The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1087 - 421: Corpse Dragon Queen Shili_2

"Your temper is quite fierce, shouting about fighting right from the start. That’s boring!"

GuaGua suddenly transformed into the Corpse Speech Demon King as well and used the same skill.

This move, called "Majestic Mountain," was an illusion.

It created the illusion of towering mountains, and once it enveloped the target, if the one struck believed it to be real, they would genuinely be crushed to death.

On the other hand, if one’s faith was strong, they could easily see through the facade; as the mountains fell, they could emerge without a single hair harmed.

"Boom!!"

GuaGua disliked being passive, even if it could see through the illusion instantly, it didn’t want to be hit without cause.

Second Reading, Holy Scripture, Extreme Spellcasting—a precise process was in operation.

The "Majestic Mountain," empowered by 999999 Chaos Spirit Patterns, was twice as tall as the one summoned by the Corpse Speech Demon King.

The smaller mountain couldn’t crush GuaGua and instead was shattered by a larger peak.

"Who are you really to even disguise yourself as me?!"

The Corpse Speech Demon King was stunned, his spellcasting thwarted and turned into a massive humiliation.

But he was truly astonished, as the Corpse Dragon Queen could discern anomalies timely despite the absence of divinity.

His lineage was merely the pure and genuine holy demon lineage, without any particularity.

The invader’s transformation, whether viewed from the front or the back, was flawless, seemingly carved from the same mold.

"I am myself, of course."

"Shili, is this how your Corpse Dragon Queen clan treats guests? Don’t you even want to offer us tea?"

GuaGua, completely carefree, transformed back into Shi Ju’s appearance, oblivious to the murderous intent of the surrounding Holy Spirits.

"Wait."

Seeing the Corpse Speech Demon King’s test had no effect and sensing a stronger holy corpse preparing to make a move,

Shili gestured with her arms, raised two fingers, and instantly called a halt to her vassals.

Her eyes, like those of a ferocious beast, scrutinized GuaGua, then shifted to Ye Hanjun, Ye Liuying, and Lie Xinxin nearby, slightly narrowing as she said,

"Let them come in."

"Clan Leader! We must be cautious!"

The Corpse Speech Demon King, alarmed, hastily advised.

"Since they dared to come forcefully, what’s the harm in inviting them for a tea?"

Shili again raised her dragon claws, maintaining her dignity, and the Corpse Speech Demon King, no matter how anxious, dared not speak further.

"Yay! Shili, make some spirit tea I can drink! Not the kind brewed from corpses, I don’t like it!"

"Why are you acting like you’re at your own home?"

Ye Hanjun, following at the rear, couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"What does it matter? Shi Ju’s clan is definitely on our side, right?"

GuaGua flapped its wings, waveringly flying into the castle, its head swiveling left and right, more curious than a nosy baby.

"Wow, what a huge dragon corpse!"

"What kind of dragon is this? The shape of its horns is so strange!"

"Hey, a Corpse Demon Flower, I know this plant! It smells stinky!"

"Big Tadpole, look, there hides a Guardian Saint Spirit, it’s actually a crocodile man, its scale armor is so thick!"

...

It was like a novice adventurer who had never seen the world, suddenly arriving in a treasure trove filled with ancient wonders.

GuaGua was elated, nearly forgetting what it was there for.

When they reached the reception area arranged by the attendants, it was still somewhat reluctant, wanting to continue wandering around the castle.

"Alright, let’s focus on the matter at hand!"

"Big Tadpole, bring out that thing~~~"

"With that, Shili won’t doubt us anymore~~~"

GuaGua finally reverted to its true form, joyfully leaping into Ye Hanjun’s arms.

Ye Hanjun surveyed his surroundings, noting they were in a structure similar to a pavilion, though with coffins as tables and bone stools as chairs, the atmosphere densely filled with the aura of the Netherworld.

Thousands of meters away in the shadows, many members of the Corpse Race stood.

The weakest among them were also at the level of Sacred Voidal Conduit, still maintaining a surrounding formation without any negligence.

"Can these vassals, these attendants, be trusted?"

Ye Hanjun voiced this aloud into the air, but in reality, the question was aimed at Shili.

Sitting on a giant bone stool, Corpse Dragon Queen Shili, her dragon eyes glaring and expressionless, said:

"Among those who practice the pathway of Netherworld, our clan is the absolute ruler."

"These members of the Corpse Race, having established meritorious deeds for our clan, if mere words from others could sway them, wouldn’t that just be foolish dreams?"

"People die for wealth, as birds die for food."

"When potential benefits reach a certain level, moths rush to the flame, nothing more."

Ye Hanjun took over the conversation led by GuaGua, sipping the medicine tea that was served, speaking indifferently.

Shili was silent, her wooden gaze fixed on him for a long time.

After quite a while, once he had finished the tea in the pot, she issued a low Dragon Chant:

"Mei, Lan, you two elders, stay behind."

"The rest of the Holy Spirits... withdraw."

"Yes!"

Shadowy figures moved, heavy with ghostly presence, the oppressive magnetic field of the holy corpses slowly receded.

Only two guardians remained by Shili’s side.

Their forms were roughly similar to Shili’s, with dragon heads and human bodies, six arms each, and four wings on their backs.

But they were bigger in size, nearly five hundred meters tall, truly colossal beings.

The only two discrepancies were one, in divinity.

Even though these two Corpse Dragon Queens stood at the pinnacle of Supreme Holy Completion, all their divinity combined wouldn’t even equate to one-tenth of Shili’s.

Another, in age.

Mei and Lan, these two elders called Corpse Dragon Queens, not only had eyes filled with the depth of ages, their dragon scales were blotched extensively, their bodies laden with old wounds.

They had aged to the point where they couldn’t erase the scars that lingered on their flesh.