The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 773 - 317: Listen to the Fury of the Heavens

"Absolute String?"

Suppressing his delighted and excited soul, a telepathic message appeared in his own mind.

Ye Hanjun was slightly startled at first, but after carefully discerning it, he became greatly astonished.

The Absolute String had been silent for a long time, ever since the Clock of the Era, it locked itself in the Contract Space, not eating, not moving, not communicating, single-mindedly engaged in the creation of music, undisturbed by the outside world.

Although Ye Hanjun had vaguely sensed that it was showing signs of awakening,

it was just a sign, and heaven knows how much longer until it would emerge.

"You’ve succeeded? Congratulations!"

Ye Hanjun’s eyes sparkled, and suddenly he was effervescent with spirit.

"Another masterpiece, worthy of comparison with [General’s Resentment]."

"Human friend, you are one of my few bosom friends. I play it for your ears, listen with your heart if it resonates."

"Shua!"

Contract Imprints lit up, and the ancient zither manifested its true form.

It seemed to have widened a bit, and the body of the zither turned even darker.

The six dark green lightning marks attached to its surface seemed alive, breathing slowly.

Above it, seven silver-white strings, like cleaned dragon tendons,

revealed a powerful tenacity and noble texture from within, captivating the viewers with a pleasing sight that was hard to look away from.

"Hmm, there are other listeners as well, and not few..."

"Human friend, merge with me, listen to my heart, I will teach you to play a new song."

"Okay!" Ye Hanjun nodded.

He suppressed the hint of shock deep in his pupils, and at the same time, dispelled Aegifura’s Dominant State, the demonic charm faded from his cheeks, and his entire red demon attire, including the Demon Wings and heart-shaped tail on his back, all disappeared.

"Heir of the Supreme Soldier Beast and the Supreme Demon King, the Musician who commands lightning, the seeker of music throughout his life—Demonic Echo of the Past - Zue Xian, merge into my body, become one with me!"

The archaic, obscure prayer echoed deep within his soul.

Having just shed the blood of the Demon Enchantress Queen, another completely different Demon Blood was infused into Ye Hanjun’s flesh and soul.

He transformed once more, starting from his hair, the strands of his hair turning golden inch by inch.

Then his forehead, eye sockets, nose, mouth, chin, neck... one by one, in the blink of an eye, Ye Hanjun transformed into a humanoid golden demon.

The most eye-catching part was still his fingers, originally as white as jade but now shining like gold, his heart moved with thought, dancing gracefully, seemingly lighter and more beautiful than a butterfly.

"Qiang!"

Ye Hanjun plucked a string, simply testing the sound.

It was that feeling again. When he merged with Aegifura, he did not want to get hurt and cared very much about the safety of his own body.

When merging with Mo, he desired pain, craved combat, even if it meant rolling among thousands of troops, he was fearless and relentless.

But only when merging with Absolute String was his soul hollow.

It wasn’t emptiness or loneliness, but a kind of chilling silence from being at a great height.

In this state, his heart only knew music, and his fingers only touched the zither, even if mountains collapsed and peril was imminent, it had nothing to do with him.

"Gua~~"

Looking up, GuaGua blinked, its little face showing anticipation.

So Grandpa Jue finally awoke, having been muddled for so long must mean a great harvest!

Thinking that an artist’s debut performance holds irreplaceable importance, Little GuaGua looked left and right for a suitable small stool.

In the end, it jumped onto Little Black Hat’s shoulder, a pair of white webbed feet swinging as it made ready to listen intently to the music.

"Roar..."

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Soul Calming Mountain, at the summit.

Within the Abyss of Destruction, a large area was still shrouded, with mists rising inside, and amidst the flowing red glow, intense fighting noises could still be heard.

But beyond that, the sky and ground were thoroughly permeated by the red mist.

A nightmare falcon sprinting across the sky attempted to suppress the entire summit on its own.

Except for the unknown state of Ye Mochou, all other humans had been dragged into the nightmare, their fates uncertain, heavily crisis-laden.

And their Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits were now standing by their sides.

Those with Spirit Wisdom were terrified and extremely anxious.

Those without Spirit Wisdom bared their teeth and grimaced, once even considering going berserk.

But seeing the omnipresent red mist, they didn’t know where to strike, forcing them to stiffen in place, caught in a dilemma of whether to advance or retreat.

"Damn it, this thing doesn’t see us as companions!"

"After it’s done with these humans, it will definitely turn on us viciously!!!"

In a corner of the red mist, although Little Monkey wasn’t trapped in the nightmare, it covered its mouth, not wanting to breathe in the strange mist at all.

"￥#*&@!"

Scorpion Demon and it were far apart, sensing the pervasive crisis, it unusually contained its ferocity, instead restoring its Physical Strength, trying to gather the energy for a desperate strike.

"Swoosh—swoosh—"

The nightmare falcon darting through the sea of mist, its cold eyes gleaming with a lust for slaughter.

It was wantonly massacring the Undead.

As a feathered creature controlling dreams, its main power naturally came from Soul Power.

Although the quality of these Undead was uneven, the sheer numbers, in the tens of thousands, allowed it to forcibly maintain its soul at a peak level, almost without any energy loss.

As time passed, the longer the prey was trapped in the nightmare, the lower the possibility of escape became.

Once it assimilated the more precious souls of the elite of the Human Race, it might instantly ascend to the Unlimited Foetus.

By then, these Contract creatures having lost their masters and suffering backlash, would only have their fate sealed by its hunting.