The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 56 - 55: The Descendants of the Gods_1

"Resurrection..."

Like being brutally ravaged by torrential rain and thunder, a moment of daze appeared at the depths of Huazhu’s eyes.

She clearly understood the meaning of this word.

But... is it really possible?

The world of the Fond Spirits is indeed full of wonders. Maybe there are indeed stories of the dead being resurrected, the supreme ones reincarnating, and even achieving eternal life among the high-ranking Fond Spirits.

But those are all legends. She was merely a minor figure at the Mud-cast fetus level. Could she really touch upon this domain?

"What you need to do now is to unconditionally believe in me,"

Ye Hanjun said indifferently.

"Let go of unnecessary thoughts and focus on the battle at hand."

"As long as you still have a breath, as long as your heart is still beating, you have to exhaust all your strength, find a way to give the fighting avatar a fatal blow."

"Yes!" Huazhu suddenly awakened, her teeth lightly clenching her lower lip. Her turbid amber pupils began to become focused and full of spirit.

She didn’t use her peripheral vision to glimpse the positions of the three Shield Armor Turtles. Instead, she used the "Slit Sensor" of her flowing sand legs to carefully perceive the vibrations on the ground and the flow of air around her.

In the end, she displayed astonishing adaptability.

She could suddenly stop while rushing forward.

When she seemed about to fall to the ground, the sand would prop her up from behind.

Occasionally, when a Shield Armor Turtle charged wildly, she would jump out of the way like a mountain goat...

In Huazhu -- within that delicate body, resilience, coordination, reaction... Several attributes reached their peak.

However, Ye Hanjun slightly shook his head: "It doesn’t seem like she can hold out for too long."

Dodging and evading several times, occasionally gathering sand into a shield to block bites.

In the short term, she was able to fool the three Shield Armor Turtles, fooling them into spinning in circles, which was, of course, no problem.

But this was not a long-term solution.

With all three going mad, it would be hard for Huazhu to repeat her earlier maneuvers, feign the construction of a shield, and seize the opportunity to attack the soft head of the Shield Armor Turtle.

And if the stagnant situation couldn’t be broken, despite the prolonged timeline of the battle, Shield Armor Turtles would always be in an unbeatable position.

Huazhu - she didn’t have the advantage in terms of physical strength.

Even if her movements were as concise as possible, and she tried her best to reduce the physical exhaustion, it still didn’t make a decisive difference.

"She will eventually ’die’."

"The difference is, can she eliminate a few before she dies?"

Ye Hanjun stopped speaking and quietly watched from the side.

As the challenger, Huazhu had obviously realized her predicament as well.

She was panting, inhaling air in large gulps, then pouring it into her lungs.

Her erected amber pupils shone with the coldness of a serpent or a scorpion, firmly perceiving the movement trajectory of the three Shield Armor Turtles.

"Shhh——"

The yellow sand rose, the Shield Armor Turtle in the middle, not willing to evade, closed its eyes and charged arrogantly.

The Desert Witch leaned back, slid backward, and the Shield Armor Turtle behind her didn’t hesitate, bit towards her ankle.

"Puff-"

The imaginally bloody scene didn’t appear.

Because her left ankle and foot completely shattered, what sprayed out was yellow sand.

The sky full of yellow sand were like a swarm of mad bees, rushing towards the face of the Shield Armor Turtle, stuffing its nostrils and throat.

"Roar! Roar Roar!!"

The Shield Armor Turtle screamed in terror, and stopped rhithing on spot.

With a flash of black light, a maroon tail sting pierced its skull. Its wild expression shivered suddenly, and the color in its pupils quickly faded.

This blow... perfectly pierced the brain of the Shield Armor Turtle, striking a fatal blow!

"Roar!"

In a blink of an eye, the other two Shield Armor Turtles rushed over, one in the front and one in the back. Huazhu cleanly pulled out the tail sting, trying to free herself.

She used her flowing sand legs, which had no neural connection, as bait, and found an opportunity for a fatal blow.

Although the collapse of her flowing sand legs would not cause great pain to her soul,

but before her form was restored, the sand she controlled was somewhat unstable.

Although she only needed a small stream of sand to adjust the angle, she might summon an excessive amount of sand, intensifying her own witch power consumption and mental burden.

"Roar!!"

One Shield Armor Turtle bit empty space, and the other’s claw scratched the gradient black and white connected witch skirt.

Along with the inside dark green scales, a large piece was ruthlessly scraped off, and pale yellow blood flowed out.

Huazhu winced in pain but finally managed to get free.

At this time, a strikingly clear characteristic emerged.

The death of a companion would not cause the surviving Shield Armor Turtles to feel negative emotions such as fear, resulting in dread.

They were even crazier than before, and their climbing speed was faster. They chased the witch like mad dogs and bit wildly.

And Huazhu, the fatal blow she struck in an instant, had come at a significant cost.

Others might have been able to tolerate it.

But the brutal contest tore the perforating wounds on her chest, and as a large amount of blood sprayed out, a feeling of weakness surged from her chest to her back, significantly slowing her speed, and she quickly fell behind the Shield Armor Turtles.

So, Ye Hanjun saw a particularly cruel scene.

Two Shield Armor Turtles were almost wrestling with the Desert Witch, wildly biting and slashing.

