The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 725 - 301: The Ultimate Fire Cannon

"Good!"

Ye Hanjun agreed with Guagua.

Then, he summoned the last of the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.

"Swoosh!"

The Absolute String holding the Guqin, with bloodshot eyes, stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Ye Hanjun waved at it, but as if it didn’t notice, it remained immersed in its own world, unable to break free.

"The change of an era has always been one of the most magnificent phenomena between heaven and earth."

"If one can comprehend through such a phenomenon, a Guqin piece realized from this would possess a power to shock the world..."

Muttering to himself, Ye Hanjun allocated another separate space, carefully placing Absolute String within it.

Afterwards, he began to gear himself up.

Celestial Magnet Soft Armor, Medicine Beast Hide Armor, Earth Dragon Boots, Calming Sachet... all kinds of life-saving items were piled on as much as possible.

Underneath his tongue, he stuffed three medicine pills, just in case of emergency.

He then lit five Dragon Soul Lamps around him, building five dark water towers to form a mini Gather Spirit Array.

After busying himself, Ye Hanjun sat cross-legged on the central soft-leaved meditation cushion, poised and ready.

"Why haven’t they come yet?"

Guagua, looking up, was starting to get a sore neck.

Waiting left and right, apart from the excessively bright Sickle Dark Moon in the sky, no other movement was detected.

"Whoosh—"

The moment his attention faltered, the Nether Moon abruptly extinguished.

As if an icy hand had seized his throat, Ye Hanjun couldn’t breathe, and his mind went blank.

"Rustle rustle rustle~~~"

At this moment, the night was lonely, and everything else was silent.

The twinkling stars rushed to shine their light, and once again, the sky, set against the darkness, came alive.

On the distant horizon, where there should have been low plains, mountains suddenly rose from the ground.

In the barren land where not a blade of grass grew, moss proliferated wildly, flowers bloomed, and gigantic ancient trees sprouted dense branches and lush foliage.

Globe-shaped meteorites streaked across the sky, while icy tornadoes swept across the land.

Clouds of diamond dust gently swirled around the mountains, endowing all of creation with a bright, mysterious luster.

Vivid rainbows spanned the eternally sunless dark marshes, planting the germs of sacred herbs in the land of decay and oblivion.

Countless strange phenomena arrived in quick succession, and just as the stars and night were about to show off their charm, golden light engulfed everything, and colorful clouds descended from above. Without-Sun City, which had been enshrouded in gloom, was suddenly transparent and bright.

"It smells so good..."

Guagua closed his eyes, trying hard to sniff the air.

A fragrance similar to sandalwood spread, and upon inhaling it, a warm and indescribable comfort filled the body.

The next second, it began to rain from the sky.

It was a shower of petals in every conceivable color: bright red, deep blue, vibrant yellow, and crystal white, pouring down like a deluge, an unstoppable and startling spectacle.

In the ears, the sound of music never ceased, as if willowy dancers clad in thin veils were singing and dancing amidst the rain of petals.

In such a peaceful scene, even the normally berserk Supreme Ferocious Beast, Sprint Mourning, inexplicably calmed down and stopped making its fearsome and agitated roars.

"What wonderful music... Who is playing?"

The lost look in Absolute String’s eyes momentarily cleared.

But in the blink of an eye, it fell into an even more extreme frenzy, its hands that had been supporting the Guqin suddenly let go, allowing the instrument to hover in mid-air.

And those now-free palms all touched the strings at once, plucking, playing, picking, brushing, twisting, knocking, yanking, grinding—slowly as a spring breeze caressing the face, quickly as a fierce rainstorm, chaotic music echoing in the secluded space, as if weaving a dream of its own.

"Elegance! Ultimate elegance!"

"Is this the sound of nature? If I could play such music, I would have no regrets in life, no regrets at all!"

Absolute String neared a state of berserk, with surging golden flames burning as the music gradually transformed from ear-piercing noise to a full and rich sound.

From a distance, it was difficult to judge, but within the enclosed space, it was like a harmony of strings and zithers, with the celestial music synchronizing with it, complementing and dancing together.

"Dong—"

The first muffled bell rang, reaching deep into the soul, causing bones to relax, and instilling a feeling of almost ethereal bliss.

The solemn members of the Night Family, from saints to children, with their dark eyes flashing, were momentarily fixed as if by a charm, briefly losing self-awareness.

As they regained their senses, the second bell sounded in succession.

It was a grand, resonant, and honest bell that brought forth a glimmer in the heavens. It was like a divine axe that created the world: the left half of the sky instantly became as bright as early morning, while the right half glowed red with twilight.

When the third bell rang, the sky divided into quarters.

There was the chirping of birds and fragrance of flowers, the searing heat of the midday sun, the crisp wind of autumn bearing plentiful fruits, and the cold of winter with snowflakes drifting down—all the splendors of the four seasons were present!

"Dong!!"

With the fourth bell, the seasons faded, and instead, dragons soared and phoenixes danced.

Kylin, Vermilion Bird, Pegasus, Blue Phoenix, Pixiu, Cheng Huang, Jin Chan, Snow Deer, Biyi Bird... creatures of auspicious legend raced across the heavens and earth. Wherever they passed, dead wood came to life, and dry wells overflowed—all were the most beautiful sights in the mortal realm.

"Dong!!!"

At the fifth bell, the deeply corrupted soil of the Abyss started to emit the pitiful death cries of ancient Demon Creatures, and after a short while, they dissipated as wisps of blue smoke.

There were also newborn demons, fresh from their amniotic sacs and yet to open their eyes, whose wings suddenly turned to a cyan-gold color.

With just a light flap, the rocks before them shattered.

Their kin, terrified, all knelt down on the ground, calling out "King" in the pure language of demons.