The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1109 - 428: Little Jianjian Becomes Stronger_3

These were events he had never experienced in all these years, here the plasma was endless, always maintaining its inherent quantity.

Who would have thought, from the Supreme Sacred Great Achievement to the breakthrough of Supreme Holy Completion.

The lightning energy Sword Thunder Child devoured in an instant, could it be the loss of energy from the Ancient Thunder Pond over several hundred or even thousands of years?

Ye Hanjun pinched his chin, lost in thought.

He had always been puzzled, about the battle of the Ghost Lamp years ago, when Sword Thunder Child helped him resist the heavenly tribulation.

The power of the thunder that was devoured back then subtly surpassed the extreme limits of the Saintly path.

How could it be that after several hundred years, upon awakening, Sword Thunder Child’s rank was only at Supreme Sacred Great Achievement and had not even reached Supreme Holy Completion?

Could it be the erosion of time?

Or could it be that those energies hadn’t disappeared, including those being devoured now, all serving as a foundation, as an accumulation of Sword Thunder Child’s potential.

In order to strike for a higher realm in the future, did it have to follow its instincts, making choices with potentially higher yields?

Ye Hanjun considered seriously, trying to use Talent Identification to find clues.

Unfortunately, his wish was in vain: the status panel that could be displayed by Sword Thunder Child had no particularly notable part.

"Shua!"

With a thought, the Cross Thunder Sword returned to Ye Hanjun’s hand.

He held it lightly, waving it casually, and that incredibly light touch brightened his eyes.

When he opened his palm, Sword Thunder Child automatically returned behind his back.

Still at an arm’s length away, when stationary, it was like bearing a statue on his back, a mysterious and profound déjà vu, laid bare.

"Great, little Sword Sword has grown stronger!"

"It’s part of our battle system, now we have another pillar at Saint King Level!"

GuaGua scrambled at the hilt of Sword Thunder Child, but couldn’t touch anything.

The lightning would neither harm it nor be used by it.

The used-to-it GuaGua didn’t feel surprised and remained elated, as if it had found a great bargain, excitedly saying:

"With little Sword Sword here, if we run into baddies like Miemeng Wu again, we’ll be much more at ease!"

"Big Tadpole, it’s your turn next, once you’ve become a true Saint, it will be time for us to leave Mechanic God Mountain!"

...

New Era, Second Epoch, year 1560.

From the year 1078 arriving at Mechanic God Mountain and residing for nearly 500 years, Ye Hanjun’s age had imperceptibly approached two thousand.

His appearance showed no change, still the image of a young man with elegant charisma.

However, once the core abilities of "Ten Hall Yama" or "Pioneer Sect Leader" were activated, he would trigger an automatic transformation, completely altering his outward temperament.

This day, like usual, he sat cross-legged, introspecting the world, perceiving his own flesh and soul.

A vast sea of life fluctuations suddenly erupted at the heart.

He closed his eyes, as silent as rotten wood, without a word to utter.

GuaGua on his shoulder sensed something was amiss, whooshed away with a jump, no longer making close contact with him.

"Look, look! The Big Tadpole is about to advance!"

"Everyone, come and protect him, don’t let the Thunder Pond affect him!"

Shouting, his companions interrupted their cultivation without prior arrangement.

Sword Thunder Child and Mo flew out from the bottom of the pond, and Mu Yi dragged electric plasma waves, step by step, striding over.

The only one without reaction was Absolute String, lost in The Way of the Music, unable to break free on-call.

"Ye Hanjun is going to grow up?"

"Once he has grown up, strong and sturdy, can he then repay his debts?"

Mo, with its nine tentaculated arms, eyes burning bright red with excitement.

It really wanted to repay Ye Hanjun’s kindness, with what it was best at, sharing the greatest joys of the mortal world.

But Ye Hanjun had a frail constitution, not as robust as it.

Now this was good; with an upgrade, an advancement, a human Saint should be able to bear much more, right?

Thinking this at heart, Mo was extremely happy, and couldn’t help but slap the water, splashing waves of electricity.

Dissatisfied with its actions, GuaGua transformed into Goose Immortal and flung it away with a blow.

"GuaGua... why are you hitting me?"

Mo, unharmed, merely bobbed up in the pool, blankly asking.

GuaGua wrinkled its nose, with stern righteousness:

"I told you to come and protect, and you, you’re preparing to ambush Big Tadpole?"

"How many times must I tell you, your concept of reward is different from Big Tadpole’s; what you see as a prize could be a fatal disaster to Big Tadpole!"

"Fatal... Is fatal not good?"

Mo fiddled with its eyeballs and immediately strangled itself with its tentacles, looking lost:

"I was thinking this way, or that way."

"Also this way, that way."

"These are all excellent ways to feel joy; can’t Ye Hanjun, the promoted Saint, even withstand a little bit of it?"

"Huff!"

Little GuaGua puffed up its cheeks in anger.

But it was no match for Mo, so it sought Mu Yi’s help:

"Grandpa Muyi, keep an eye on that rag!"

"It’s too naughty, Big Tadpole is in a critical moment, we can’t let it cause trouble!"

"Whish..."

Mu Yi Hanba slightly adjusted its position, blocking in front of Mo.

Other than that, it did nothing, its calm yet profound gaze reaching towards the Ancient Thunder Pond, watching over the unique phenomenon of Ye Hanjun’s ascension—constantly erupting!