The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 939 - 372: SS Class, Ten Hall Yama

"West Sea..."

Ye Hanjun’s gaze was distant, ripples emerging from the depths of his soul.

Among all the heavens and myriad worlds, the most magnificent and sacred places were none other than the Nine Seas, Eight Mountains, Seven Abysses, Six Realms, Five Tombs, Four Valleys, Three Pools, Two Gates, and One Connected Heaven.

Beyond these, no matter how vast the territory, how distant the plane, how hidden the space,

at best, it could be considered a premium Blessed Land, still insurmountably far from the top tier.

The West Sea was one of the Nine Seas.

But within the Nine Seas, it was divided into the "Four Seas" and the "Five Seas."

Places like the Cloud Sea, along with the Cave Spring Sea, the Sea of Stars, the Lost Fog Sea, and the Chili Sea, belonged to the Five Seas.

In essence, they operated independently, and were far apart from each other.

The remaining Four Seas—Southern Sea, Northern Sea, East Sea, West Sea—were vastly different.

These four sacred sites were adjacent to each other.

In the very center of them, there was an even more mysterious, even more ancient "Four Seas Divine Pool."

Legend had it that secrets of the world’s Origin were hidden there, unknown to outsiders.

And the Four Seas were unmatched protectors, since epoch after epoch, they had devoted their lives, grown, and thrived alongside each other.

Ye Hanjun reflected, "When it comes to the West Sea... one does indeed need to be cautious."

Setting aside the Four Seas Divine Pool and considering only the four major maritime regions of the east, south, west, and north,

due to their geographic locations, even if each had Divine Enthronement or Crown Rank powerhouses, the Four Seas often erupted into internal wars and external chaos.

The unending strife led many once-glorious Holy Clans, Divine Clans to decline and even to perish.

Conversely, the forces that could stand firm amidst such turmoil also harvested countless marine resources, laying the foundational stones for the growth and development of their people.

"Could it be related to the Fighting Dragon Clan?"

Ye Hanjun pondered and asked.

The mother of the young Chimera, loyal to the predecessor of Mount Yue Zun, "Mount War God," was a core member of the Savage Divine, the "Titan War God."

In the Near Ancient Era during the Second Epoch, on the battlefield of a hundred clans, this Chimera, who had cultivated to Supreme Holy Completion, was defeated by the Fighting Dragon Clan, a shame ingrained in her soul, eternally indelible.

The once obscure Fighting Dragon Clan rose as a result and swiftly became royal among the Supreme Saints.

And this clan made its fortune in the Southern Sea.

Almost a hundred thousand years later, it remained a domineering clan in the Southern Sea, second only to the Divine Clan.

"Not very likely,"

Ye Liuying shook his head,

"Not to mention whether the Fighting Dragon Clan still remembers the glorious achievements of its ancestors."

"The Titan War God has fallen for many tens of thousands of years, and Mount War God has long since changed hands."

"Furthermore, the Chimera Clan is not a single-line descent; unless directly provoked, why would the Fighting Dragon Clan care about a Holy Beast cub and dare enter the West Sea to imprison it?"

"Makes sense,"

Ye Hanjun pondered,

"So... it’s likely an unexpected enemy."

"Stationed at the edge of the West Sea, seemingly possessing Supreme Saint-level combat prowess..."

"Either the ruler of that small maritime domain or a wanderer, a refuge-seeking fugitive desiring to avoid the pursuit of enemies, choosing a remote place to reside on purpose..."

"The Supreme Saint units we can mobilize are momentarily insufficient to explore that region,"

Ye Liuying looked at Mu Shoucong candidly stated,

"Also, if it involves the internal strife of the West Sea, exposing ourselves prematurely to the sight of Supreme Forces will make our future development exceedingly difficult."

"That may be true, but Lan Qixiong must be rescued..."

Ye Hanjun rubbed his temples, contemplating,

"Let’s discuss this matter further later. You all go first."

"I need to explore the changes in the familial inheritance of authority, and to examine more closely the current state of growth. I want a solitary and quiet environment."

"Okay."

Ye Liuying got up and walked towards the cloud ladder,

"If you need anything, just say so. High-end resources might not compare to the family, but for mid to low-rank, we now have everything in abundance, rich enough to overflow."

...

Su Mei, Li Jingming, Wang Xinfei... one by one everyone left, leaving Ye Hanjun alone in the conference room.

Ye Hanjun patted GuaGua’s head, then closed his eyes to contemplate under the watchful gazes of Goose Immortal, Aegifura, and Huazhu.

In an instant, his aura changed.

The white robe, golden hair, and gray eyes that came with his Pioneer Sect Leader heritage previously endowed him with a Saint-like nobility and purity; although powerful, it wasn’t so dense as to be oppressively suffocating.

However, when Ye Hanjun called upon the S-ranked "Hell Judge’s" transferral of office powers, the drastic transformation manifested instantly.

The accompanying attire—changed to black and red.

That was a perfect appearance potentially belonging only to human-like Demon Kings; blood demon red sleeves covering the arms, adorned with ferocious patterns twisting everywhere, akin to blood vessels in an unorganized sprawl.

As they returned from around the shoulders to the torso, a deep black vortex emerged, devouring the heart, akin to the source of darkness, or perhaps a reflection of the Abyss, sending chills down onlookers’ spines.

Further down, was golden-like but not golden, jade-like but not jade pants adorned with blossoms of blood, dark Vines climbing, trailing all the way to the ground as if fused with it.

"Wow?" GuaGua expressed surprise.

A moment ago, Big Tadpole was serene, kind, and completely devoid of any sharp edge.

Now, he seemed to have just emerged from a Corpse Mountain and sea of blood, his body emanating an aura of slaughter.

The accompanying shadow of death, crawling at his feet like an Evil Ghost.

No matter where he went, the blood turned into a long carpet, fawningly propelling him forward.

"My lord..."

Huazhu’s vision was far-reaching.

She saw Ye Hanjun’s pupils turn into two nested divine rings, one large, one small, the outer ring red, the inner black.