The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 865 - 347: Coffin of the Blood Witch God_2

Ye Wen Fei, who dared not approach, muttered with her hands raised because she couldn’t see the scene clearly:

"The Heavenly Disaster has dissipated, meaning the catastrophe has ended."

"If our clan brother has survived, doesn’t it mean he has crossed the Heavenly Disaster, breaking free from the shackles that have existed since ancient times?"

"How can we save him?"

Ye Qianmo, pinching a tuft of his beard, said with a headache:

"I feel that he is only left with his last breath, similar to being on his deathbed. Even if we were to feed him holy medicine, there’s no chance of survival."

"Let me try!"

The Lightning Pincer Centipede rubbed its hands together eagerly, nimbly crawling through Ye Qianmo’s crotch, then reached out with its pincers straight for the Thunder Sword.

"Zzzzzz——"

Golden light erupted, and that golden Thunder Sword awoke as if an ancient deity revived from slumber.

The Lightning Pincer Centipede holding the sword handle had smoke rising from its head, and the purple-blue insect shell cracked and popped.

When the pale golden color symbolic of death settled in its eyes, the Lightning Pincer Centipede’s shell showed continuous signs of breaking apart, and its mini insect body actually began to disintegrate.

"Cut!"

A summoning array appeared beside Ye Ying, and a saw-shaped Beast Soldier broke through the void, accompanied by a piercing cutting sound as it severed part of the Lightning Pincer Centipede’s pincer.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Lightning Pincer Centipede jumped a hundred meters high.

Clutching its severed limb, it rolled on the ground in agony, its shrill cries sending clan members who wanted to approach fleeing in a sorry state.

"Demon—Monsters ah!"

"Regardless, I am a Holy Saint Embryo that presides over lightning and poison!"

"I intended to absorb the residual elemental power from the Heavenly Disaster to alleviate this youngster’s injuries..."

"But I didn’t expect this golden Thunder Sword to be so terrifying. Merely touching it almost cost me my life... This youngster has been pierced by dozens of Thunder Swords, how could there be any reason for him to be alive?!"

After experiencing it firsthand, the Lightning Pincer Centipede irrationally sided with Ye Qianmo.

If even a creature of similar attribute was helpless, what could other Sacred Spirits do?

"I have a ’Compassionate Silver Umbrella’ here."

The silent Night Roufeng, pulled out a medicine box made of crystal steel from her spatial equipment and nonchalantly flipped the switch.

Then, grabbing the strange life form with a human head, elf wings, and dwarf feet with her bare hands, she twisted its neck, letting the bright, shiny holy blood pour onto Ye Hanjun’s body.

"Damn... you’re really generous..."

Ye Qianmo, puffing his cheeks and glaring, was dumbstruck:

"Where did you get that? That is a Supreme Level Medicine Beast!"

"That thing is a priceless treasure. Whether it’s cultivated by humans or nurtured by nature, to grow to this status, it must have devoured infinite spiritual energy..."

"Moreover, such life forms usually have growth cycles of tens of thousands of years. This fellow might even be older than I am, and you just killed it like that? Don’t you feel any pain?"

Not just Ye Qianmo, even Ye Ying was surprised, her lips slightly parted.

"It’s a Contracted Spirit from an enemy clan. I killed its master and kept it. Should I have nurtured it instead?"

Night Roufeng spoke with a calm face, in the most bland tone:

"Its only purpose is to save a life at a critical moment."

"Whether it saves my life or someone else’s doesn’t matter."

"Ye Hanjun deserves this gift. If he can recover because of this, my Ye Clan will have an additional emperor to dominate the world, and our clan’s future will surely include his glorious shadow."

Before her words had completely fallen, Night Roufeng, Ye Shu, Ye Qianmo, and Ye Ying all changed their expressions.

Ye Ying, reacting the quickest, blasted out a strong wind, driving back everyone nearby.

Then she erected a barrier in front of herself, assuming a defensive stance.

"Boom——"

It was as if the Heavenly Disaster had reappeared, the thunderous rumble unceasing in their ears.

The central altar shook, and many people yelped as they stumbled and fell to the ground, causing no small commotion.

"The Compassionate Silver Umbrella, in addition to having oceanic levels of life force potentially healing Holy Beast level injuries..."

"...also has another very important characteristic: the absorption of elemental force."

"No matter which element it is, it can bond with it, healing while absorbing the element. For a period afterward, its umbrella-like organ will be laced with the corresponding element, thus granting the Medicine Beast formidable offensive capabilities..."

Ye Qianmo muttered to himself before incredulously looking at Night Roufeng:

"You squeezing the Compassionate Silver Umbrella to death is like draining the pond to get the fish."

"Its healing and absorption effects have theoretically reached the peak of its life, and yet it still can’t heal Ye Hanjun’s injuries? What is going on!"

Night Roufeng remained silent, only a deep dark glint reflected in her eyes.

Shortly after, she tossed away the corpse of the Compassionate Silver Umbrella as if it were trash.

Not far away, the Black Martial King roared with excitement, pouncing on it eagerly like a cat sensing blood.

"It’s not that it cannot heal, but rather... it didn’t take effect."

"It seems that Ye Hanjun has survived the Heavenly Disaster, but his body is infused with the Heavenly Dao’s Law; every drop of his blood and every inch of his meridians have been corroded by the power of destruction."

"According to common sense, with injuries of such a level, he couldn’t possibly survive; he would die upon contact."

"But against all odds, he is alive, and I don’t understand why..."

Ye Ying spoke after a moment of silence:

"Ancient texts claim that those who break through the disaster, if successful, naturally receive healing from the Heavenly Dao and return to a healthy state, free from illness and disaster."

"Ye Hanjun’s current situation is clearly different. I can’t help but doubt whether he has truly passed the Heavenly Disaster."

"Is it possible that the little beast ultimately saved his life, trading its death for its master to be forgiven by the Heavenly Dao?"

"You mean... Ye Hanjun has merely picked up a stray life?"