The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 877 - 351: Soldiers Approaching the City, the Ordeal of the Ghost Lamp_2

"Impossible! How could there be so many spatial rifts! Has the twelve thousand years of operation by the Ye Clan come to naught?!"

In a corner of the Ghost Lamp, in a valley, several patrolling elders of the Ye Clan had ashen faces.

They had just finished a battle, successfully sniping a small squad of invaders.

But the cost they paid was not insignificant, as the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits around them were all scarred, with not a single one unscathed.

"The weakest is also an Unlimited Foetus..."

An elder, clutching his severed arm, said with a look of despair,

"There are also large numbers of Shining World Fetuses, Holy Saint Embryos, and natives of the Abyss being steamrolled. The war has spread to extremely distant places..."

Another elder, holding a command talisman in his trembling hand, said,

"The Elder who we were directly in contact with has lost contact, and I fear he is dead."

"What do we do? What can we do?"

"With our strength, we truly have no place to call home."

"To be trapped in our own land but unable to move an inch is a disgrace of monumental proportions. If our Ancestor were alive and saw this scene, what face would we, his unworthy descendants, have? Alas!"

...

The concerns buried deep in their hearts were one day truly playing out in reality.

Like adding fuel to the fire, panic spread, terrifying the Abyss.

Amidst heavy casualties, massive chaos erupted everywhere; some beings fought desperately, striking down invaders, while others turned their coats and joined the enemy ranks in an instant.

However, the atmosphere in two locations in the Ghost Lamp remained densely packed with a solemn heaviness like mountains, with raging battle fires on the brink of boiling over, stuck in absolute deadlock.

"Where is Ye Shitian? Bring him out."

Without-Sun City, outside in the void.

An army of monsters, tightly packed like a torrent of steel, surrounded this historically undefeated city in layer upon layer, numbering over a million.

A Five-Colored Divine Palace, magnificent as the sunset and dazzling as the stars, was situated diagonally above the city, a hundred miles apart, bearing the might of covering a sea.

Above the temple, high towers stood densely, the lights crystal clear, jewels dazzling, and decorations in various exotic styles constructing a beautiful miniature world.

In this little piece of heaven, there was a deep black monolith, on which a creature the size of a person lay at an angle.

Compared to other creatures, it was too delicate and could be easily overlooked if not observed closely.

But it was not "it," but "He."

Clothes baggy and hat towering high, adorned in exaggerated attire coupled with strikingly eye-catching colors that compelled one to not look away.

A face plastered with thick makeup and covered with shiny powder, it looked ridiculous, yet no one could laugh.

In the myriad states of the world, amidst the chaotic world of the Red Dust.

There has never been such attire that could allow any onlooker to inherently understand what is bizarre and what is abrupt.

But He truly existed.

The Jester Emperor—the ruler of the Abyss of the Red Dust, descending in true form upon the Ghost Lamp Abyss!

As He silently overlooked the city below with that eerie smile, that absolute confidence seeped into every invader, becoming their pillar, becoming their belief.

"The prosperity of the Ye Clan has lasted for 120,000 years; as of this epoch, it should also come to an end."

At the forefront of the Five-Colored Divine Palace, a green-clothed jester with a slightly larger build and particularly well-developed limbs sneered as he spoke,

"My clan’s Divine Enthronement has personally come to witness your downfall, which is the greatest honor of your lives!"

Next to him, another jester, identical in shape but dressed in red, followed with a playful grin,

"After this battle, the Ghost Lamp will return to the rule of our clan."

"The Jester Emperor has ordered that, apart from the Ghost Monk Lineage, no Divine Clan or Holy Clan shall be accepted for surrender."

"This place shall be leveled to the ground, and the corpses of the Ye Clan members shall be flayed and cleansed, hung high at the gates of the Abyss."

"As for the ecology of the Ghost Lamp... hehe, time heals all."

"By the time the next epoch begins, this place will not be desolate; it will still be as bustling and lively as usual... "

...

...

Ghost Lamp Abyss, Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

There were at least five fissures large enough to cover the sky, expanding around this area.

With brilliance overflowing and a dense mist of treasures, a sea-like intensity of life force descended, one after another.

"So this is the Ghost Lamp Abyss? How gloomy, how disgusting, I really didn’t want to come to such a ghostly place."

A group of figures, stepping on light and swaying, with shoulders cut finely and bodies gracefully shaped,

They were dressed in uniform white imperial robes, exuding an ethereal aura, pristine and untouched by any dirt.

The rustling of their skirts, like clusters of blossoming flowers greeting the sunrise.

Their rosy and luscious appearances, like the evening approaching with the sunset swiftly passing.

The last rays of the sunset left undeniable marks on them, as if even time wanted to pause at this moment, to appreciate their beauty together.

"Coordinates correct, no delay in time."

One of the witches checked the precise instrument in her hand, then glanced around, a trace of a smile appearing on her holy face:

"The Jester Emperor is really ruthless, to have captured the old and young masters of the Seasonal Kings’ Mansion, forcing the Ghost Monk Lineage to forsake the Ye Clan and forge a new alliance with the Abyss of the Red Dust."

Another witch giggled,

"I thought the exact coordinates provided by the Ghost Monk were fake, but it turns out they were real."

"Avoiding all the void barriers and most space surveillance, this grand celebration has just begun, so exciting!"

"Respected Light Witch Goddesses,"

A figure, faceless and hairless, shaped like a black mummy, interjected coldly:

"My Ghost Monk Lineage, committed to a soul-binding cooperation; if betrayed, heaven and earth shall annihilate us."