The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1079 - 418: Evolution, Nine Nether Absolute String!_3

"Do none of you have any objections?"

"If not, then on behalf of the Melancholic Rose, I shall agree."

"Uh... What about Elder Jing Hui from the council..."

Hong Zixun scratched his head, suddenly remembering that another important figure wasn’t present.

"No worries, that old man is a gambler too; his decision-making speed can only be faster than mine."

Xinluo shook his head, not forgetting to remind:

"Afterwards, send someone to notify him, tell him to stop wandering around in the Cloud Sea and find someplace else to sightsee."

"Yes."

Hu Qi, as the scribe, took the command.

...

It was a busy night.

The Melancholic Rose, stationed at Ninghuanagyun, suddenly began moving base.

Many of the grassroots members didn’t know what had happened, but since the Melancholic Rose was a nomadic force, akin to a nomadic tribe, moving from one place to another – sometimes for tens of years, or even hundreds – it was already habitual.

At that time, Ye Hanjun, who had just been through a great battle, didn’t get any time to rest.

To ensure the reliability of the Melancholic Rose in the short term, he introduced his authority and, along with Ye Yin, began teaching.

Priority was given to the likes of Hong Zixun and Lu Yin, the dark council members who had not yet advanced to the 9th Rank, followed by the core backbone.

Ye Hanjun would not compel them; he made clear the pros and cons, leaving the choice to them.

However, he clearly underestimated the allure of the extra authority; those with lower ranks had a chance to rise in power, and those with weaker ranks could potentially receive the "Pioneer’s Blessing" and a [Guardian Beast]. Such forces, even a Saint would covet.

Finally, the wrap-up work was brought to a reluctant close.

Ye Hanjun returned to his room, took a bath, and slept soundly until dawn.

"Big Tadpole, Grandfather Jue seems to have woken up, hurry and look!"

Just as he opened his eyes, GuaGua was tugging at his arm, brimming with anticipation.

Ye Hanjun shook his head, feeling yesterday’s exhaustion swept away, his spirits rejuvenated, and all aspects of his condition recovered to over ninety percent.

"Really?"

Even in his sleep, Ye Hanjun had felt some movement.

But he wasn’t so impatient; each evolution of a Contracted Fond Spirit was like a gift, whether unwrapped sooner or later, it wouldn’t change its essence.

"Absolute String, how are things?"

Ye Hanjun sent a wisp of Soul Power into the Marks, which lit up effortlessly.

The patterns derived from the Summoning Array quickly spread to a corner of the room.

Instantly, an oppressive force that made one’s hair stand on end rose from nothing.

"Whoosh~~~"

A faint light emerged as if traveling from the end of time.

It was a black Guqin, faintly glowing with green lightning, like lightning turned into a dragon, coiling around the body of the zither, utterly mystical.

Its strings were still a crimson color, each one robust and dripping with blood.

Just one glance, and Ye Hanjun could affirm that the strings had been transformed.

As a half-baked 8th Ranker, he likely couldn’t pluck them; to play a zither score, he would have to wait until he became a Saint, to possess a matching power.

"Boom Boom!!"

The color of the electric arcs reverted to green again, a pure green, a blinding green, a vibrant green.

Yet, there were also eight fist-sized lightning balls hovering around the Absolute String, slowly rotating like beautiful Treasure Beads.

They were all green, three of them a paler hue, and the other five dazzling and seemingly more dangerous.

Ye Hanjun was astonished; just by gazing at those eight lightning balls, he actually sensed several familiar presences.

That first lightning ball, could it correspond to "Bright Lake Chant"?

The second... "Reckless"?

The third... "Great Cold"?

...

So what about the eighth? If he remembered correctly, Absolute String had only grasped seven Skills...

Ye Hanjun fell into the Mysterious Mist of confusion, lost in contemplation, and then proceeded to identify.

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[Species Name]: Jiu You Jue Xian

[Chaos Seal]: "Soldier"

[Main Study]: Deduction Tao/Killing Tao/Melody Tao/Melting Furnace Tao/Metallurgy Tao

[Rank]: Supreme Saint Embryo - Void Attraction

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: 888888 Marks "Bright Lake Chant", 888888 Marks "Reckless", 888888 Marks "Great Cold", 999999 Marks [General’s Resentment], 999999 Marks "Heavenly Fury", 999999 Marks "Sword Kill", 999999 Marks "Red Wasteland", 999999 Marks "Asura’s Will"

[Core Personality]: "Refinement"

[Current State]: Heavenly Weapon Unification (Permanent)/Reflecting Body (Dual Zither Harmony)/Divine Enthronement Bloodline (Scarce)/Healthy...

[Contractual Relationship]: Very Stable

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"Jiu You Jue Xian..."

Ye Hanjun savored these four words, feeling a hot stream surge into his head, and a cold chill rushing to his feet.

Such a domineering name; nine being the ultimate among numbers, and "nether" having connotations of quietness, darkness, and secrecy.

Nine Netherworld, referring either to the deepest depths or an extremely high elevation, a place unreachable in the eyes of the world.

And "Absolute String", isn’t that the true name?

For the first time, Ye Hanjun saw that the true name of a unique Soldier’s Holy Spirit actually coincided with its Species Name.

"Indeed, the floating lightning balls represent zither scores, each corresponding to a Skill..."

"[General’s Resentment], ’Heavenly Fury’, ’Red Wasteland’, maintaining their limit, the intensity undiminished."

"’Sword Kill’ has weakened, another Unrivaled Supreme, reduced to its limit..."

Ye Hanjun sighed softly, feeling a bit of sympathy for Absolute String’s fate.

At each stage, it had been weakened once, fluctuating up and down, constantly fighting against the constraints of the natural laws of the world, showing resilience to some extent.

"The remaining one is ’Asura’s Will’."

"Although it’s just a limit Skill, it hadn’t been there before the evolution, and suddenly appearing afterwards, this name... is very special."

"Bosom Friend of the Human Race, I have comprehended a new piece."

The Golden Body Demon materialized, hooked a nail on a string, his bloodshot eyes closed, lost in ecstasy:

"Asura Bow, the senior who bestowed me with its strings, granted me a faint trace of divinity."

"During the long river of time, I accidentally heard of the Ye Clan’s Sealing Emperor’s fall, felt a stir in my heart, recalling the various trials of the Ghost Lamp, and this piece was born..."