The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 774 - 317: Listen to the Fury of the Heavens - Part 2

The intelligent Nightmare Hawk—it had calculated a cunning and meticulous plan clearly and thoroughly.

In order to ensure the highest chance of ultimate success, it even sealed off the periphery of the Abyss of Destruction at great cost.

As long as it created a dazzling array of dreamscapes, constructing another false scene, the beings involved in the internal battle would be temporarily deceived. The time unwittingly gained would surely tip the scales of victory further in its favor.

"Tss!!"

Suddenly, the Nightmare Hawk spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and a streak of blood surged within its murderous gaze.

Backlash? How could there be backlash? Who has broken free from the dreamscape?!

Following the guidance of spirits, the Nightmare Hawk’s gaze pierced through layers of illusionary mist, rapidly locking onto a humanoid shape emitting a golden glow.

Without any hesitation, it dove down, opened its mouth, and shot out a Phantom Dream Arrow straight ahead.

"Dong!" The Giant Shield Demon Image raised its shield to block.

But the purple piercing arrow was not tangible, and it passed right through its chest. Slightly hindered, it continued to sprint downwards.

"Hum—"

Encircled by nine dragons clad in pale dragon scales, the Nine Dragon Guard focused at one point and all self-destructed.

The Phantom Dream Arrow was still not destroyed, but its aim became severely skewed. It flew off at an angle, barely missing Little Master Monkey’s scalp, and perished in mid-air.

"Didn’t Little Master say it? This creature is up to no good!"

"Big guy, Little Master can’t understand your race’s language, it’s all jumbled up, so explaining is useless."

"But if you had any brains, you wouldn’t be able to keep your cool now, right? You take the main attack, I’ll sneak attack. Let’s take it down, figure out a way to jump off the cliff, and escape this troubled place!"

"￥*&#!"

The Scorpion Demon said something incomprehensible and suddenly broke off his Scissor Pincers, his resolve to face death soared to the extreme.

"Right right right, that’s the way!"

Little Master Monkey was overjoyed, then spun his arms around, searching for the true body of the Nightmare Hawk:

"I’m going all out too!"

"If we don’t fight for our lives now, we’re really going to be done for here!"

"Clang!"

Deep in the Red Fog Sea, a crisp sound of a string instrument wafted out.

The nearest mist swayed with it, as if a flame flickered under the wind, drawing attention.

"Ding Dong—Buzz Buzz—Ying Ying—"

"Rushing—Pouring—Lonely—"

A series of string sounds followed. At first listen, they seemed chaotic and disorderly, incredibly grating to the ears.

But within just a few moments of adjustment, the music changed.

At times swift as raindrops beating down, at times slow as an elder’s stagger.

At its highest it was as if standing atop the stars, and at its lowest as if dwelling in a valley.

The Nightmare Hawk’s diving posture abruptly halted and it looked up, only to see that the sky-blanketing red fog had become wildly tumultuous, as agitated as an overturned sea.

With that, the balance was broken, and Ye Mochou suddenly stepped out of the Abyss of Destruction, treading on blood plasma.

His body was entwined with an exotically fragrant scent of alcohol, yet his eyes were hollow. As his feet touched the ground, it was as if he stood above all beings, innately possessing supreme honor.

Behind him, one could vaguely see the berserk White Bird Demon, Medicine Demon, and Fission Snake Demon, along with a keg-shaped Alcohol Demon dancing in madness, incessantly fighting and killing without end.

"Controlling dreams... the Fourth Saintly Legacy Vein, huh..."

Ye Mochou surveyed the entire scene, capturing every one of his unconscious tribesmen within his sight, letting out an inexplicable cold snort, and a trace of frost surfaced on his rigid face.

However, he still didn’t make a move, focusing from afar on the source of the music, silent and speechless.

In a moment, the music changed again.

An oppressive aura that chilled the soul rose and the Red Fog swiftly calmed down.

The sensation was as if there were sea serpents wreaking havoc in the sea moments before, stirring up towering waves.

Suddenly, a hand descended from the heavens, grasping the neck of the sea serpent, making it difficult for it to breathe and despite its desperate struggles, it couldn’t escape.

"This music... I created in my prime."

"In my youth, unaware of the vastness of heaven and earth, I merely thought the day was daylight, the night was dark, the mountains and seas were boundless, the rivers were endless, and that was the prosperous vista of the world."

"It turns out, the heavens can rage, the earth can weep."

"Mountains can collapse, seas can dry up."

"Those who follow the will of heaven receive its blessings."

"Those who defy heaven are bestowed its punishment, executed swiftly and decisively."

"Who says rivers and mountains can’t grow old, who says time is heartless. Did you not see when the red lotus raged from the heavens, the sun and the moon like shuttles cut down heretics; did you not see the blue waves rise stirring lightning, morning still stands, evening already dead, bones vanished comforting heaven’s visage..."

"Listen... to the Wrath of Heaven."

The arcane Demonic Language, mixed with human speech and psychic waves, radiated like a plague in all directions.

As the voice fell, Ye Hanjun, transformed into a golden Demon, was utterly lost to the spiritual world.

But his fingers began to move, silver-white strings plucked by his touch.

Pressing strings, gliding strings, plucking strings, flicking and twisting... countless techniques of playing as if branded into his flesh, changing freely at will.

"Rumble..."

Dark green lightning split the sky horizontally, and atop the mountain, the sky full of red mist collapsed like a falling army.

This time, there were no dark clouds, no blood light.

For that brief instant, the weather was fair, the autumn air was brisk, and the sky was exceptionally clear.

But the next moment, a verdant vortex came into being, a cannon’s mouth over five hundred meters in diameter, somehow appeared in the sky.

Ye Mochou was momentarily bewildered, slightly disbelieving.

This form... this appearance... why did it bear a six to seven-tenths resemblance to the Annihilation Fire Cannon?

The biggest difference was that one represented deep red fear, possessing the power to burn everything.

The other was green as far as the eye could see, with electric arcs splitting the void like dragons twisting and turning, unimaginably stirring when thunder roared.