The witch was nipping randomly with her pincers and poking wildly with her tail sting, ultimately managing to topple one of the Shield Armor Turtles.

The remaining one was also heavily injured, completely blind in one eye.

But it was ferocious and rabid enough to latch onto the witch’s neck and pull hard.

"Hiss——"

Inside the grey semi-spherical barrier, whether it’s the ferocious Shield Armor Turtle or the Desert Witch lying in a pool of blood, the scene is as if it’s been frozen in time.

The next second, at Ye Hanjun’s flick of the hand, the three turtles and the witch all turned into gray shadows, sinking into the ground.

"Whoo——whoo——"

Right in the center of the big gray sun above the head.

Huazhu opened her eyes, her expression unnaturally convulsed.

The feeling of suffocation and desperation at the moment of dying was deeply imprinted in her mind.

Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, her chest suddenly in turmoil.

But as soon as she caught her senses, she found that her arms and legs were intact, only the perforated wound on her chest was faintly painful. Her expression was instantly blank.

"What’s going on?"

"The being that enters the Gate of Life and Death, whether it’s me or you, is an illusory fake body."

Ye Hanjun floated up and arrived by the Desert Witches side with a snap of his fingers, laugh casually:

"Our real bodies stay in the real world, but the part with spirit, memory, and wisdom all ’flows’ into the world inside the Gate."

"This is... like an experience in a dream!"

Huazhu raised her pincers on both sides, her brows furrowed with a shock that would not dissipate for a short time:

"What a towering power it is, no matter how you observe it or touch it, it is no different from my own body..."

"My Lord, could it be that you are a descendant of a god, or perhaps you are the reincarnation of a god, hence you have such an exalted ability to use?"

"A descendant of the gods?" Ye Hanjun laughed with a lowered head, "What if it’s so?"

"There are tens of thousands like me, the descendants of such bloodlines."

"No matter how glorious they appear on the outside, a descendant will always be a descendant, still a tiny being in the multitude of people."

Huazhu: =͟͟͞͞(꒪⌓꒪*)

She was taken aback by just now’s experience, just hypothesizing based on her feeling.

Who knew that my Lord would just accept it without avoiding it?

Could it be that the allied Witch Tribe...

Huazhu swallowed hard, unable to utter a word.

"To bear the crown is to bear its weight."

"The expectations we bear, or the challenges and competition we’re facing... those not at this level will never be able to understand."

A light, indifferent smile appeared on Ye Hanjun’s pale face.

In this world, godliness refers to only two kinds of existence.

Moulding clay, basking in peach rays, hatching a jade infant.

Rotating the Wheel of Life, surpassing the end, establishing heaven and earth.

Infinite name, dazzling earthly world, the divine enthronement!

The 9th level of the Fond Spirits, the Holy Saint Embryo, also known as the "Holy Beast".

Once a step further, it would be the highest of all, the ’Fetus of God Sealing’ bestowed with the name of divine beast!

Those who can be mentioned in the same breath are only the highest level patron of the Human Race.

Level 10... Crown position!

For the reigning Patron, below the crown, even if it’s called a saint, it is still a mortal!

And only the reigning Patrons can bear the honorific title of "god".

"Forget it." Ye Hanjun shook his head. "The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment."

"Maintaining a calm mind and pursuing the goal with a sober mind, that’s what we need to consider."

"Yes." Huazhu bowed, respectfully standing in place.

"In addition, the blood flowing in me is unrelated to the ’Instructor’."

"I don’t know why the Ability of Active Awakening I possess has such a shocking manifestation..."

Ye Hanjun frowned, "According to the inheritance information just captured, the future potential of the Instructor is not to be underestimated."

"At this stage, I can only abandon unnecessary speculation and take one step at a time, treading on thin ice..."

Listening earnestly, Huazhu contemplated for a moment, then posed her own question:

"My Lord, can the ’Death Challenge’ like the one just now continue?"

"No matter how close to the limit I was in the past, I could always survive somehow."

"But this challenge actually made me go through the process of death."

"Every time I recall the feeling just now, my pincers are icy, my heart is uneasy...."

Huazhu stood solemnly, mixed emotions of fear and anticipation:

"But I think, if I can repeat this process, the progress in honing my combat skills will definitely be swift."

"I just don’t know if it has any other benefits, or if there are any precautions or limitations?"

"The second Active Ability: Death Challenge and my Passive Ability: Death Brand are inseparable."

Ye Hanjun was frank:

"Subjectively, the prey that was killed by me or my Contracted Fond Spirits, if it wasn’t a cunning behavior, like seeking someone to weaken it and then I go for the final blow, or through higher-level poison or runes to hunt...they’d most likely be recorded by the Gate of Life and Death, becoming a ’combat incarnation’."

"This incarnation can only exist within the Gate of Life and Death and cannot be materialized in the real world."

"And the ’challenger’ who enters the Gate of Life and Death will be copied into the state when entering the gate, thereby creating a ’fake body’."

"Once the ’Death Challenge’ is initiated, the purpose of the fake body is not to complete the challenge, its rounds are endless, and it can never be truly defeated."

"Remember--the core purpose of this Ability is to make you fearless of death."

"Before your death, you can try all kinds of skills and strategies, even self-explosion, you can try anything with no inhibition."