The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1004 - 393: The First Under Heaven, Mu Yi Hanba_3

"If you stand a chance of winning, I might just have to join your camp and persuade Mu Yi."

"Mie Quan..."

Mu Yi Hanba opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but then hesitated.

In his flickering eyes, there was no longer complete tranquility; ripples were starting to form.

"Never underestimate Mu Yi!"

"The Ancestor guarded the Solar Abyss for a hundred thousand years, with sixteen divine generals under him, all reaching the realm of Supreme Holy Completion!"

"Among them, the first and second ranked Zi Yu and Tong Xia, with profound fortunes, are both Half-Step Deities."

"Mu Yi ranks third, known as the first under heaven. The fourth, fifth, sixth combined couldn’t defeat him."

Mie Quan licked his lips and voluntarily revealed the ancient secrets of his race:

"At his peak, Mu Yi’s battle record was unmatched!"

"With the realm of Supreme Holy Completion, he hunted a Half-Step Deity!"

"Regardless of how much time it cost him, he succeeded. The day he dragged the body back to his clan, the number of his admirers was countless!"

"It was just luck," Mu Yi Hanba shook his head:

"It was gravely injured and insisted on entangling with me."

"Though my rank was inferior to it, I am hard to kill. I grinded it down by sheer endurance, and fortunately claimed the ultimate victory."

"What difference does it make?"

Mie Quan said disdainfully:

"There’s a saying among the Human Race that’s very fitting, luck is also a part of strength, and it’s quite important."

"Fu Ge, Zhaolu, these juniors might not understand you, but Shi Qiong and I, as your contemporaries and kin, don’t we know you through and through?"

"You have every chance to achieve the realm of a False God, and even get the Divinity of Nether more easily than Zi Yu and Tong Xia."

"But by twists of fate, you’ve missed your opportunities time and again. This is a sign of misfortune."

"Later, you took over the task of ’Corpse Child,’ believing that guarding the Ancestor’s flesh was of the utmost importance and only you were up to it."

"Willingly adhering to this mission, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of years have swiftly passed."

"When you look back, isn’t this also a form of luck? All other clansmen who stayed in the Solar Abyss have perished, yet you survived, gaining new possibilities."

Mie Quan looked deeply into Mu Yi Hanba’s eyes, and said with utmost seriousness:

"Third brother, let me ask you, are you truly willing to enter hell with the realm of Supreme Holy Completion, and be buried in the Abyss?"

"I remember vividly your spirited confidence in your youth and your carefree strides in your prime."

"Now, even I have advanced to Half-Step Deity."

"If your life could be extended, and you fought once more, if you pushed one more time towards Divine Enthronement, what’s stopping you?"

"I..."

Mu Yi Hanba’s expression once again fell into a daze, his consciousness blurred, his spirit fading:

"If I had life to squander, how could I stand here, waiting to die..."

"I have yearned countless times to stand by the Ancestor’s side, to stand shoulder to shoulder with Him..."

"Little Ye, go!"

Mie Quan suddenly appeared behind Ye Hanjun, slapping him on the back, causing a sting of pain.

Just moments ago, he had been calm, not endorsing Ye Hanjun’s "audacious" idea.

Now, he was even more anxious than Ye Hanjun, fearing that one of the parties would change their mind, leading to unforeseen trouble.

"My third brother should not die in obscurity; he should either perish on the battlefield or reign supreme above all heavens—there is no third possibility!"

"Xiaoyezi, hurry up and sign him!"

"If you succeed, the Hanba Clan and the Ming Lamp Night Clan will watch over each other, and the Solar Abyss will be your second homeland!"

"Boom!!"

Ye Hanjun responded with action rather than words.

The blood shimmering with a golden glow illuminated Mu Yi Hanba’s body.

Their arms, along with the flesh of Mu Yi Hanba, began to be connected by threads of blood.

"After Aegifura, Mo, Absolute String, this marks the fourth ’Ten Hall Yama’ Mark."

"The true name of the contracted one—Mu Yi."

"There’s no need to mention your past; let bygones be bygones, and forget the old tales."

"The wish that was not fulfilled in the Ancient Era, in the Second Epoch of the New Era, I will strive together with you..."

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!"

The golden radiance overwhelmed the fierce golden sun above in an instant.

Ye Hanjun’s expression changed dramatically as he watched helplessly while the Yama avatars at his side one by one shattered to pieces.

The ten hells, due to suddenly losing their controller, descended into momentary chaos.

With the chaotic breath of killing intent wandering between heaven and earth, Elder Yin, Elder Yang, Mang Hao, Ye Liuying... they all quickly retreated.

"Pfft!"

Ye Hanjun spat out a mouthful of blood as if his chest had been struck by a huge hammer, his organs shattered, and his viscera damaged.

His aura instantly plummeted from the pinnacle to the bottom of the valley, and the vigorous light in his eyes suddenly became listless.

"Supreme Holy Completion... Divine Trace Lineage... Is it still too much for me?"

Ye Hanjun swept away the fatigue at the bottom of his eyes, steadied his heart and mind with the tip of his tongue, and with sheer willpower, drove the spread of the blood threads.

This was the first time a serious accident had occurred during the Contract process.

Yet the Contract had not been interrupted; it was still in progress.

"Mu Yi, don’t hesitate any longer!"

"This youngster has broken the taboo; he himself is a miracle!"

"Discovering the possibility of the divine path with him is surely better than being a lone corpse, right?"

Mie Quan, unable to participate in the Contract, worried that his own aura might affect the man and the corpse, even more so he kept his distance with the Wheel of Deep Red.

From afar, he shouted out loud, his anxious demeanor having lost all the dignity that one from the Hanba Clan should possess.

"Well then, let’s go all in once more."

In Mu Yi Hanba’s turbid pupils, as if clearing the clouds to see the blue sky, a moment of clarity, a moment of depth emerged.

He embraced the blood threads willingly, and the dense mass of blood enveloped him.

Meanwhile, at the position of Ye Hanjun’s right chest, a hot blue claw mark—the true form—began to coalesce slowly.