The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1111 - 429: The New Saint of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun!_2

"Ice forms from water and is colder than water; blue is derived from indigo yet surpasses it..."

"This novice has just ascended to the position of Saint Fruit, yet already possesses the appearance of a Crown Rank..."

"There are also numerous SS Rank Authorities in Mechanic God Mountain, such as Mech Sentinel·Tai Shi Quan, Mech Master·Gong Zu Qiu, Capsule Dean·Xiahou Chijia, Tech Apostle·Zhangsun Youyi, Formation Master·Ji Mo Traveller..."

"They have all gone through their youthful period of training and have overcome numerous challenges to achieve true fruition, seen by outsiders as ’Sealing Emperors of Great Completion’..."

"Yet this young man surnamed Ye, shows great potential to surpass those before him, with limitless prospects ahead..."

People sighed, marveled, and revered.

These whispered words, as faint as the murmur of mosquitoes, were all caught by the initiator of their awe.

Ye Hanjun’s brows twitched slightly, a trace of surprise crossing his face.

Just like when he progressed from the Seventh Rank to the Eighth Rank, the Dual Authority no longer advanced separately but remained synchronized.

However, unlike before, upon grounding himself in the Eighth Rank, his presence was "one face, one body."

Normally maintaining the attire of the "Pioneer Sect Leader", once switched to combat, it would transform into "Ten Hall Yama."

Now, the abilities of the two Authorities seemed better linked together.

Whether the world sees good or evil in him depends on their thoughts and perceptions.

Of course, if one could see the bodily dual facet, as if another shadow entangled him, then their perceptual ability was indeed supreme.

"My physique has grown stronger..."

"Flesh Furnace, Soul Spring, finally able to refine the Holy Saint Embryo with ease..."

"The area covered by the Ten Directions Yama King Palace also increased dozens of times, in an instant, nearly half of the Ancient Thunder Pond could be enveloped?"

Ye Hanjun felt his current state and quickly adapted to the new realm.

However, when his attention diverted to the "Pioneer Sect Leader", an unexpected occurrence arose.

"Whoosh..."

It seemed as if Mysterious Mist was swirling in front of him, and the next moment, the haze cleared, revealing countless interweaving images.

A flood of information elements crashed into Ye Hanjun’s soul.

He groaned softly, a look of pain on his face; only by focusing intently did he manage to alleviate it somewhat.

"Eh, what’s this?"

Ye Hanjun closely inspected each image, suddenly realizing that these fleeting humans seemed to be his disciples?

The highest Rank disciples with the deepest faith appeared in clearer images.

Intermediate disciples and junior disciples appeared less clearly in descending order.

Promoted to the Ninth Rank, with further enhanced Ability, did his perception of his disciples qualitatively change?

Ye Hanjun was astonished.

After exploring further, he suddenly saw a disheveled girl, carrying two baskets of dark stuff, trudging along a mountain path, huffing and puffing.

After a short walk, she was seemingly exhausted.

Once she put down her heavy load, her face, flushed from prolonged exertion, finally revealed a hint of relaxation.

Then, she cheerfully hummed a tune, grabbed a worn-out shovel, and began to dig in a desolate field.

"Yu Ruoxin???"

Ye Hanjun was puzzled for a second, then realized.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, and there was no trace of information about her.

But it was clearly her, earnestly farming with a shovel, her usual demeanor still recognizable.

And the things in the basket were likely the manure of some creatures, the remaining energy astonishingly abundant, making its use as fertilizer seem extravagant.

"Snap!"

The image broke off, Yu Ruoxin’s figure disappeared.

Ye Hanjun paused, searching through other images, one by one discovering Ye Liuying, Ye Yin, and the other seven disciples.

These images did not always exist and seemed to require certain conditions to be triggered.

Yet Ye Hanjun also observed that Ye Liuying’s image was the most complete.

Could the reason be that he and she were both in Mechanic God Mountain, their surrounding macro worlds resonating in sync, and the distance sufficiently close?

"Liuying? Can you hear me, Liuying?"

Ye Hanjun tried to spread his soul for long-distance communication.

Unexpectedly, in the image, Ye Liuying, who had been tilting her head back, blinked and looked puzzled.

She looked around her vicinity but found nothing.

Upon introspecting herself and seeing the full moon mark on her forehead emitting phosphorescence, she suddenly realized and also communicated through souls:

"Ye Hanjun?"

"It’s me."

Ye Hanjun replied, a hint of joy in his soul.

This covertly achieved dual communication was clearly valuable.

Once he grew stronger, or left Mechanic God Mountain and got closer to other disciples and Taoists.

Could he then easily convey his thoughts and thus command everyone in the overall field?

In the event of a major situation or sudden incident, he might be able to help tremendously.

The summoning distance of the Gate of Holy War had undoubtedly increased, gathering disciples, team development, and in the near future, that day would surely come.

"Ye Hanjun, did you break through?"

"Ancient Thunder Pond has been producing frequent anomalies, and even the mechanical city is experiencing a bit of unrest now."

"Is that so?"

Ye Hanjun replied with a light laugh:

"It doesn’t matter, they all know our surname. At this point, there’s nothing left to hide."

"I’ve become a saint, a genuine Ninth Rank, both Authorities have experienced tremendous growth."

"You all pack up; in a few days, we should be able to leave Mechanic God Mountain..."

In a smithing shop on some street, Ye Liuying’s expression momentarily drifted.

The new Saint of the Ye Clan... Ye Hanjun!

The realm unbearably distant in childhood was suddenly within his reach.