The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 838 - 338: Double Pupils_3

"Your Patron will fall into a survival crisis... including you, the outcome will inevitably be tragic."

"Is it that serious?"

GuaGua first tilted his head, then patted his chest and said,

"Alright, I got it!"

"I will play the role of a ’memory loss sufferer’, pretending to be foolish to the very end!"

"Will I forget too?" Ye Liuying blinked, an innocent look on her face.

Ye Tianzi shrugged,

"You will only remember that after you arrived at the Great Tomb, you accidentally met with Ye Hanjun, and then you read ancient books for a very long time... with fruitful gains."

"As for Ye Hanjun, the public statement will be, he will enter the Young Emperor’s hall, pass through five challenges and defeat six generals, survive a thousand deaths, obtain the Young Emperor’s stone, advance his job to ’Hell Judge’, and reshape the Young Emperor’s body..."

"So I’m just on a century-long tour of the Great Tomb," Ye Liuying quipped, "Oh well, I’m used to it."

"Then I’ll begin."

Ye Tianzi smiled faintly and snapped his fingers.

From Ye Hanjun’s perspective, fragments inside the giant coffin soared up and down, suddenly transforming into a torrent of fresh blood that overwhelmed him completely.

"Tearing—"

The crisp sound of bones breaking, one after another.

Blood, like columns, splashing chaotically everywhere.

The pain eroded his brain, then spread to every limb and every bone.

But Ye Hanjun couldn’t even scream, he was like a lump of rotten flesh, slowly collapsing to the ground, his eyes hollow, consciousness gone.

The next instant, he woke with a start, clutching his throat.

As if sharp blades were piercing his heart over and over again.

Body burning like fire, soul shocked like by electricity, endless pain transformed into a bottomless Abyss, devouring him completely.

"Agony... supreme agony!"

"Ye Hanjun... you also understand the true essence of joy? That’s wonderful!"

Mo, watching from the side, suddenly clapped his wrists happily.

Seeing such jubilance in a tattered cleaning cloth, GuaGua scrunched his nose, turned his head away, unable to bear seeing the Big Tadpole’s pitiful state.

...

Time slowly passed.

The anxious waiting was because the daily scenes were too bloody and cruel.

By the second month, Ye Liuying had also turned away, continuing to read ancient books, forcing himself to divert his attention.

Only Mo and GuaGua could stay focused nearby.

One danced joyously, empathetically enjoying each day.

The other puffed his cheeks, often covering his eyes with his hand, stealing glances, unable to bear it.

"Hiss! Hiss!!"

"Purr... Purr..."

"Cling— Clang— Clang clang—"

The Lion Head also often came over to check, making sure Ye Hanjun was still alive.

Lion Head was sleeping every day, nobody cared about it, everyday was a vacation.

After Absolute String stopped absorbing spirit marks, it began playing the Guqin.

Accompanied by the surging sea of blood, the shimmering reflections, the melodious music, precisely its favorite piece, "Bright Lake Chant."

Huazhu and Goose Immortal spent their days sparring.

Aegifura researched daily the precious memories of the Pearl Queen and Pearl Empress and other Guardian Saint Spirits, full of enthusiasm, leisurely and contented with no one to disturb her.

"Whoosh~~~"

Visible to the naked eye, Ye Hanjun’s trimmed hair grew inch by inch.

Its color was no longer as dense as ink, instead, it resembled red stars adorned under the night sky, red gleams reflecting upon it, splendidly radiant, brilliant as the sun.

The texture also changed not just adequately, but hard as iron, like swords planted on his head, capable of slicing through clouds and shattering seas, completely extraordinary.

A terrifying yet awe-inspiring aura, from weak to strong, finally filled Ye Hanjun’s naked body.

That day, the piercing screams abruptly stopped.

The body, having lost human concepts, frenziedly absorbed the energy from the sea of blood, developing from an embryo, successively experiencing infancy, youth, and adolescence, matured after the forms stabilized completely.

Ye Hanjun opened his eyes, flashing red light. Looking directly at Ye Liuying, he grunted, and two lines of blood slowly dripped from his forehead.

"Weren’t you supposed to restrain your divine nature? Not even a look is permissible... Is this still human?"

Ye Liuying muttered, yet, he sighed in relief, the rock hanging in his throat finally fell.

"So beautiful..."

GuaGua opened his mouth wide, the Sheep Head, too, showed a surprised face.

After becoming the vessel for the Asura Broken Bow, Ye Hanjun’s facial features had not shifted, whether seen from the front or the side, he was still himself.

However... aside from the transformation in his hair, the biggest change was in his pupils.

The purer the bloodline of the Yushi Clan, the deeper black the pupils.

This trait, only when the awaken authority involved special abilities, could potentially transform.

However, at this moment, Ye Hanjun’s eyes shone bright as blood, divine light limitless.

Besides the original deep black pupils, an extra blood-red pupil appeared, occupying a larger proportion of his eye socket.

If one had to describe it using adjectives, Ye Liuying, GuaGua, Goose Immortal... the only word everyone could think of was "demonic."

"Two pupils in one eye, isn’t this the ancient legend of the dual-pupiled person?"

"This is an extremely rare trait, often used to represent power, a symbol of emperors in ancient times..."

Ye Liuying moved closer, incredulously circling around Ye Hanjun, asked while looking,

"How does it feel?"

"This is a war weapon of the Ancestor, even if only the fragments and remnants of the fallen spirits remain, its power is indescribable... are you really all right?"

"I’m fine."

Ye Hanjun stared steadily at the void, slowly emerging from his daze, then sighed,

"I saw the Ancestor... sporadic scenes of battle."

"The enemy clearly fled tens of thousands of miles, even moving to another space, heavily guarded yet, it still resulted in an arrow piercing the heart, utterly unreasonable..."

"After all, it is a Divine Enthronement war weapon," Ye Liuying remarked, "Those high Elders in the family, if they knew about the remnant spirit of the Asura Bow inside you, they’d be so excited they might not even speak clearly."

"Even the Saints, each and every one of them, who could stay calm?"

"Too bad, once we leave here, my memory will be sealed, wanting to see their brilliant expressions, who knows how long it will take."

"Not too long..."

Ye Hanjun stopped mid-sentence, suddenly looking towards the violently shaking Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, murmured,

"The Great Tomb is about to close..."

"As we are transported out, the imbuing of authority... is about to begin."