The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 927 - 368: Pioneer Sect Leader

"Boom!!!"

In that instant, the cosmos spun, and mountains and rivers lost their luster.

The gray sun plunging into the void shrank to the size of an inch, twirling ceaselessly until it finally touched the brow of the naked man, merging perfectly with the gray sun mark there.

Then, the man’s chest heaved.

The gradually beating heart pounded against ear drums time and again.

As the "thump-thump" sound, comparable to roaring thunder, reached their ears, the worshipping congregation went utterly insane.

They cheered the revered name "Gray Sun God" over and over, some so excited they dug their nails into wooden stakes, oblivious to pain, tears streaming down their faces, ecstatic beyond measure.

"Please return, Great God Shenyi!"

"Wake up quickly, Great God Shenyi! We wish to serve by your side, to follow unto death!"

The rising emotions, the fervent cries, spread far and wide, swiftly engulfing the deepest parts of Julu Forest.

Under everyone’s gaze, the naked man slowly levitated, his body transitioning from horizontal to upright.

Suddenly, his empty white eyes lit up with a divine gleam.

Like the final touch to a master painter’s dragon, a layer of gray covered the surface of his eyeballs.

In the blink of an eye, as if the erosions of time, the transformations from sea to mulberry fields, from eons to mere moments, were but a fleeting shadow, a passing cloud.

That incomparable depth, penetrating to the marrow, was deeply rooted and unquestionable.

That thickness, broader than the earth itself, infused into the soul, becoming an indispensable part of it.

Next, the man’s long black hair—from the roots to the ends—underwent a transformation into dark gold.

The fair skin highlighted with a touch of orange-yellow gained a coat of delicate jade luster, not only transparent like jade but also sparkling like gems.

Of course, his well-defined muscles made the blood of women surge.

The naked man’s body was devoid of any excess fat; every inch seemed meticulously designed.

Especially his abdomen; the tightly packed abs were like a masterpiece sculpted by a grandmaster, exuding strength and beauty, with endless charm.

"Swoosh—"

A silk white robe of intricate design, complemented by the blessing light of angels, gracefully adorned his body.

The length was just right, reaching down to the ankles.

The spacious cuffs and neckline, without any constraint or imbalance, posed no problems for movement.

"We pay homage to Great God Shenyi!!"

In the deepest reaches of Julu Forest, the congregation prostrated themselves, neatly and uniformly.

Su Mei, Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei, Renwo Kuang, Dongfang Xu, Bai Qin, Lin Pingfan—seven disciples did not kneel.

Together with Ye Liuying, Ye Dong... a group of people concentrated with a radiance drawing attention.

"I..."

The consciousness of Ye Hanjun, deep in slumber, began to right itself.

He came to, looking around bewilderedly at everything.

"Clock of the Centuries... Tomb of Asura... Ye Tianzi..."

"Heavenly tribulation... Heavenly Dao... Resurrect from death..."

"Blood Witch Ancestral Land... Light Witch God... Blood Witch God..."

"Father king... Evil god... Crown rank..."

"Without-Sun City... Jester Emperor... Inferior Earth Emperor..."

"Witnessed by all gods... Sky burial..."

Memories flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, shocking Ye Hanjun as a flash of lightning seemed to streak through his eyes.

The gray sun on his brow, upon stimulation, burst forth with copious amounts of gray divine light.

For a moment, everything above and below was shrouded in mist, and in the mortal flesh, sights of divinity were everywhere to be seen.

When he lifted his palm and gently turned it, a meticulous and finely crafted golden pyramid altar appeared in his hand.

"Passive Ability... Altar of Faith?"

"The growth of Authority is entirely dependent on faith—the more numerous, stronger, and more devout the congregation... the more faith accumulates?"

Ye Hanjun blinked, and with a mere thought, a gray door appeared behind him, towering and unbreakable.

"Active Ability... Death Challenge... Is this the previous Ability, used to temper and train the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits..."

"Active Ability... Gate of Holy War... Is this the evolved form of the ’War Gate’?"

In the midst of his rapid thoughts, Ye Hanjun was momentarily stunned.

The ’War Gate’ that Protectors possessed, was quite useless.

Especially in places like the Ghost Lamp Abyss, where entering a secret domain and being subject to higher Law/Principles made it impossible to form an effective link.

Of course, the weakness of the disciples was also a main reason.

Even if the space distance to summon disciples was manageable, they lacked the strength to participate in the fight, becoming a burden if brought over.

But now... it seemed different?

According to the hints given by the inheritance information, this gate now served as a bridge, connecting all the congregation and missionaries.

Based on his own Rank and strength, the ability to break through space and distance would continue to rise, until one day, as he traveled between planes, he would become a mobile fortress in human form.

"The foremost messenger under the gods! The foremost messenger under the gods!"

"O Gray Sun God above! Our admiration for You flows ceaselessly like rivers, lakes, and seas!"

Voices clamored in his ears.

Ye Hanjun looked down, and wherever his gaze fell, people prostrated in spasms and tremors, so excited they seemed to stop breathing.

This feeling was very strange, even as a Young Emperor staying within the Ye Clan, the low-ranked vassals were never this fanatical.

To regard Saints or Guardian Saint Spirits with such eyes seemed a bit exaggerated.

The only ones that could match such status and worth were the pillars of the family like Ye Tianzi, Ye Shura, Ye Shitian...

But They were gods, what has happened over the years to amass such a large group of low-ranked, extremely convicted followers?

"Great God Shenyi has just returned and needs to rest, and also to understand the current situation,"

Li Jingming turned around, his clear voice like the dawn’s first light piercing through the crowd, imbuing a different breath of life.