The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 913 - 363: Sky Burial_2

"Die, die! As long as you die first by my hand, the so-called heavenly tribulation, having lost its anchor, will naturally disintegrate..."

Jester Emperor stared intently, his complexion growing ever paler.

He was terrified that Ye Hanjun wouldn’t die, unleashing his flurry of skills without daring to pause.

But the nightmarish scene actually unfolded—despite being seriously injured and facing a move that would certainly kill even a False God.

Ye Hanjun simply wouldn’t draw his last breath, always having one lingering in his throat, his pupils of red and black still shimmering with endless gloom.

"Is this what they call running out of tricks?"

Ye Hanjun murmured, glancing at the sword in his hand.

This tribulation was completely different from the last one.

Last time, it required integrating abilities, uniting Contracted Fond Spirits, and battling through each stage.

But this time, with just the Thunder Element Contract—Sword Thunder Child—he had swallowed all the tribulation’s thunder up to that point into the sword’s body without a speck spilling out.

Visibly, Sword Thunder Child took on an unprecedented shade of orange-gold.

The small sword seemingly became a bottomless pit, gathering all Thunder Elements within, emitting not the aura of a Holy Spirit, but coming infinitely close to the divine.

"I wonder how long it will take to recover..."

"The higher one grows, the more time flies. No wonder those powerhouses measure time’s passage in centuries or millennia..."

Ye Hanjun sighed lightly, his arms gushing blood that suddenly entered the Asura Bow, coalescing into two phantom arms.

"The surname of Night is not to be insulted; that is the first line of ancestral teaching."

"Jester Emperor, let’s end this. Serve as my funeral accompaniment, become the stepping stone for my ascension. With your blood, I will explore a path that no one before me nor after will tread..."

Raising his arm, drawing the bow, releasing the arrow.

A red comet pierced through myriad layers of lightning; the void shattered, the earth shattered, the rainbow shattered... everything it touched broke to pieces.

"This arrow is named ’God Burying’."

"The Light Witch God died under this arrow, and so will you. To the Nine Netherworlds, you’ll make fine company."

"Farewell, Ye Tianzi. I will carry on your will and press forward to see the view from even higher places..."

Ye Hanjun said faintly, a trace of nostalgia and sighs hidden on his calm face.

The Jester Emperor, horrified, looked at the arrow stuck in his chest, wanting to pull it out, but before touching it, his divine body burst apart into countless pieces.

"Swoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, a Summoning Array suddenly opened.

Ye Hanjun raised an eyebrow; to execute the ritual, he had even put GuaGua away. Without his permission, why would the Contract activate?

"Ye Hanjun, tasty food!"

The lively and jumping Mo caught a rainbow-colored heart in a fish’s leap.

The heart was rather strange, with a face inside that, with its comical makeup, actually resembled the Jester Emperor.

"No... this is my last escape trick. It has never failed before... how could you possibly find it..."

Jester Emperor screamed, trying to say more.

Hovering above Mo’s head inside the ring of bliss, the three-eyed white crow suddenly opened its eyes, its cold red gaze devoid of any emotion.

"Awoo!"

As if guided by Yaya, Mo embraced the heart, stuffing it whole into his own mouth.

Although the heart was only the size of a human head, it fit perfectly inside his body.

After being crammed in, Mo’s body expanded rapidly, immediately on the verge of exploding.

"Pain... pain, pain, pain... It’s killing me!"

"So happy... Yaya... Yaya is the best... Let’s be friends forever..."

With a loud ’boom’, Mo burst completely, a small-scale rain of blood and flesh mixing into the grand and majestic rainbow blood rain, subsequently overwhelmed by endless thunder.

"Ye Tianzi once mentioned... swallowing The Fetus of God Sealing alive, immediately birthing two Witch Gods... that’s not a normal phenomenon..."

"Divinity, whether naturally returning to the heavens and earth or being extracted by the Divine Enthronement or Crown Rank, or even the final absorption... isn’t achieved overnight, it’s challenging, has a failure rate, and requires a lot of time and energy..."

"The Cataclysmic Crow Master could also seize it so swiftly? Isn’t he the Calamity God? How can he accommodate the Divinity of a Prison God?"

Frozen in place, Ye Hanjun’s thoughts raced, his expression seeming bewildered for a moment.

But there was no time left to think; the Jester Emperor was a Divine Enthronement in his prime, and the phenomena accompanying his fall far surpassed the Light Witch God.

Besides the rainbow blood rain, faces of the deceased emerged in the sky, with very few human faces, the majority being all manner of bizarre creatures.

They were laughing grotesquely, singing and dancing, jubilantly celebrating.

As beings once killed by the Jester Emperor, their accumulated hatred was finally dissipated in an instant; how could they not rejoice?

"Crack—crack—"

The firmament cracked, the Cloud Sea overturned, and a pure white emperor’s coffin, blocking the sun and enormous beyond compare, appeared.

This was a scene beyond the Thunder Realm, visible even to the citizens within Without-Sun City.

In the realm of the dead, Shitian along with the Tainted Demon God and the Corrupt Demon Minister also synchronously paused their battle, looking up towards the end of the world.

"Wow, is this the legendary ’Heavenly Funeral’?"

"Only the death of a very special being could result in using the heavens as a grave and the earth as a tomb."

"Like Crown Ranks, like Divine Enthronements, it could only be said there’s a chance, not necessarily absolute."

"On the other hand, those natural Fond Spirits, once grown to a certain realm, if they die unexpectedly, often receive the pity of the heavens and earth..."

The Tainted Demon God, excited and uncaring whether the Jester Emperor was thoroughly done for, stared at Ye Hanjun and burst into laughter: