The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 866 - 347: Coffin of the Blood Witch God_3

Ye Qianmo unconsciously plucked a cluster of his beard, feeling no pain, but the thick black brows furrowed deeper:

"There is that possibility..."

"It’s precisely because that little beast fell from the sky that the heavenly tribulation went berserk for an instant, preventing us from seeing what exactly happened in the Thunder Sea..."

The purple Sickle Dark Moon gradually rose into the air.

Under the silent night sky, both man and beast were still, the air seemingly about to solidify.

The undeterred Ye Shu, along with a few guardian spirits, tried one method after another.

But they still couldn’t touch Ye Hanjun, let alone extract the Golden Thunder Sword from his body.

As time passed, his life force grew weaker and weaker, at any moment it might extinguish and dim.

"What do we do? We’re completely helpless."

"Why not just leave him here, see if any other changes occur? Why do I feel the more we fuss over him, the closer this lad gets to death?"

The muttering came from Mu Shucong. As a Demon Beast of Great Completion in the plant category, it governed the way of plants and was long-lived, difficult to kill.

After several attempts, it halted the unreliable suggestions of a few Demon Kings—throw him into the furnace to refine, let Ye Liuying slap him... what kind of absurd ideas were these? Even if you’re at your wits’ end, you can’t just do that, right?

"Ling—"

An eerie death aura approached, and from the distant horizon, an ossified command token, entwined with ashen light, chased the clouds and lightning, arriving in an instant.

As simple as popping a bubble, the barrier around the central altar’s outer ring was totally ineffective. The bone token skimmed over the heads of the Divine Enthronement Clan people, then past several emperors, and finally reached above the heads of a group of saints and holy beasts.

"Is this... the Clan Leader’s edict?"

The dispirited Electric Pincer Insect tightened up, its numerous insect limbs retracting, too scared to move.

With a row of scallions hanging over its head, looking relatively festive, Mu Shucong suddenly straightened its back, impeccable, not daring to slack off.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Ye Ying reached out, slowly pulling the bone token down.

Once soul power probed into the bone token, her murky, aged eyes burst with an astonishingly brilliant gleam.

"Whoosh—"

The twenty-four sky-reaching stone pillars suddenly emitted a great amount of white mist.

Before long, even Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, Ye Mochou, and others couldn’t peer into the center of the altar, much less hear any sounds.

That area suddenly became isolated from the world, forming its own little realm.

"The Clan Leader commands to sever the central altar and to transport Ye Hanjun into the Blood Witch ancestral land as soon as possible."

"The Blood Witch God has three divine coffins of gold, silver, and jade, all personally nurtured by the Blood Witch God herself. They possess marvelous effects in longevity and healing, for lower beings, these three coffins are infinitely close to the Medicine Beasts of Divine Enthronement level, with unimaginably great value..."

Ye Ying’s breath was as delicate as an orchid, her gaze profound.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qianmo, Ye Shu, Night Roufeng, either paused in shock or became stupefied.

"The Clan Leader has been missing for a long time now, with some saying he’s in retreat at Deep Black Wheel, others saying he’s not even in Without-Sun City at all, having gone to places beyond Ghost Lamp Abyss..."

"At such a juncture, for the sake of Lord Han, he actually transmitted instructions, providing us with important direction?"

Ye Qianmo clicked his tongue, both shocked and perplexed:

"The three god coffins of the Blood Witch God are indeed precious treasures coveted even by those who have achieved Divine Enthronement."

"He managed to gasp for breath time and time again, to prolong his life over and over, allegedly due to the effect of the god coffin."

"But He has already met His divine demise, one coffin serves to hold His godly corpse, and another is rumored to seal something important, impossible to open."

"That leaves only one. His own clansmen don’t have enough to use, let alone giving it to us... Is this really possible to do?"

Night Roufeng said indifferently, "Since it is the Clan Leader’s decree, we just need to carry it out."

As she spoke, she was about to order the Black Martial King to shatter the four corners of the central altar and extract the bedrock from the very center in one piece.

"The implication of the Clan Leader’s words is that only the god coffin of the Blood Witch God can save Ye Hanjun’s life."

"Thus, even if he fails this divine trial, as long as he can survive, he can still embody the word ’miracle.’"

"And miracles—if one can be created once, there is the possibility of creating them a second time."

Ye Ying pressed on Night Roufeng’s shoulder, his eyes slightly sharp:

"The decree specifically emphasizes that this matter must be kept secret."

"Aside from the few of us, not even the other Guardian Spirits are entitled to know where Lord Han has gone."

"Externally, we shall proclaim that destiny cannot be defied, dual authority cannot ascend the summit, Lord Han is dead, and the funeral of Young Emperor standards shall be held immediately."

"What about Liuying and Little Ye Yin?" Ye Qianmo pondered, "They are deeply bound to Lord Han, they can’t be fooled."

"Take them away," Ye Ying said expressionlessly, "and the Chimera cub as well, along with those disciples and followers related to Lord Han... Take them all to the ancestral lands of the Blood Witch Clan, and don’t let them stay in Without-Sun City."

"If anyone detects something unusual, soul sealing and life binding, spare no effort."

"Tsk."

Ye Qianmo rubbed his brow, troubled:

"I always feel that the Clan Leader is playing a big game of chess."

"As Saints of the Ye Clan, we don’t even have the chance to uncover the hidden machinations, at most acting as intermediaries in carrying out orders. This feeling is indescribably bizarre."

"It’s nothing, you’ll get used to it," Night Roufeng said with a gentle smile, a glimmer of light dispersing the gloom on her face:

"Since it is the Clan Leader’s command, there must be his reasoning behind it."

"Lord Han, that child, is most likely saved, we can breathe a little easier," she said softly.

"Alas."

Ye Qianmo sighed, melancholic:

"It’s just surviving, after all. The divine trial is so demonic, it’s not something you can overcome simply by accumulating experience."

"Why is it so hard for my Ye Clan to have one or two individuals with super potential?"

"And the Clan Leader, with the Blood Witch God having met His end, our Ye Clan’s situation is precarious, won’t he come to soothe our clan’s heart, to give us a little hope?"