The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 695 - 291: The Tomb Splits

The skill limit of the Extinction Degree Fetus is precisely 9,999 Chaos Spirit Patterns.

At this stage, both Absolute String and Fly Moon had mastered the next level, namely the Unique and Unmatched Technique of 10,000 patterns.

The difference, however, is that upon Ascending Evolution to the Heaven and Earth Stage, Fly Moon still maintained intensity beyond the limit, reaching 30,001 patterns.

Absolute String, on the other hand, had been weakened, dropping to the limit skill with exactly 30,000 patterns.

With such strength, even though one could rule as king among equals, the day they stand at the pinnacle of Heaven and Earth Perfection, relying solely on the power of Absolute String, it would likely be difficult to transcend a major rank and conquer the Unlimited Foetus.

"What a pity."

Ye Hanjun felt regretful and proceeded to contemplate.

Afterward, his attention lingered on "Unity of Demons and Heavens."

He had heard of "Unity of Heaven and Man," a special state where humans and nature engage in mutual resonance.

Some call it "Joining the Dao," which means to express the profound realm of "me and the myriad things of the world being born together, all things and I as one," the longer it lasts, the more intangible benefits there would be.

Absolute String was a demon, so Unity of Demons and Heavens must be similar.

But for Talent Identification to actually mark it as "permanent," how could Ye Hanjun not be surprised?

"Has it merged into the Dao?"

Ye Qi, who had no talent identification abilities, but with his rich experience, instantly noticed something odd about the life aura emitted by Absolute String.

This was the Deep Black Wheel, where the most central Inner City of the Night Family was established.

Only the most orthodox members of the Night Family, like the Night Angel or Demon Ruler, who hold such authorities, could perfectly adapt to such an environment.

Others would find it difficult to breathe just standing here.

The evolutionary form of the Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon unexpectedly took control of the environment, upstaging others in ways that common people couldn’t understand, and yet the impression it gave was not domineering or coercive, but rather in line with nature—just as it should be.

The difference was tremendous.

Ye Qi, despite being so well-traveled and experienced, listened for a long time, his eyes twinkling as he said in amazement,

"It seems like a tune that can make a person feel ethereal."

"Alas, this old man’s realm is too high, already incapable of understanding its mysteries. Both of you calm your minds, you might gain new insights."

Even the uncle ancestor who was one of the strongest at the 8th rank spoke like this, so neither Ye Hanjun nor Ye Liuying dared to take it lightly.

Especially Ye Liuying, who was only one step away from the 6th rank—if she could use the "Bright Lake Chant" to break through her current barrier, then today would be a doubly joyous occasion.

"Stone, Chrysanthemum, come and listen too."

Contract Imprints lit up, and the Stone Giant and Demon Heart Chrysanthemum appeared beside Ye Liuying.

The Stone Giant was too severely injured to even stand up on his own and leaned against the wall, collapsing to sit on his butt.

The Demon Heart Chrysanthemum looked wilted, but being small in size, it flung itself into Ye Liuying’s arms, affectionately curling around her neck, the two of them huddling together.

"GuaGua, time for class."

Ye Hanjun summoned GuaGua, and also called out Huazhu and Goose Immortal.

"Hoo—hoo—"

Goose Immortal was deep in sleep, lying on the ground with thunderous snoring, not looking like he could be woken up.

Huazhu was still awake, but her element was depleted, she couldn’t even muster a whirlwind to levitate herself and had to stand barefoot, using the Golden Great Sword to support her body.

"Clang—clang clang—"

"Faint—faint faint—"

"Buzz—yowling—clang—ting—"

With a face full of fervor, Demonic Echo of the Past - Zue Xian turned their golden arms into countless afterimages, wholly immersed in the world of performance.

Ye Hanjun’s mind gradually emptied, as if he once again heard the echoes of the ocean waves, drifting in a lake purer than the sky itself, leisurely swaying to the undulation of the waves, drifting leisurely into the distance.

"Quack..."

GuaGua obediently lay atop the big tadpole’s head, not glancing sideways, but occasionally sending stealthy looks towards Ye Qi, not truly focusing on the lesson.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore..."

Mo, who had recovered from a second explosion, rolled over closer to Ye Hanjun, hoping to hug his leg, once more seeking the "arrival of happiness."

"Greedy little one..."

Ye Qi smiled, flicked his finger, and a ray of black light transformed into an arrow, instantly piercing through Mo’s eyeball, nailing it firmly to the ground.

"Good... feels good."

Mo, with its five tendrils twitching, oozed semi-transparent, sticky blood from its eyeball, as if it had gone blind.

But it was too indulged, immersed in an endless stream of pain, without any more senseless outcries.

...

Time ticked away second by second.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying, who fell into a strange trance, finally lost their sense of self.

They sat like statues, with tranquil faces and relaxed limbs.

Around them, pure and extreme Dark Element gathered into formidable serpents, coiling around their bodies, and gradually seeping into them.

Whoosh—a faint light flashed, and Ye Qi disappeared from the room.

GuaGua, who had been pretending to be clueless, immediately woke up, looked at the blissful piece of tattered cloth, then at Goose Immortal who snored thunderously, and yet still jumped energetically into the unresponsive Little Black Hat’s embrace.

"Quack~~~"

GuaGua stretched comfortably, curling up into a ball and falling into a napping slumber.

"Eh? What’s happening? Why is everybody sleeping?"

After a long time in a daze, the noisy clamor reached GuaGua’s ears.

GuaGua woke up startled, looking around, just in time to meet the gaze of Goose Immortal stretching its long neck.

"Quack!"

GuaGua frowned, waving its small limbs, trying to keep the great iron goose quiet so as not to disturb the big tadpole during its cultivation.

"Alright, so I just sleep for a bit and miss an opportunity?"

Goose Immortal, wearing a doubtful expression, scratched its backside with the tip of its wing, muttering to itself: