The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 997 - 391: Solar Abyss_2

"That eerie corpse?!"

Ye Hanjun’s eyes twitched. Wasn’t this the coffin containing Mu Yi Hanba? His purpose indeed involved his own kind.

About this pretender of death, actually an alive mutant Hanba, Ye Hanjun had various questions he intended to ask the Corpse Dragon Matriarch.

But he hadn’t found the chance to inquire, having just sparred with Mang Hao, he was teleported here, now only able to be manipulated, facing an extremely perilous situation.

"Deep Red told me, you have the scent of your kind on you, and ’dead’ smell as well."

The lips of the Hanba gently moved, an evil eye atop its head first targetted Ye Hanjun, then turned towards Ye Liuying, Mu Shoucong:

"You have it too, but not as rich as his."

"From the information I’ve gathered, you must be surnamed Ye, descendants of the Asura King, also of the newly ascended Crown Rank ’Womb Death God’..."

"You!!"

Mu Shoucong choked up, completely unable to respond.

His mind hadn’t caught up; he couldn’t grasp what the Hanba meant by its first sentence.

But just discerning the surname, pinpointing the source of their bloodline—just that, left Mu Shoucong chillingly anxious, feeling utterly doomed.

"What? Ye Clan? Which Ye Clan?"

"Could it be the master of Ghost Lamp Abyss? That mythical family that recently slaughtered the Light Witch God and Jester Emperor?"

Elder Yin struggled to stand up, his eyes splitting open as if struck by lightning.

His brain cells were also insufficient, what happened to the Grey Sun God? How did it turn into Asura King, Womb Death God?

What is this word play? Is there any similarity? To actually deceive everyone in the dark?

"Did your ancestors have a feud with you?"

Ye Hanjun ignored Elder Yin, stood straight and tried to meet the gaze of Hanba.

"No."

Hanba said lightly:

"The Asura King rose at the end of the Ancient Era, his military exploits are somewhat known to us, the rest... a blank slate."

"Then, why do you abduct us?"

Ye Hanjun pointed at Mang Hao, "Their family originates from the Near Ancient Era, you are even more unfamiliar with them, there can be no feud between you."

"Nothing much, bringing two is the same as bringing a group, I like the look of you all, so I just brought everyone."

Hanba shrugged, with the most casual attitude, uttering words that made Mu Shoucong and Elder Yin want to vomit blood:

"My name is Mie Quan, under Goddess Ba, one of the sixteen divine generals."

"For a long time in the future, you all will have to stay here, hope you adapt soon."

"Sir, you are that Hanba who escaped from the Lost Fog Sea, right?"

Mang Hao gasped heavily, resisting the intense light, and pressed for answers:

"You bear no enmity against us, could it be you have a grudge against Corpse Dragon Matriarch?"

"Her ancestor was the dominator of the East Sea, around the middle of the Ancient Era, aligning with your era..."

"Corpse Dragon Matriarch?"

Mie Quan waved his hand, still neutral:

"Indeed, she originates from the same blood source as us, a figure worthy of respect."

"But we were competitors until beaten by my tribe’s ancestor, and after presenting an apology, the feud was settled."

"No enmity, yet you keep us here?"

Ye Hanjun furrowed his brows, gazing at the coffin and the unconscious Shiju, his thoughts stirred:

"Could it be... Goddess Ba has not been released? You need your kin’s assistance?"

"Heh."

Mie Quan lifted his eyelids, his direct gaze fixed on Ye Hanjun’s face:

"Indeed, you recognized the bloodline of Mu Yi, aware of his existence beforehand."

"If I hadn’t brought you here, I would indeed feel uneasy..."

"Whirl~~~"

Behind Mie Quan, the void unexpectedly started to shake.

As the space rippled like water waves, an ancient rune-engraved deep red wheel emerged into existence.

At that moment, Ye Hanjun and Mang Hao remained silent.

But Ye Liuying, Mu Shoucong—their eyes brightened, then they were greatly shocked.

"This aura feels so familiar, this, this is a Boundary Beast? Guardian Spirit of the Boundary?"

Mu Shoucong really felt petrified, today’s shocks far exceeded its tolerance.

Forget the Hanba for now, as one of the Ye Clan’s Guardian Saint Spirits, it surely hadn’t been in Without-Sun City for a short duration.

During which, it wasn’t the first or second time it had looked up to the remains of the Deep Black Wheel.

This deep red wheel, though countless times smaller in size, the force of space contained within, grand as mountains, vast as the sea, was in no way inferior.

"Talent Identification!"

Without sufficient time to react in the tomb, this time, Ye Hanjun wouldn’t miss the opportunity to identify.

——

[Species Name]: Wheel of Deep Red

[Chaos Seal]: "Boundary"

[Main Study]: Dao of World/Dao of Space/Guardian Tao/Division Dao/Integration Dao/Flame Dao

[Rank]: Perfect Embryo of the Saintly

[Chaos Spirit Pattern]: ???

[Core Personality]: ???

[Current State]: Main body has arrived/known survival years 150,000+/Created worlds: Deep Red (merged with Solar Abyss)/...

[Contractual Relationship]: None

——

This was Ye Hanjun’s second identification of a Boundary Beast.

Unlike the fallen Deep Black Wheel, the state section of the Wheel of Deep Red mentioned clues that grossly contradicted all known facts about Guardian Spirits of the Boundary.

"Whirl!"

The great wheel spun, a jet of flame erupted from the center, enveloping Mu Yi Hanba’s coffin, starting to melt from the outer shell, turning directly into waste water.

The Corpse Dragon Matriarch whimpered, apparently feeling the astonishing heat, she woke from her unconsciousness.

Seeing the scene before her, wide-eyed, she had never been so surprised in her life.

"Shiju, I ask you, do you know where this coffin comes from?"

The questioner was not Ye Hanjun, but Mie Quan.