The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1032 - 403: Evolution, Apocalypse Demon King!

Ye Hanjun vaguely remembered the first time he met Mo. Mo was wrapped in bandages, leaning on a crutch with his right hand, and had a white crow perched on his left shoulder. Pale, cold, and sickly was his entire appearance.

In the blink of an eye, he was no longer the obscure youth, bearing the hopes of the Ming Lamp Night Clan, and had established a profound connection with the Solar Abyss.

Mo, too, had transformed from a deformed, bizarre figure, ascended in rank, awakened Spirit Wisdom, and became an indispensable "expert" in the team...

As his thoughts drifted, Ye Hanjun exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his tension up until now finally eased.

The rebellion of the Great Erosion Giant Demon Clan had almost come to a perfect end.

Next, it was to see what Mo would evolve into.

The Holy Saint Embryo, a higher realm that ordinary beings aspired to for a lifetime, was also the critical node from mortal to saint, from saint to divine.

Mo was so unique. Could he still retain his Unparalleled Skills? And towards which direction would his form converge?

"Human Master."

Mu Yi Hanba’s gaze suddenly shifted to Ye Hanjun:

"This battle, I’ve gained enough life energy ahead of time."

"With the continuous nourishment of your ability, I won’t worry about my lifespan for a short while."

"There’s still a long way to go before the Ancestor’s revival. After much thought, I’ve decided to initiate the ’Reforging Plan.’"

"What is that?"

Ye Hanjun hadn’t heard Mu Yi mention anything similar before and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"I plan to seal the rank of Supreme Holy Completion and drop down to Sacred Voidal Conduit to re-cultivate."

Mu Yi Hanba spoke in the calmest voice, uttering words that would move hymns and dewdrops:

"If I can ascend from Voidal Conduit to Completion again."

"Unsealing the rank, purifying the bloodline in an instant, I might have a faint chance to ascend to False God."

"At that moment, just short of one Divinity, my lifelong wish is no longer an illusory fantasy, and there’s a hope of truly achieving it..."

"Brother, are you serious?"

Buddha Song hesitated as he spoke:

"I seem to have heard about this method before. Indeed, some beings have tried it and actually succeeded."

"But forcibly sealing and then re-cultivating is very risky. It’s quite easy to explode and die."

"The path taken by these Holy Spirits is strewn with bones, innumerable deaths, a slight mistake and it’s just a handful of yellow soil..."

"Yes, Mu Yi Brother, you must be cautious!"

Dewdrop earnestly said:

"If you were to suddenly sacrifice yourself, we’d be in a tough spot!"

"You should consider not only yourself but also for the Sun God Child, and even more for the Ancestor!"

"You are one of the destined seven Hanba, none of us can afford any accidents during this gap..."

"I am quite confident."

Mu Yi shook his head, clearly having planned well, just short of executing the process:

"Indeed, it’s very difficult for other Holy Spirits to re-cultivate their rank after sealing most of their bloodline."

"But I am different. I am a mutant Hanba. Once lifespan is no longer a shackle, my ability to withstand risks naturally increases."

"Even if I end up failing, I can ensure I survive, I won’t backfire on the Human Master, nor will I delay the Ancestor’s revival ritual."

"Moreover, this re-cultivation is different from normal growth. It doesn’t require epochs to calculate, from strong to weak, from weak to strong. What I care about is the entire process, the deep integration of flesh and soul..."

"I see..."

Buddha Song and Dewdrop immediately felt relieved.

As long as the life was safe, any torture was fine.

Ye Hanjun pondered for a while, had no further suggestions, and simply supported Mu Yi’s plan.

Honestly, he had no say in the path of Divine Enthronement for now.

Since he was not even a Saint yet, still cultivating at the 8th Rank.

For the Hanba of Innate 9th Rank, with the Ancestor pointing the way, and ancient experience as a reference, their experience was much richer than his. Meddling would be superfluous and unnecessary.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

On the distant horizon, Mie Quan casually returned, dragging a pile of Great Erosion Giant Demon corpses.

Mere younglings. A half-step deity personally taking action was bound to be an easy capture.

"Oh? Mu Yi is re-cultivating? That’s wonderful!"

Hearing the conversation, Mie Quan’s eyes lit up, and he spoke with mild excitement:

"If brother ascends to half-step deity, the Ancestor will definitely be pleased!"

"The future of the Hanba Clan, like at the dawn of ancient times, is pregnant with endless possibilities!"

"Cough..."

Dewdrop poked Mie Quan’s muscular waist, cautiously saying:

"Brother, aren’t you afraid that you’ll end up competing with brother at that time?"

"The Nether Divinity, one held by the Ancestor, one lost in the Earth God Mountain, and another whereabouts unknown."

"When the time comes, you might have to fight to establish the final victor. It’s difficult to have the best of both worlds."

"Hahaha, let’s fight then, would I be afraid of him?"

Mie Quan pounded Dewdrop’s chest in confidence, saying:

"Of course, that would be the worst-case scenario!"

"My Hanba Clan has been dreaming of holding the three Divinities of the Nether since the Ancient Era, to truly expand and strengthen!"

"Unfortunately, due to bad luck, we either encountered an accident, developing relations with Nether Gods, or missed the opportunity to absorb the Divinity because the clan members were out of reach."

"In the New Era, since the Ancestor is still alive, why not try again? If the Hanba Clan possesses three deified Hanba, is there any more glorious tribe in the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds?"

"Brother, your ambition is consistently outrageous..."

Dewdrop sighed and said:

"I fear that if we don’t survive until that day, we will become targets of collective aggression."

"In the Near Ancient Era and the New Era, the strong beings born in the heavens over these missing 110,000 years are not necessarily inferior to those of the Ancient Era."