The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 720 - 299: See You Off_2

The restless emotions were like a storm, spreading dizziness among the crowd.

Strong as Ye Qiyu, proud as Ye Nishang, and unrestrained as Ye Mochou, the three current Young Emperors were also silent, each of their deep gazes converging in one place, each stirred by their own thoughts.

But that’s not all! That’s not all there is to it!

Beyond the identity of a Young Emperor, beyond the title of The Son of Shura, Ye Roufeng also had the blood relation of being a "Descendant of Ye Chengfeng."

Ye Chengfeng—entered the ancestral lands in his youth, bringing glory to the entire clan!

At Small Achievement, he tread across mountains and rivers, roamed the nine seas, and formed a pact with an Ultimate Flash even more unthinkable than the Dazzling Flash.

Such creatures, perhaps one would appear every hundred thousand years, were one of the highest manifestations of heavenly bloodlines; in their youth, they were "Emperor Beasts," and upon Great Completion, they became "Emperor King Beasts," colloquially known as the "Emperor seed."

Because the bloodline was too terrifying, terrifying to the extent that once it formed a pact, the likelihood of its Patron achieving a crown position was extraordinarily high.

Before Ye Chengfeng was even promoted to a sacred position, multiple Fetus of God Sealing united to attack, slaughtered the Emperor Beast, shattered the Emperor corpse, and along with it, destroyed his soul, so that he could never be reincarnated, never to transcend.

The bloody upheaval of the Near Ancient Era’s eighth epoch... was entirely caused by Ye Chengfeng alone.

What happened afterwards is not mentioned, but Ye Roufeng, who carries the bloodline of Ye Chengfeng, even though she doesn’t share the legendary experience of entering the ancestral lands in her youth, is still a Young Emperor. With the double identity, her track record of battles up to now speaks for itself—she has long been one of the potential replacements for the Ming Lamp Ye Clan Leader.

If one day, Ye Shitian steps down and yields his position, the person to lead the clan could possibly be her.

Ye Hanjun was also aware of these secrets, so it wasn’t completely incomprehensible to occasionally see how much the family valued such talents.

"Roufeng girl, where’s your ’Ghost Yama’?"

"According to the expectation, you are to bear three pillars, assuming one-eighth of the burden of the clan’s great formation, all by yourself."

"Elder Uncle, I know."

Ye Roufeng’s emotionless voice floated down through the black mist:

"Yama was too severely injured. When the other Sacred Spirits arrive, I will summon it."

"Rest assured, with its special nature, even in a dying state, it can support one pillar."

"Hmm, as long as you know, I won’t worry too much."

Ye Tianming nodded, then suddenly turned his gaze towards the eastern sky:

"Ho, quite the lively scene, a group of old fellows arriving together."

"Let me count, one two three four five six seven... not bad, not bad, nearly enough for the defense formation, we can finally get to work."

No sooner had his voice dropped than multicolored beams of light whooshed towards them.

Ye Hanjun’s eyebrows twitched unnaturally, and his expression became strangely awkward.

The area between his brows was actually heating up, meaning a disciple or a Taoist was approaching.

But the Seven Great Disciples had already been properly arranged, safe in the safest places, patiently waiting for the end of the Clock of the Era.

Ye Liuying and Ye Yin were both within visible range.

The only one left was Yu Ruoxin, who had been toiling away guarding the tomb... Who was this big shot she was following, flying over from the sky?

"Ahhhhh... Elder, fly slower, I’m going to fall!"

Thousands looked up to the sky, highly focused on the scene above.

Then, a girl with both hands over her scorching cheeks appeared as if drowning in water, her legs flailing in panic and desperation.

"Splash!"

Yu Ruoxin safely landed on a pillar, confirmed she was on solid ground, yet her heart was still pounding furiously.

"Elder... didn’t I tell you, I’m also afraid of heights..."

"I’m used to treading on soil and tilling the fields, then suddenly I’m flying in the sky, and the speed is so fast, my my my... my soul is going to fly away!"

Yu Ruoxin, wanting to cry without tears, suddenly felt a multitude of unusual gazes sweeping towards her. She looked to both sides, terrified enough to make her hair stand on end.

"What is this creature... so huge... with oceans of life force..."

"Ahhhh! Why is it still so high! There are so many people below, tiny like ants, I I I... this this this..."

Yu Ruoxin, triggered by both her fear of heights and social anxiety, turned red and stammered, unable to speak.

"Elder elder elder, what place is this, why are they all staring at me, I am so small, my meat wouldn’t even taste good..."

"Master Han... save me! I can’t bear it! Your clanspeople are too too too terrifying!!!"

A few barely perceptible gazes fell upon Ye Hanjun.

In that instant, Ye Hanjun could only press on his temples with both hands, concealing a touch of embarrassment.

Embarrassing... deeply embarrassing.

In front of a gathering of Sacred Spirits, the girl was actually calling for his help.

But she probably wasn’t aware that being able to stand on those reaching pillars in such a setting was an irreplaceable honor.

"Girl, hush."

A speck of gold fell behind Yu Ruoxin, quietly floating above her head.

Under the gaze of thousands, that speck of gold was truly too diminutive, with even Ye Hanjun unable to discern its true form or confirm what species it was