The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1275 - 485: The Gods are Dead

Miemeng Clan Territory, a corner of the ruins.

As soon as Jing Gu spoke, the beautiful Lady Pepper’s gaze shot over, quite displeased:

"Hey, hey, hey, I admit what you say is correct, but at this point, can you not drag us into it?"

"All our Pepper Sea wants is to acquire more of the earth’s special produce, regardless of who rules the Heavenly Realm. As long as they sincerely cooperate with us, we welcome them."

The Thirty-six-star Ladybug King, dropping his flattering tone, loudly denounced the Spirit Clan’s unscrupulous actions and methods:

"Giant Kun Valley is the same. Whenever a new god is born, as long as they are not hostile to us, we will offer treasures."

"Jing Gu, your Sprite Tomb clearly has allies. Why do you keep your eyes on what’s in the pot while eating from your bowl? Isn’t that disgusting to people?"

"You..."

Jing Gu was so angry that he was fuming, but when he turned his head and his eyes hit upon the Thunder Sword, all negative emotions were suppressed:

"Do you mean to say... you hope the Sprite Tomb will give up cooperating with the Heavenly Realm and mend relations with the Totem Tomb again?"

"I am but one of the Spirit Child, I cannot decide on this matter. When I return to the ancestral land, I will surely report to the Spirit Ancestor..."

"No need."

Ye Hanjun interrupted, indifferently saying:

"Who you wish to associate with is your business. What does it have to do with me?"

"After today, Miemeng Clan will be no more in all heavens."

"If you wish to cooperate with them, you’d better stop me now, or you will regret it too late."

"You must be joking..."

Jing Rui spoke, trying to ease the tension with a stiff smile:

"You’ve made a contract with a demigod, who knows if you will one day become a crowned figure of the Human Race."

"Even if we lack foresight, we would not seek out death willingly..."

"Oh, I hope so."

Ye Hanjun remained calm, his gaze settling on something in the distance.

The disturbances at the Heavenly God’s Temple grew more intense.

First came the Divine Angels, battling the Miemeng Divine Bird.

Then came the Lightning Demigod charging into formation, eradicating his three vassals.

Standing in his position, having dealt with the minions, wasn’t it time to move on to the main topic?

Should he call upon Mu Yi now, or... wait a little longer?

Ye Hanjun slightly raised his eyebrows, pondering in depth.

On his own, he couldn’t see the details of the divine battle and could only sense the clash of the surging divine powers.

Let the Eighteen-Winged Angelic Canon exhaust himself first.

Rashly summoning Mu Yi would not only give the Miemeng Divine Bird a chance to flee out of cowardice but also make the Divine Angels cautious, unable to distinguish friend from foe for a moment.

Additionally, Mu Yi existed in the real world and had time constraints.

Even if this time limit improved slightly due to Sword Thunder Child’s promotion.

Revealing this trump card, if not a lightning-fast decisive kill, would be a disservice to such a favorable situation.

...

"Bang!!"

In the sky, air currents roiled and fierce winds howled.

The Eighteen-Winged Divine Angel and the Miemeng Divine Bird, after hundreds to thousands of rounds, finally disengaged.

"Ha ha ha, old thing, you should not have come back."

"Now that your race is all but extinct, wouldn’t it have been better to continue to hide?"

"As the host of a great banquet, announcing to all heavens and ten thousand races, you insist on making trouble at this critical moment. What, do you wish to tarnish my reputation and see me brought low?"

The Miemeng Divine Bird spat out a mouthful of blood and from one green and one red divine eye reflected a chilling murderous intent.

Injured...

This old thing... really does have some skills!

"The new god of the Feather Clan, can’t you see that this is not my true body?"

The eighteen-winged Divine Codex Angel, whose wings seemed scorched by the blazing sun and wilted, gasped for breath with the corners of his mouth turned upward:

"I am merely channeling the divine power into my offspring’s body to participate in the battle temporarily."

"If my real body were to come, supported by Upper Divine Skills and Heavenly God’s Secret Techniques, would you, a newly minted god, dare to speak so confidently?"

"Ridiculous!"

The Miemeng Divine Bird, as if provoked by a sore spot, fired feathers like a machine gun, sweeping across while snickering coldly:

"If you weren’t desperate, why would you have disappeared for so long?"

"In the Ancient Era, the Angels shone so brightly."

"Carrying on to the Near Ancient Era, although not as splendid as the golden age, the vast legacy lay there. The word ’foundation’ intimidated how many monsters and ghosts?"

"And you, what did you do?"

"The Heavenly Realm, once famous among all heavens, fragmented because of your ’fall’."

"The Holy Clans that originally pledged loyalty to you, if they haven’t naturally perished, have been slaughtering one another."

"Such chaos lasted into the New Era, which itself is laughable. Those tribes that perished in the tides of time, those families ruined amid the turmoil, as they bled and cried... where were you?"

The spiritual fluctuations of the Miemeng Divine Bird grew stronger, eventually turning into a storm sweeping across the entire Miemeng Clan Territory:

"Divine Codex! It is I that assumed the divine throne, turning the tide!"

"The Angel Clan plunged the Heavenly Realm into an absolute nadir, subjecting its creatures to extreme humiliation!"

"Seeing as I am about to unify it all, and the Heavenly Realm is to be revived under the leadership of the Miemeng Clan, you suddenly re-emerge... hoping that I would willingly cede control to you?"

With rage that reached the skies, the Miemeng Divine Bird swiftly turned about, its wing cleaving the body of the Eighteen-Winged Angelic Canon:

"Divine Codex! Your sins are unforgivable!"

"The Angel Clan — has no reason to exist!"

"I care not whether you are dead or alive, be utterly extinguished, and do not emerge again like a restless ghost to cause trouble!"

"Bang!"

The Eighteen-Winged Divine Codex, with a smear of crimson slowly trickling down his handsome face.

He is smiling, a silent mocking smile.

As the demonic scripture before him fiercely flipped pages, his voice also thundered, echoing across half of the Heavenly Realm: