The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 906 - 361: Inferior Earth Emperor

"Boom!!"

Every Jester Emperor was split in two, with several earth-shattering booms, they crashed to the ground, making it collapse and crater a thousand meters deep.

Without-Sun City was silent as if every creature had already fallen asleep.

However, the light of Nether Moon silently fell, sweeping past the shoulders of that person, as though putting on an invincible cape.

The more serene his face, the more his unmatched presence in this world shone through.

"The Jester Emperors in their prime, couldn’t even withstand a few moves..."

"Is this the Crown Rank of my clan? Dashing and powerful, capable of turning the tide, with the force to swallow mountains and rivers, reaching the pinnacle..."

"Ancestor above! Lord of the Ghost Lamp, may you live a hundred years, a thousand autumns, forever and ever! May the Ye Clan continue its glory! May the Ye Clan continue its glory, ah!"

Elders from the Ye Clan, whether young and vigorous or old and youthful in appearance, worshipped, worshipped, worshiped madly.

They were too excited, too fervent.

The glory they had prayed day and night for had appeared amidst desperate circumstances.

Illuminating both the sun and the moon, brilliance overflowing with light.

Golden jade against the sky, jade illuminating the Abyss.

From this point on, the Ye Clan was held high; what declining Divine Clan? They ascended to the highest throne again, who in the world dares to humiliate them?

"Welcome the new patriarch of Ye!"

"Welcome the new patriarch of Ye!"

"Patriarch above, receive a bow from Forget Home!"

...

Even the vassals hidden in the refuge area rushed into the streets, prostrating themselves and performing the most elaborate rituals.

Ye Shitian remained unmoved, coldly staring at the cratering earth, the scythe of death in his hand as sharp as ever.

"Cough... Cough cough..."

The only real form of the Jester Emperor, manually crushed the rocks that pressed down on his divine body and crawled out from the cracks using his hands and feet.

He was injured, covered in gray scars.

His entire body looked as though it was cut into dozens of pieces and forcibly reassembled, with a severe sense of dissonance.

"So that’s how it is... wielding the principle of death..."

"The two Fetus of God Sealing, only possessing the outline of a Witch God, fundamentally symbolizing death, can perfectly merge with your divine power..."

The Jester Emperor stumbled, barely stabilizing his stance, lifted his head, with green light emerging from his left eye and red light from his right eye, and said ominously:

"This emperor can feel it, your state is different from that of a true Crown Rank..."

"You must have paid an unimaginable price to achieve this power sufficient to slay gods..."

"Boom!!"

The scythe of death was swung down a second time, splitting the sky with a gray rift, a boundless intent to kill surged out, all aiming at the Jester Emperor.

"Boom!"

The Jester Emperor suddenly enlarged, raising his arms to block.

Then his arms broke, his head cracked open, his entire body nearly split in two again.

"Spurt!!"

The Jester Emperor spat out blood, a mouthful of pitch-black blood spit sludge, immediately turning into a piece of black mire on the ground.

"Acrobatic festival... Dream Balloon..."

"Acrobatic festival... Spatial Magic..."

"Acrobatic festival... Ant Shuttle..."

Multicolored self-exploding balloons, magically teleporting positions, shrunk to the size of rice grains to perform assassination...

The second-generation devil god, exerting all his might, struggled in the throes of death.

To this, Ye Shitian slashed down again and again with his blade, where the light of the blade passed, all was destroyed, no skills could touch His Crown Rank.

"Emperor!"

Under the Jester Emperor, a group of bloodline descendants, kneeling firm on the ground, cried out in trembling voices.

They survived from the collapsed Five-Colored Divine Palace, proving their strength.

Among them, called "One-eyed Jester," though born from the Holy Saint Embryo, only inherited a weak strand of the Jester Emperor’s divinity, at the 9th Rank level not so strong.

But there was another bloodline— "King Jester."

Only upon reaching the Supreme Holy Completion and receiving the divine blood bestowed by the Jester Emperor, could the One-eyed Jester truly awaken the divine blood of the Enthroned, transforming into the king among jesters.

And such holy spirits, looking up—there were exactly seven!

They dressed in rainbow-colored attire, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, with brilliant colors and exaggerated makeup, though far from the aura of the Jester Emperor himself, in other aspects they resembled him by fifty percent.

At that moment, they kneeled on one knee, biting their lips, tensing their necks, a look of both anger and shock, disbelieving.

"The Emperor... defeated?"

"A Crown Rank from the Ye Clan suddenly emerging, directly equipped with two Fetus of God Sealing, this subverts knowledge, with no such precedent in All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds!"

The Green-robed Jester King stared fiercely, the blood at the edge of his eyesocket, proving he tried to peer into divinity with a Holy Beast’s body, thereby bearing the karma’s backlash.

The Red-robed Jester King did the same, his face unwilling, paired with that shiny foundation, ludicrous yet helpless.

"Alright, this emperor admits defeat."

"The Human Race’s Crown Rank, as long as it wields a combat-type divine power, must rival one that is Divine Enthroned."

"Three against one, this emperor is no match, it’s quite normal."

The Jester Emperor suddenly sat down on the ground, the image of the highest divine being collapsing dramatically:

"However, this emperor won’t die so easily, if you want to kill me, you must pay a tremendous price."

"This emperor proposes, let me leave today, and I will completely sever the thoughts of returning to the Ghost Lamp, from now on, the Red Dust and Ghost Lamp shall not interfere with each other, coexist in peace... How about it?"

"Delusional."

Ye Shitian quietly uttered four sounds, the scythe of death raised again.

"Boom!!"

This time, the earth cracked open with a slash a hundred thousand meters long, the Jester Emperor right in the center was cleaved in two, organs turned out, black blood gushing, with terrifying gray light entwining, his life’s essence growing weaker and weaker.

"Since the proposal is ineffective, then don’t blame this emperor now."

The Jester Emperor stretched out his arms, hugging his shoulders, forcibly assembling his split divine body back together: