clan Protection Formation had been only half activated, he was enduring his longing to break through the barrier.

When he could no longer resist and stirred a sliver of essence, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed startlingly.

Although Ye Shu promptly activated the full formation,

the Netherworld, the Prison-Taming Ritual Robe, the Book of Life and Death, the Judge’s Pen... The Netherworld Judge’s Law-Figure-World and Passive Abilities still manifested uncontrollably.

In that moment, the gazes from Ye Qiyu, Ye Mochou, and Ye Nishang, sharp as that of Beasts, converged from three angles.

They watched intently, scrutinizing as if seeing him for the first time, their eyes not straying for a long while.

Even now, their gazes remained fervent.

Other clan members, too, looked on unblinkingly, their stares possessing a magnetic pull.

"I have passed the ordeal of the Young Emperor’s residence and achieved an early job change."

"If ranked by order, I am the first Young Emperor of the New Era’s Second Epoch. In the history of our clan, I shall be recorded as the 71st generation, to lift our clan’s fate."

Ye Hanjun’s calm and indifferent voice rippled like waves within the royal hall.

Bustling sounds erupted from beneath the throne.

Ye Youlong, Ye Qi, Ye Huan, Ye Ji... Whether it was the Grand Elder or an Elder, the vast majority were mere phantasmal projections, their true bodies not present here.

But through some unknown secret technique, they were listening in from this place, collectively attending the most important meeting of the clan.

"Ye Hanjun... has become the Young Emperor?"

"He squandered the precious Blood of the Ancestor and thus forfeited his status as the Young Emperor..."

"Entering the tomb alone, yet still receiving the Ancestor’s acknowledgment? What kind of deep favor is this? How could this be!"

Doubts, confusion, bewilderment, astonishment... they roiled like boiling lake water attempting to overwhelm the dam.

Ye Hanjun remained silent, simply reactivating his subdued Law-Figure-World once more.

Demon mist floated above his head, with a majestic and ancient manor vaguely outlined in the fog, as if carved from the essence of ghosts and gods, poised like a glacier.

Eerie power spread ceaselessly, with ethereal shadows appearing as though walking from the other side of time and space.

They were two types of ghastly creatures, spirits bound by resentment called ghost soldiers, and those enveloped by nefarious deeds named Demon Generals—both symbolic of slaughter and cold, sinister spirits.

They roamed the desolate lands, their grim green eyes flashing with malevolent desire, their crimson eyes flickering with a madness to kill, as if determined to drag all living beings into graves, to taste the tortures of hell, and never to enter into the cycle of rebirth for all eternity.

"Whoosh~~~"

The terrifying apparitions that wafted open awakened mankind’s most ancient emotion.

When fear wove through the crowd, all else vanished, and only the true self remained visible.

The Eternal Night, the Demon-Sealing Sword Formation, the Spirit Realm, the frenzied beasts... Ye Liuying, Ye Xien, Ye Lingwu, Ye Mo, and others’ Law-Figure-Worlds were all uncontrollably and passively activated.

Twisted ripples of Law surged within the vacuous royal hall.

In the end, due to the numerous and densely awakened Law-Figure-Worlds, the Three Emperors—Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, Ye Mochou—had their Law-Figures stirred, faintly descending upon the world and revealing a posture of utter destruction, to suppress all demonic and malevolent spirits.

"Chant!"

Upon the throne, the Shadow Dragon King bellowed sharply; his fearsome Dragon Chant pierced through dozens of Law-Figure-Worlds.

Those who heard it were all shaken to the core, and after a shudder of shoulders, with a mix of skepticism and fear in their eyes, they slowly returned to calm.

"It’s a pity, you cannot become the 71st Young Emperor."

The crisp sound of a heel striking the ground abruptly rang out.

A cool yet proud female voice approached from afar and eventually stopped just an arm’s length from Ye Hanjun.

Ye Hanjun turned to look, spotting a strange woman shorter than him by half a head, wearing a conical bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, reflecting triangular ice blue blocks in her pitch-black pupils.

"Elder brother, you are older than I, but you’ve claimed the throne too late. Better be honest and line up behind me, calling yourself the 72nd," she said, sporting a playful smile that bloomed like thousands of flowers in wilted farmland.

Accompanied by countless gasps, she held her shallow smile, lightly lifted a corner of her straw raincoat as one would a princess’s skirt, and said with grace and generosity:

"Ming Lamp Night Clan, the 71st Young Emperor, Ye Wen Fei, greets all my clan brothers and sisters."