The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 895 - 357: Godslayer_2

"Since the Blood Witch God also has power akin to that of a lingering spirit, capable of briefly exhibiting the might of Divine Enthronement."

"Unsealing the Asura Bow and syncing with It, wouldn’t that create an opportunity to counterattack and kill the Light Witch God?"

In the Spiritual World, Ye Hanjun repeatedly called out, his tense and oppressive emotions finding no relief.

Of course, he didn’t want to employ the ultimate power left by the Asura Bow, especially since Without-Sun City was also in a state of dire straits, likely even more perilous than the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

But he couldn’t care too much any longer. Allowing the Light Witch God to have his way, to slaughter the Blood Sorcerer Clan, to massacre the inhabitants of the ancestral land, he would be the first to die here, without any chance to investigate the state of the Ye Clan’s ancestral city.

"Quiet, do not let appearances deceive your vision."

"This deity who wields the Light Element, as long as a single strand of divine light escapes, it can resurrect on the spot, making the possibility of killing It extremely remote."

Ye Tianzi’s emotionless response came and went in a flash.

Then He calmed down, remaining silent, not uttering another word.

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes, closed them, and forced himself to be calm.

Little GuaGua on his shoulder still peeked stealthily, even though it couldn’t see clearly and couldn’t capture the battle scenes of Divine Enthronement.

But this was a sacred battle of true sense, and its curiosity was almost leaping out; it just had to watch.

"Whoosh—"

The fierce battle lasted nearly half a day when suddenly the great sun split apart, sixteen petals of the remaining sun swept across, severing all roots of the blood blossoms.

Quietness fell upon his ears, no wind, no collisions, the entire world became slow and tranquil.

The hopeful Blood Witch Goddess flew past in low spirits.

Their graceful faces were coated with a dim gray light, a despair so deep, more pessimistic than at the beginning.

"Whoosh—"

The avatar of the Blood Witch God dissipated.

Above and below the heavens, brilliance shone, bright as the beginning.

The Light Witch God, carrying the Sun God Halo on His back, touched the center of His eyebrows, where a wound shaped like a teardrop healed with the growth of new flesh in an instant.

"A deified Witch, overconfident, pitiable and sad."

"Do you know, I have dwelled deep within the Cloud Sea for so long, swallowing clouds, basking in rain, absorbing mist, refining light, all in preparation for this day? How long do you think I have prepared for this?"

The Light Witch God no longer glanced toward the ants beneath His feet but laughed scornfully once more, reassembling the divine bridge and heading to the ultimate destination, the jade coffin.

"Indeed, these three divine coffins nurtured by the Blood Witch God are of excellent quality, sending them to my Cloud Sea could also prolong my lifespan."

The Light Witch God showed a kind smile, as if inspecting His treasure, slightly nodding His head in approval.

But Ye Hanjun’s pupils contracted. He dared not gaze directly at the back of the Light Witch God, yet he could see.

The golden coffin that carried the rotting scent earlier, now motionless.

Not only was there no strange gray mist emanating from it, but it was wholly divine, seeming as if forged with refined gold, extraordinary and miraculous, giving off only an aura of peace, free of any danger.

"That coffin... what happened to it?"

Ye Hanjun was lost and profoundly shaken.

"Bang!!"

An explosive sound shook the earth.

The Light Witch God swept out a golden divine light, and the heavy jade cover slowly moved sideways.

Inside the vast coffin, a parched skeleton of about 1.5 meters in height floated in the mirror-smooth river of fresh blood, as stable as a boulder, unmovable.

"Ah!!"

The Blood Witch Goddesses burst into agonized screams, blood gushing from their orifices, falling to the ground in moans of pain.

The deceased of Divine Enthronement should not be observed, and the same held for their corpses.

But that was their ancestor, whose blood of the same origin flowed in their veins, although negligible, retaining a mere essence of divinity, and that was still the goal they pursued throughout their lives.

At this moment, the once-unreachable figure was thus exposed to the air, subject to the presumptuous gaze of another Witch God, devoid of any respectful or considerate attitude.

Rage surged, beyond containment.

But what could they do? Not to mention breaking through the barrier, even from behind the barrier, they could only see the divine outline of the Light Witch God; daring to look directly would vaporize their souls.

"Ancestor... your unworthy descendants cannot even protect your corpse..."

Wu Xuelu kneeled on the ground, her blood-soaked skirt spread out wide, with hints of blood plasma churning within her flickering witch’s body.

It seemed she was invoking a taboo spell, willing to protect the last dignity of the Blood Sorcerer Clan even if it meant flying into the flame like a moth.

"Click!"

As if to leave no doubt, the Light Witch God took a step forward, and His hand engraved with brilliant golden patterns plunged straight into the chest cavity of the Blood Witch God, delicately searching for something.

Behind Him, divine light unfolded across the sky, proudly displaying His supreme authority and majestic presence.

The Light Witch Goddesses stationed outside by command, felt a stirring in their hearts, their faces brimming with joy and pride.

"Success! How could there be an accident with the Ancestor leading the charge!"

"With the Ancestor’s protection, Great Witch Guangqing will surely absorb the power of divinity with ease, the utmost glory of two divine beings illuminating the world—is within reach!"

"Congratulations to you all, for not disappointing this old monk."

The expressionless San Zhou Ghost Monk suddenly scratched an itch and carelessly pulled out a dirty handkerchief from his bosom.

He unfolded the neatly folded handkerchief in a particular sequence, and in no time, seven white bone fingers that looked as though they had been fished from the mud were exposed before all the witches.

Wu Guanglin, Wu Guangjing, Wu Guanglang...

Including Great Witch Guangqing, the Light Witch Goddesses suddenly looked at their own witch’s bodies in horror.

Their bodies had just been healed by the Ancestor and were nearly back to their flawless state; every movement exuded the sacred beauty unique to the Goddesses.