The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 820 - 332: Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, The Crystal Coffin_3

Gently thudding against the ground, the coffin came to a halt in front of Ye Hanjun.

He looked down and surveyed it. The topmost barrier of the coffin was relatively clear. Beyond this crystal barrier, the contours of the creature inside were faintly visible.

"How is this possible? How did you do it!"

In an instant, Ye Hanjun clenched his teeth, his eyes about to split with fury, murder boiling within him.

Black hair draped over his shoulders, and upon his porcelain-doll-like, delicately shaped face was a straight nose and petite lips, elegant as a blossoming flower.

How could he not recognize that face? From childhood innocence to mature steadiness, from naivety to composure—the daily life spent together, imprinted in his heart, was always the most precious and cherished memory.

—Ye Liuying!

Why was Ye Liuying sealed in a coffin with the serene expression of one who had died a peaceful death?

Ye Hanjun thought of countless possibilities. No matter which one, his emotions could no longer remain calm. He subconsciously clenched his fists and stared with cold, murderous eyes at the young man in bloody clothes.

"Guess whether she is alive or dead?"

The young man in bloody clothes smirked, his playful gaze resembling that of a mischievous child.

Ye Hanjun didn’t respond but glared back at the young man’s pupils with a numb, merciless coldness.

"Interesting, interesting."

Undeterred by the standoff and receiving no response after a long wait, the young man in bloody clothes rubbed his fingers together and snapped his fingers.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

The lid of the coffin began to tremble, then slowly slid to the side.

With a soft moan, rubbing her sleepy eyes, Ye Liuying slowly sat up.

"Eh? Ye Hanjun?"

Her peripheral vision caught a shadow beside her, and her consciousness shifted from confusion to clarity.

Ye Liuying was startled, almost jumping up in fright.

"I... I remember now, I was sucked into a vortex. When I woke up, I saw a Corpse Mountain and a sea of blood..."

Muttering to herself, as she spoke, Ye Liuying looked to the other side.

After seeing the young man in bloody clothes with a gentle smile, she immediately shrank her neck and said in shock and anger:

"Who exactly are you? Why did you kidnap me like this!"

"I was undergoing a normal training on the tenth floor, staking out a treasure for nearly three years. I was about to clear all the obstacles and successfully obtain the ultimate treasure, and you, you... you made me fail, wasting a whole three years!"

"I thought you were the person I was looking for, and for that, I did not hesitate to break the rules and pull you here directly."

The young man in bloody clothes dropped his smirk; no trace of ferocity was seen on his face, only a gaze filled with tranquility as though casting aside all worries and troubles:

"I didn’t expect that you would actually be fake."

"The true bearer of the family’s hope is him."

In a flash, lightning streaked and thunder roared, as a strange wind howled.

Under the gaze of the young man in bloody clothes, Ye Hanjun felt as if he stood before a glacier, chilling to his core, every part of him seen through completely.

"Family... hope?"

Ye Hanjun’s eyelids twitched wildly, instantly realizing what the other was referring to.

"You are the first in line to inherit the Blood of the Ancestor."

"As for her, she’s nothing but a vessel, that’s all."

The young man in bloody clothes smiled faintly, and the intense chill suddenly dissolved.

It was as if spring had returned to the earth, with warm winds tenderly caressing, the enticing colors of spring entering one’s vision.

Ye Hanjun’s heart skipped a heavy beat, finding himself momentarily at a loss for words.

Was it an it, or was it a he—what sort of existence was this, after all?

How could such secrets be known to anyone aside from the Ye Clan members or the Ye Clan’s diehard vassals?

"My name is Ye Tianzi."

"This place is not the 16th level of the great tomb, nor could it be the 17th or 18th level."

"This is the 19th level, unlike any other secret realm, transcendent and unique."

seeming to perceive Ye Hanjun’s confusion, the smile on the blood-clothed youth’s face became even more radiant.

"Gurgle!"

Ye Liuying swallowed a gulp of saliva, her throat swelling and then bulging again, her eyes wide and round.

Ye Hanjun was slightly more composed, but his body was stiff and his gaze blank, which he couldn’t hide.

"The 19th level..."

"Even the Saints have clearly stated that the great tomb has only 18 levels—where does this 19th level come from..."

"Ye Tianzi... who is Ye Tianzi? Has anyone in the history of our clan ever been given such a name, with a reputation so illustrious and unmatched?"

Bewilderment, confusion, and trouble gnawed at their souls like insects, weaving through their minds.

Exchanging a glance, neither Ye Hanjun nor Ye Liuying could think of any related clues.

To them, both the 19th level and Ye Tianzi were more complex than any enigma, with neither event nor person like them found in their recollections.

"It’s normal that you do not recognize me; don’t be troubled."

"As for the level... hmm, probably only Ye Shura knew, as He has set up a hidden layer..."

"The rest of the clan cannot perceive this place until the right time comes, no matter how favorable their destiny might be."

Ye Tianzi laughed showing his pearly white and even teeth, which sparkled brilliantly.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying were even more horrified—how could this clansman dare to utter the Ancestor’s true name so casually? What kind of status and authority did one need to do that?

"Elder, for what purpose have you sought me?"

After much consideration, Ye Hanjun took the initiative to ask.

Clearly, it was he whom the other was looking for, rather than Ye Liuying, who was the substitute for absorbing the Blood of the Ancestor.

"It should be the second epoch of the New Era now, right?"

"The descendants of Ye Shura are doing quite well."

"The fact that they have managed to persevere until now, with several chosen ancestors emerging in the clan time after time to extend the clan’s fortune, surviving twelve hundred thousand years until the thirteen hundred thousandth year... If Ye Shura knows of this in hell, he would probably laugh heartily, with laughter thunderous enough to shatter the heavens and split the earth..."

Ye Tianzi spoke as if moved by emotion, causing Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying to feel increasingly uneasy.

Just who was this hidden bigwig in the clan, discussing the Ancestor as if a peer, with such casual disdain?

"Oh, right."

"I summoned you for a number of matters—we must act quickly."

"To start with, I find your current state rather peculiar."

"Near the crucial juncture of the clan’s survival, the chosen one of this generation should be awakening the clan’s legacy of authority, absorbing another kind of ancient and special authority to strive for divinity independently."

"How is it that you bear the traces of the ’Demon Ruler’, having awakened the Dual Authority? How could this be possible!"