The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1215 - 464: Welcome the Sun God!

The night was deepening.

The dark sky woven with gloom was serene like a poem, soothing like a painting.

Several magical ducks with a wingspan of thirty meters followed their mother, wavering as they flew toward the distance.

"BOOM—"

A bone ship tore through the void, its destructive ripples quaking regions a thousand miles away.

It was too colossal, as if it had existed for eons, eternal and undying.

The spine of a giant beast served as its keel, while the carapace of a giant insect formed the ship’s hull.

On both sides, an array of bizarre and grotesque skulls were lined in strict formation, looking fierce and sinister.

Their past glory and trophies were displayed so openly that even a mere fraction of them would make onlookers’ hearts pound like drums.

"What is that? A warship?!"

"That’s too huge, isn’t it? It’s like it was carved directly from the corpse of some creature, with the decorations adding the perfect finishing touch..."

On the ground, an adventure party seated around a campfire enjoying their dinner was thrown into chaos.

Their numbers were large and when startled, they sprang up in disarray, their chaotic shouting broke the usual order, replaced by the panic of an imminent disaster.

Such a distance away and still, the savage aura of prehistoric beasts made it difficult for them to breathe!

If it were any closer, wouldn’t they simply gasp for air and drop dead?!

Everyone was terrified and uneasy.

Yet the bone ship did not sail straight toward them.

That unbelievably massive vessel merely sailed across the sky overhead, never pausing for an extra second at their location.

"Phew! Safe at last!"

"I was saying, our Wild Rabbit Mercenary Group may have a bit of a reputation in this region, but we’re surely not significant enough to draw the attention of such a huge entity, right?"

"An entity that can control such a titanic vessel must surely be of saintly rank or above. What kind of virtue or ability do we have to attract such a powerful enemy?"

Inside the adventure party, a young mercenary wiped the cold sweat from his brow, reassuring himself.

He tried to appear nonchalant, but he was actually quite shaken, his palms trembling under his battle gear.

"Boss, did you see the emblem on the ship?"

"A golden sun with raised deep red hills below it, which family’s emblem is that? I’ve searched my memory and can’t recall anything like it..."

"I don’t recognize it either."

The leader of the Wild Rabbit Mercenary Group murmured with a tense expression:

"In a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, I’ve heard of every significant power that’s worth noting."

"This is definitely not from a Supreme Saint family in this region, controling a warship... it might have traveled across space, speeding in from far, far away."

"The direction it’s heading... let me think, could it be targeting the Sky Insect Territory?"

"No, the Sky Insect is just one Holy Spirit, holding but a corner of territory, there’s no need for such a grand gesture like an ensemble of saintly figures personally setting out..."

"Farther down the line, Endless Winter River, Southern Mountain Valley, Taiji Cave, Fragrant Stone Veins... it seems that there isn’t a top-rank Holy King family to justify this level of mobilization."

"Boss, such existences often can’t be measured with normal logic."

The young mercenary, having gathered his wits, said with a frightened look,

"Thinking of the most extreme, the most unlikely scenario, could it be possible that its destination is the Earth God Mountain?"

"Earth God Mountain?"

The other members of the mercenary group who gathered around upon hearing the conversation were instinctively ready to dismiss the idea.

A joke, surely – that was one of the Eight Mountains, one of the highest-level Blessed Lands in the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

A place coveted even by Divine Enthronement beings, reserverd for those worthy of conquering.

Stumbling upon an enigmatic warship on their journey and speculating that it’s heading for a sacred site – was the world truly so mad? There were limits to exaggeration!

"Not ruling out that possibility..."

Staring at the warship, now just a small black dot, the leader swallowed with difficulty:

"Along the way, there’s no other place worthy of the Saints taking to arms."

"If it’s heading to Earth God Mountain, then it actually makes sense."

"After all, it’s a bone ship, tainted with the path of the Undead..."

A team member couldn’t help but interject:

"But the Earth God Mountain isn’t the vibrant place it used to be anymore..."

"Ever since the Desolate God took it over, that area has been a desolate hell where life suffers."

"In recent years, the Divine Clan has been observing and as far as I know, Giant Kun Valley and Wooden God Mountain have always sent envoys to station nearby."

"But their few probing attempts haven’t stirred any ripples."

"Indeed, that’s the Desolate God—a god of Calamity, one of the Three Evils, notoriously fierce!"

"Giant Kun Valley and Wooden God Mountain wouldn’t just provoke trouble needlessly by bothering it!"

Another person said with great reverence, shrinking their neck:

"Thinking it through, only ’Giant Vein Divine Dragonfly’ or ’Green Vine Immortal’ could confront the Desolate God without certainty of victory."

"Yet Earth God Mountain is a substantial prize, leaving it wasted by the Desolate God will undeniably create a tremendous Calamity — it can’t be truly ignored..."

At this point, many in the group shifted their gazes as a strange fervor reflected in their eyes:

"Could it be that some Divine Clan has finally lost patience?"

"Any force targeting Earth God Mountain must bring the Fetus of God Sealing!"

"The battle of the ages is about to begin... Holy shit, guys, what are we doing sitting around? Head to the nearest city to sell the news! Whether it’s true or not, let’s rake in the cash first!"

...

Thousand miles from Earth God Mountain,

Ye Hanjun stood at the bow of the ship, with the vast Cloud Sea by his side, emanating an aura that seemed detached from this world.

On the other side, Mang Hao, sitting cross-legged, held a cup of tea in his hands. His trance-like gaze indicated that his mind was far from settled.

"Young master, I’ve long said this day would come."