The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 914 - 363: Sky Burial_3

"I understand now! This isn’t the funeral of the Jester Emperor! It’s that little man’s!"

"He had dual authority, with no way to ascend any further!"

"But he tried so hard, even in death taking the Jester Emperor down with him, incredibly impressive in his utter ruin!"

"Yet the resolve of the Heavenly Dao to kill him was unshakable, only willing to meet him with a most solemn funeral, to die with dignity, in accordance with the natural order..."

The Corrupt Demon Minister laughed uproariously, his laughter growing even louder:

"The Ye family, your clan isn’t bad at all!"

"Big brother really should learn from you. At his age, to have not a single descendant, it’s not amusing at all!"

"Roar——"

The two gods flattered each other, their spirits greatly invigorated.

The lightning that filled the skies descended upon them all, the orange-golden Cross Thunder Sword seemed to have reached its limit of containment, beginning to shatter from the tip.

The crackling arcs of electricity flickered wildly, and between heaven and earth, all was silenced, the words of man and the language of beasts, all pressed the mute button.

"Ye Hanjun!"

Ye Liuying bit her lip, her eyes shining with both the fiery light of anger and the hazy glow of tears.

She couldn’t understand why the road of dual authority had to be so difficult to traverse.

And why Ye Hanjun had to be so extreme, insisting on using the Thunder Tribulation in coordination with Ye Tianzi, to end the life of the Jester Emperor once and for all.

When the green hill remains, there’s no fear of running out of firewood.

Wouldn’t a gentle stream succeeding or a slow exploration be possible? To end it like this... was he truly content?

"Pfft!"

A sharp pain in her head, and her soul whined in agony.

Ye Liuying fell backward, her eyes rolling back as she fainted outright.

"Swoosh!"

Bertnar teleported instantly, supporting Ye Liuying’s back with a streak of blood light, looking terribly pale, his crystalline eyes staring fiercely at the sky.

"Is he really dead?"

"No matter how glorious in death, one of the dawns of the Ye Clan... just extinguished like this?"

At that moment, far in an idyllic haven, a woman carrying a shovel and laboring emitted a muffled groan, falling to the ground.

In the lowest refuge of the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, Ye Yin clutched her head, feeling the cold invade, curling up bit by bit.

Elsewhere, three women and four men felt their rings suddenly explode, blood gushing from all seven orifices, consciousness slipping into unconsciousness in an instant.

...

"A salute—to the Young Emperor."

In Without-Sun City, at the central sacrificial altar, Ye Ying, standing erect, suddenly placed a hand over his chest and bowed respectfully.

Ye Xuanren, Ye Tieqi, Ye Ni, and Ye Qiangwei, one by one followed suit, their solemn expressions surpassing even those shown during the great ceremony to the Ancestor.

"Ye Clan member, Ye Hanjun, in the New Era, the Second Epoch, slew a god with a mortal’s body, his merit so high, it parallels the heavens."

"Should any Ye clansman lack respect or reverence, they shall be stripped of the Ye surname, removed from the main family, to serve as a warning to others."

"Indeed!"

All Ye Clan members followed and bowed, while the cadet branches, collateral lines, and vassals, regardless of age, all knelt and did not rise.

"Boom, Boom, Boom!"

The deafening Thunder Calamity lasted for several minutes before it started to subside.

As the lightning faded away and the Cloud Sea dispersed, the light of the Nether Moon spilled over once more.

Ye Hanjun was dead.

His sword had burst from the strain, and his fleshly body could no longer bear the power of the lightning. It shattered to pieces just like the blade, and in an instant, it was eradicated without a trace.

And with his death, all of his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits fell from the spatial void.

There was no chance for them to flee; the Thunder Sea poured down, erasing all traces of their existence. They too became offerings to his death, perishing utterly and completely.

The Ancient Era teaching that "Dual Authority is unattainable" was undeniably intolerant of any defiance.

Heavenly rules are untouchable; the face of heaven is inviolable. Ye Hanjun paid the price with his life, once again proving this conclusion to the world.

"Whoosh~~~"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the pure white Emperor’s coffin arrived in a hurry and departed just as quickly, effortlessly merging into the void.

The boundary around Without-Sun City suddenly felt more oppressive than the deep sea.

No one was weeping, aside from children.

But everyone was frowning, feeling a tightness in their chests and an indescribable difficulty in breathing.

"Tsk, what a bore."

"The Jester Emperor called us here for a fight, but why did he have to kick the bucket himself?"

The Tainted Demon God and the Corrupt Demon Minister exchanged glances and suddenly, as if by agreement, patted their bellies.

With a ’pop’, the former’s head and body, including the dragon-like tail, broke through the barrier of death and successfully escaped to the outside world.

The latter’s wings and legs were severed, leaving only its rear end, which also broke through the barrier of death and headed toward the suddenly appearing yellow vortex.

"No more fighting, no more fighting. The employer has died and we failed to protect him; we can only go back and beg for the big brother’s forgiveness!"

"Ye family, bye-bye! We think highly of you; hope to pay our respects another day!"

Two voices, tittering and chuckling, reverberated and brushed past the Ghost Lamp Abyss.

The Tainted Demon God and the Corrupt Demon Minister vanished, using some secret technique that even Ye Shitian could not stop, leaving them to return to the Inferior Earth Abyss.

"Whirl, whirl..."

The barrier of the Netherworld dissolved slowly, and Ye Shitian stood alone upon the earth, his tall figure and jade-like features exuding an indescribable royal charisma.

He looked out into the distance, and everywhere his gaze reached was scorched earth.

The Thunder Calamity had struck a vast area, not just Without-Sun City, but even more distant regions had been pierced by lightning.

Coupled with the destruction caused by the invaders, almost half of the Ghost Lamp area had turned into wasteland.

"Oh Ye Gods above, we wish to submit; please don’t kill us..."

Seven clown kings kneeled on the ground, faces contorted as if in mourning, with not even a hint of an attempt to resist.

Even False Gods didn’t deserve the same footing as a True God, let alone these ordinary beings of Supreme Holy Completion.

Plus, Ye Shitian was One Crown and Two Gods; where could they escape to? With the Jester Emperor dead, there was no chance for them.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!"

Seven light sounds, seven heads fell to the ground, as Ye Shitian sprinted across the earth like a grey dragon. Those Red Dust Holy Spirits who had either tried to flee or had already gone far were executed without exception, one by one.