The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1315 - 499: Sha and Lao Liu_3

In an instant, the Ancient Stone Gate stood tall against the sky.

Through the eternally unchanging gray mist, it seemed as if a young girl stood on the opposite shore, her slender arms flailing in panic, as if startled by the sudden appearance of the great door.

"Master... are you calling me?"

"I... I have a bunch of friends here, I can’t go there alone..."

Carefully Listening, Ye Hanjun finally heard the heart’s voice of the past Taoist through the Faith Altar.

Perhaps due to the great distance, after uttering two sentences, the prayers came to an abrupt end.

Ye Hanjun stared at the slowly closing Ancient Stone Gate, ripples of thought crossing his eyes, murmuring:

"That really is Ruxin, that girl..."

"To transmit thoughts across such a distance, her rank must not be low, very likely at the level of a Saint..."

"Friends? Is it the beings of Flower God Valley? Even they have chosen to emerge. The busyness of this epoch far exceeds that of the Near Ancient Era..."

"What’s happening, what’s happening?"

GuaGua, who was learning to walk with Lao Liu, sensed the commotion and reverted to its original form, zooming back in a flash.

After hearing Ye Hanjun’s explanation, it cheered loudly, even happier than seeing Lao Liu and Sha:

"Is Xiaotieqiu coming back? That’s great!"

"I miss her too, I want to stay in her domain, and I also want to take baths in the Spiritual Medicine she grows... Big Tadpole, should we go to meet her? With these harsh mountains and treacherous waters, it would be troublesome if we met bad people!"

"Um, yes."

Ye Hanjun pondered for a few seconds and then nodded:

"In five days, we set off, leaving the Grey Sun Country."

"Xu Xuan and the others have gone to look for Space Stone, temporarily unable to use its hands to transport through space."

"However, it doesn’t matter. Spreading the faith along the way will not be a waste of time."

"Yay! I haven’t seen Xiaotieqiu in a long time, she must have changed a lot!"

GuaGua leaped around excitedly, its bright eyes clearly looking forward to the journey ahead.

...

At that time, to the north of the Grey Sun Country, billions and billions of miles away.

After a commotion as if the sky and earth were turned upside down, the Vine Taoist and the Tree Knight still maintained a state of high alert.

General Ginseng hopped onto the windowsill and, after confirming that the figures inside were safe and sound, clicked his tongue and exclaimed:

"Valley Master, what on earth was that?!"

"That breath just now seemed to traverse from an ancient time and space, appearing without any warning!"

"According to the information we currently hold, your master, backed by the Ghost Lamp Abyss, has already lost its dominant position since the middle of the Near Ancient Era. Facing potential enemies who are eyeing covetously, it too has chosen to seal itself for self-preservation!"

"He survives in dire straits, and his situation is incredibly difficult. If we meet with him, will he be helping us or will we be helping him?"

"I don’t know."

Yu Ruoxin held her chest, took a deep breath, and her smile was warm:

"Without my master, there would be no me."

"Jin Xuanzi, you think so too, don’t you?"

"The Guardian Saint Spirits of the Ye Clan, I heard that in the war when the Ghost Lamp fell, those who died, died, and those who were injured badly had a miserable end."

"But as long as the master is alive, even if nothing is left of the Nether Lamp, the bloodline of the Ye Clan has not been extinguished."

"Wow..."

Within Yu Ruoxin’s floral crown, a gemstone shimmering with golden light slowly wriggled and eventually transformed into a tiny golden beetle.

It opened its eyes and heaved a long sigh towards the sky outside the window, the complexity in its gaze quietly fading away:

"I was trapped in Flower God Valley, missing that battle, and I bear no face to confront my old comrades."

"But to live is for the Nether Lamp Insect, and to die is for the Nether Lamp Ghost."

"As long as a breath remains, the will of the Nether Lamp shall never fade."

"Lord Han... that lad... he must have survived and perhaps has become an impressive figure?"

"Girl, having inherited the Earth Immortal’s legacy, representing the Earth Immortal Lineage’s successor, I am quite heartened."

"However, if Lord Han’s situation is as precarious as a pile of eggs, and the Earth Immortal Remnant Clan is apprehensive, you need not drag them forcefully to wade through the murky waters of the Ghost Lamp."

"Nether Lamp has never knelt to beg; born with the surname of Ye, how can one disgrace it before death?"

"Hey, Jin Xuanzi, you really have an unpleasant way with words!"

General Ginseng was displeased, pointing at Jin Xuanzi and scolding:

"Our Earth Immortal Lineage, now being inherited by the Valley Master as the orthodoxy, her will is our will!"

"I’m just voicing some concerns, do you have to make such a fuss about it?!"

"Besides, with the authority of Valley Master right here, she is a moving Blessed Land, and those Divine Clans would love for her to stay permanently, plus with the relics of ancestors, isn’t it easy to win over a few Fetus of God Sealing?"

General Ginseng took a step forward with his right leg, his small stature exuding an air of elderly wisdom:

"Worst comes to worst, what if Nether Lamp perishes? We still have me, right?"

"I’m just one step away from Divine Enthronement, give me some time, and won’t there be a new Protective Deity?"

"Even if we can’t reclaim the Ghost Lamp, you can still move to Flower God Valley to live, besides lacking the Demons and Undead you favor, isn’t it full of plants? Isn’t that also a divine life?"

"Ghost Lamp is the bottom line, Yushi Clan would rather die together than hand over the ancestral land."

Jin Xuanzi slowly closed his eyes:

"I’ve reached the Supreme Holy Completion, enough to live into the next epoch."

"I couldn’t participate in the battle when the Ghost Lamp fell, I will atone with blood in the battle of its liberation."

"Heh, you’re hard to please, aren’t you?"

General Ginseng spit out a glob of spiritual phlegm, frustrated:

"If we’ve got green hills, we need not worry about firewood; doesn’t this reasoning work?"

"We still have more than five thousand years, why be so pessimistic?"

"Moreover, perhaps before the Ghost Lamp is unsealed, a destruction representing Disaster will strike, and All Heavens and All Clans will all freeze together."

"By that time, whether it be the Ghost Lamp Abyss or Flower God Valley, we’ll all be little ripples among the masses, unable to stir up big waves. What’s the use of pursuing this or fantasizing about that?"