The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1033 - 403: Evolution, Apocalypse Demon King!_2

"Hehe, the ones with the boldest hearts enjoy the world first!"

Mie Quan nudged Buddha Song and Chaolu’s shoulders with his elbow, reminding them:

"You guys also need to put in more effort."

"For our clan to restore to the scale of the ancient times is not easy."

"All these years have passed, and your growth has slowed down. Hurry up and advance to Perfection, and also go try out the possibility of becoming False Gods!"

"Yes."

Buddha Song and Chaolu nodded earnestly.

Mie Quan grumbled relentlessly:

"And that kid Shi Qiong."

"Living for so long, I’ve almost reached Half-Step Deity, yet he shows not a hint of breakthrough. It’s clear he’s had a tough time, barely making it through, why hasn’t the goddess of fate looked after him?"

...

Cleaning up the battlefield, taking stock of the gains.

Though the Great Erosion Giant Demon Clan had been wiped out, deep in the heart of the earth, their caves remained.

Ye Hanjun, Mie Quan, Mu Yi... all went down to scavenge together.

They found a vast amount of Crystal Stones, Magic Stones, Spiritual Medicine, and dozens of sacred herbs that were over thirty thousand years old.

Unfortunately, most of them were of no use to the Hanba Clan, and in the end, it was Jin Tianpi, Jin Tiandan, Liering, and Mu Shoucong who benefited.

"My goodness, we’ve struck rich!"

Mu Shoucong, holding two huge Ganoderma, said with stars in his eyes:

"I’ve been stuck at Minor Saintly Perfection for way too long. The contract to advance to Supreme Sacred Great Achievement might just be right in front of me!"

"Godslayer Asura, you really are a solid backer!"

"When the New Era, the Third Era comes, and the Ghost Lamp is unsealed, I might be able to catch up to big brother Bertnar and also become the ’Holy Beast King’!"

"Take it easy."

Ye Hanjun glanced at Mu Shoucong, his meaning clear.

Having been in the Solar Abyss for over a hundred years, Mu Shoucong’s transition from initially struggling to adapt, to suddenly adapting well, was striking.

Wherever you looked, tiny crimson patterns had started to appear on its body, which was originally covered in white onion skin.

Because of the relentless devastation of the scorching sun, the green tops of its head had withered away, looking severely dehydrated.

But Ye Hanjun could see that Mu Shoucong’s condition indicated it had triggered an adaptive process, marked as "bearing the potential tendency for existence bloodline mutation."

"Pfft!"

Mu Shoucong pushed aside the large Ganoderma, greedily sucking the juice from inside, then revealed a face full of bliss.

Soon after, it burped contentedly, eyes rolling back as it staggered and fainted.

"Eh, not considering us as outsiders, huh?"

Ye Liuying kicked Mu Shoucong’s waist, which didn’t budge an inch.

Helpless, she had to drag it herself to avoid the carelessly stomping Golden Crows, Liering, and Hanba, who might accidentally crush it.

"This place isn’t too bad; it can be considered a high-quality Blessed Land. Let’s stay here for a while."

Mie Quan moved closer to Mu Yi, continuing to discuss reconstruction matters with great interest.

Ye Hanjun nodded, Mu Yi was about to seal off the bloodlines, Mo was readying for ascension, and Mu Shoucong was progressing. A short rest was exactly what he had in mind.

Half a month later.

As the intense heat at their ankles slowly subsided.

Mie Quan, Mu Yi, Buddha Song, and Chaolu all felt moved and turned their gazes toward Ye Hanjun.

"Whoosh~~ Whoosh~~ Whoosh~~"

The ripples that spread out like raindrops quickly echoed through the cave of the Great Erosion Giant Demon.

The faint golden light, from weak to brilliant, was only a moment, fleeting in an instant.

"The divinity has strengthened again, truly a monster."

"It’s just a Saint rank, yet it can compete with a divinity like mine, a Half-Step Deity. Does it even have an equal at its level?"

Mie Quan stood up, proactively guarding in front of a group of creatures, preventing the potential life magnetism explosion.

Ye Hanjun still dared not move; he and Mo maintained close physical contact. The oppressive force that was suffocating, like layers of heavy armor, kept stacking on him without end, without restrictions. Before long, he would reach his limit and be completely crushed.

"Darn cloth, you’re going to hurt the Big Tadpole!"

GuaGua called out loudly, trying to awaken the dazed Mo.

The situation indeed became critical. Mo’s body was nurturing an extremely potent curse—one that could wreak havoc on peers with even the slightest touch.

As a Patron, if Ye Hanjun were to suffer harm, it would truly be getting shot while lying down.

"It’s GuaGua’s voice, Little GuaGua, are you calling me?"

The brilliant golden light stabilized gradually, and the sensation of imminent death, as quick to arrive as it was to go, vanished.

Ten seconds later, the golden light went out, and a creature completely different from what was expected slid down Ye Hanjun’s pant leg, standing on the ground with an innocent face.

"Oh my, has the beast changed again?"

Goose Immortal, summoned as a bystander, raised its iron wings and glared:

"It used to look somewhat human, but now it’s completely given up on being human, starting to act cute?"

"What about the promised Double Seal Fusion? What about the Prison Demon King, the Disaster Patron? How did it end up like this after all the changes?"

Goose Immortal’s series of questions earned the approval of the Hanba Clan.

Mie Quan, Buddha Song, and Chaolu, quite a distance away, gawked at each other:

"Good grief, I thought it would grow into something more imposing after evolving."

"Even if not, transforming into an evil form would make sense."

"I’m most afraid of this pretend-weak-but-actually-strong type, looking cute on the outside but with a temper and fighting spirit that can annihilate opponents in a second, showing no mercy."

"A tripping pig? How painful would that be?"

Mo tilted her head, and a single bloodshot vein suddenly spread through the pupil of her only eye.

Then, that familiar feeling came right back; Mo was still Mo, with no change in personality, just a small transformation in appearance.