The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 712 - 296: Jin Xuanzi_3

"Don’t mess it up, or I’ll have to clean up the mess again,"

Ye Hanjun had not gone far when he waved his hand and reminded,

"She must have been promoted to the sixth rank after leaving Demon Dragon Island."

"She has one more Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit than you, so to kill her, you can only rely on the ’Dance of Broken Wings’."

"A Dance of Broken Wings is still better than her entering the Tomb of Asura and then scheming against us behind the scenes, right?"

Ye Liuying pondered, "Although, at her current status, she’s probably not worth your attention."

"But I once suffered a loss at the hands of her sister. Even to this day, if I could sweep through her and her sister, I could surely make others fear us and achieve a deterrent effect!"

"Go Liuying, you can do it!"

GuaGua poked his head out of the pocket, waving his small hand and cheering,

"And big Stone, little Chrysanthemum, you must also persist!"

"Ying ying ying!"

Resting on Ye Liuying’s back, the Secret Technique Chrysanthemum swayed its two vine tendrils, also waving goodbye to its dear friend.

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Deep Black Wheel, the burial zone.

A rotting tomb burst open with a thunder, causing Yu Ruoxin, who was holding her breath, to patiently wait for the toxic mist to disperse before carefully peeking inside.

Suddenly, her little face turned pale, and her stomach churned with various discomforts.

"Senior, what kind of creature is this, why is there only a pool of blood left..."

A mini golden beetle on her shoulder sighed and said in a gloomy manner,

"Alas, this is a ’Five-colored Peacock Spider’, the gender of insects I once adored when I first fell in love."

"Back in the day, she ascended to the Shining World Fetus before me. Under the Nether Moon, she was so proud, as regal as a little phoenix."

"I never thought that when she fell, it would be so quietly, a victim of time... time... how hateful! How hateful!!"

"Senior, life is unpredictable, having lived for so long, you should see things more openly than me..."

Frightened, Yu Ruoxin spoke in a soothing tone.

She wanted to touch the mini golden beetle’s carapace with her finger but feared being impulsive and upsetting the senior.

"Ultimately, it’s because she stuck at the Glorious Perfection and couldn’t ascend to the Holy Saint Embryo, so she couldn’t survive this calamity."

"Unfortunately, I also tried to find worldly treasures for her, but either she couldn’t absorb them, or the absorption was useless, she never found the way to evolve, and thus missed the most precious growth cycle."

"Master clearly said that there was a ’Seven-Colored Peacock Spider’ in her lineage, so why couldn’t she evolve, why did she fail, where did the problem occur..."

Seeing the mini golden beetle utterly devastated, Yu Ruoxin calmed down.

She hesitated briefly, but her rough calloused fingers still landed on the mini golden beetle’s carapace, aiming to soothe its spirit, offering it a tiny bit of negligible encouragement.

"You are good, a good child."

The silence lingered for a long, long time, so long that Yu Ruoxin’s legs became sore and even standing became difficult.

The mini golden beetle broke the silence and flew towards another desolate grave.

"Let’s continue digging."

"There are many more skeletons; they were once glorious. I saw them in their prime."

"Although they have died, all that’s left are a handful of filthy blood and a pile of bones, unsightly to the eye."

"Regardless, they live forever in my memory."

"A great calamity is approaching; those unfulfilled desires, those regrets obsessed over till death... we survivors, the guarding spirits, have broad shoulders, if we have any spare strength, we ought to fulfill them."

"Senior, wait for me!"

Yu Ruoxin hurried after.

Unexpectedly, the mini golden beetle suddenly stopped, turned around, and gazed at her with its tiny eyes:

"Girl, you are not a core member of the Ye Clan, have you ever felt that this clan is too cold-blooded?"

"They kill day by day, constantly waging wars. Many people regard the clan mission as more important than their own lives, do you think they are too extreme?"

"A little."

Yu Ruoxin honestly answered,

"I was born in a remote area, initially coming to the Ghost Lamp Abyss felt like a beggar entering a palace, everything was uncomfortable."

"I once thought the same,"

Emotions rippled in the eyes of the mini golden beetle, as though images of mountains and rivers followed one after another:

"But following the master, understanding the origins of the Ye Clan, and knowing a part of the secrets of the Ancient Era, I admired the ancestor of the Ye Clan."

"He managed to cut a bloody path through such a brutal era, ascending from a commoner to supremacy over all, ultimately turning the entire Ghost Lamp Abyss into his domain, unchallenged by all heavens and ten thousand races, where ghastly spirits shiver in fear—that swagger and might, that splendor and vividness."

"Unfortunately... a divine position is ultimately too difficult."

"After the ancestor, the Ye Clan had no other divine positions."

"To continue for 120,000 years in the eyes of those supreme clans, is already an extraordinary miracle."

"Including me... I will never reach the height of Divine Enthronement in this life."

"But those restless enemy clans, if they underestimate the Ye Clan, using the thirteenth epoch as a point of attack... how could I, Jin Xuanzi, live a life of disgraceful compliance? Although we do not bear the surname of Ye, we have long belonged to the lineage of Ye. When the clan prospers, we are fine, but if the clan were to be destroyed, what reason would we have to continue living?"

"Senior..."

Yu Ruoxin timidly asked,

"After entering the next epoch, is the situation really so difficult for the Ye Clan? Is there a constant risk of extinction?"

"But I heard that the Ye Clan still has allies, right? The Ghost Lamp Abyss also has two supreme monarchs; haven’t they always cooperated closely, sharing life and death over various epochs?"

"They... ultimately are not one clan."

The mini golden beetle’s gaze was deep, as if trying to penetrate the void:

"The Blood Witch God is already in the twilight of his years, starting from the tenth epoch of the Near Ancient Era, he began to slumber, not even caring for the life or death of his people during the Cosmic Era Calamity."

"The Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk... is just a fellow sufferer."

"Their ancestors perished long ago, surviving only on their lingering heritage, and overall are still inferior to the Ye Clan, how then can the Ye Clan rely on them?"