The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 912 - 363: Sky Burial

Jester Emperor, Master of Red Dust, God of Demons.

In the enormous system of Nether Spirits, demons and demon beasts occupy a dominant position, while the rest, like demon statues, devils, Blood Clan... exist in the cracks, insignificant in both number and quality, dispensable.

However, due to the rise of the first generation Jester Emperor, the devil race enjoyed a brief period of glory as if the sun at high noon.

By the time of the second generation Jester Emperor, he led his tribe to sing proudly and march forward, reversing the downtrodden situation once again.

Of all heavens and ten thousand races, any devil associated with the word "Jester" needed to weigh carefully the bloodline behind them, to determine what their family name was and whether they could afford to provoke it.

Yet such a sovereign, such a supreme being,

Trapped under the snare of a million lightning bolts, with no path to the heavens nor doors to the underground, wore a fierce and sinister smile that also carried a hint of hysterical madness:

"What a presumptuous young man, so young, yet aiming to put this emperor to death?"

"The task your ancestors failed to complete, your father couldn’t achieve, and you, an ant who hasn’t even reached the holy rank, dare to be so arrogant?"

The words of the Jester Emperor were menacing and infused with a spiritual ripple as overwhelming as a landslide, sending chills to the core of one’s being.

Alas, Ye Hanjun remained unmoved.

Ominous clouds loomed overhead, with the roaring of thunder filling the ears.

Even if a ferocious deity descended to the world, how could its roar compare to the majesty of heaven and earth?

"The cage is set, you cannot escape your fate."

"Jester Emperor, accept reality. To die with dignity won’t disgrace your status."

Ye Hanjun reached back with his hand and grasped the cross-shaped Golden Sword.

In an instant, the clanging of the sword tore through the sky, golden arcs intertwining and spiraling as he stood like an immortal about to ascend to divinity, wielding the sword of a sovereign to behead a usurper.

"Boom—"

The Thunder Sea turned utterly berserk, with tornado-shaped golden lightning spiraling down in an inner helix.

Of course, this was just the first wave.

The second wave of divine punishment followed, transformed into a lightning dragon with bared fangs and claws, descending vertically to sweep indiscriminately.

By the time the third wave rolled in, the lightning turned into a hammer, and with one strike, a hundred-thousand-mile radius around Without-Sun City collapsed thunderously.

The endless spread of web-like cracks and the fissured earth with charred soil all testified that this land, shrouded in darkness by demons for generations, would lose all its vitality under the massacre of the lightning catastrophe.

"Damn it!"

The Jester Emperor manifested dozens of clones, attracting the lightning like wooden stakes.

And his most important true body, fleeing upward and downward, was reluctant to touch the electric arcs or experience the agony of a heart pierced by thousands of lightning bolts.

"Crash!!!!"

A lightning bolt, swift as if the gods themselves had thrown a spear, pierced through the Jester Emperor’s abdomen in an instant.

He cried out in agony as his body cracked open, exposing grayish wounds at the joints of limbs and torso.

Clearly, Ye Shitian’s offensive up to this point had finally harmed his very essence.

And those barely suppressed ulcers returned to their out-of-control state, eroding his divine body inside and out.

The Jester Emperor—became embarrassed in an instant.

He continued to flee, constantly looking for gaps around him to escape the lock of the lightning.

But it was futile; the lightning catastrophe summoned by Ye Hanjun was too strong. The Jester Emperor might be able to flee from Ye Shitian’s realm of death but couldn’t escape the realm of lightning with mere decoys.

"Very well, very determined, full of vigor!"

"This emperor acknowledges your strength; although you are but a fraction of my age, you can achieve great things, indeed an indispensable talent of the Ye Clan."

"Cease your attack, let us have a proper talk."

"You have a bright future ahead, why bury your youth and descend into Hell with this emperor?"

"This emperor can swear a blood oath that I will never enter the Ghost Lamp nor be an enemy to the Ye Clan again."

"Moreover, this emperor is willing to concede the output of the Abyss of the Red Dust for ten thousand years, all as the compensation for being defeated and willfully offered to the Ye Clan..."

The Jester Emperor forcibly softened his tone, showing weakness, actively seeking peace.

He didn’t want to die, that was clearer than anything.

But Ye Hanjun had no intention to engage in conversation, surveying the Jester Emperor like one would look at a cornered clown about to jump over a wall, with a cold and indifferent gaze that thoroughly enraged the Jester Emperor.

"Aahhh!!"

The Jester Emperor ceased fleeing; all his clones pounced towards Ye Hanjun at the center.

Each clone raised their fingers, aimed at his head, and shot out a rainbow laser.

"Boom—"

The Jester Emperor was shocked. The thunderbolts aimed at Ye Hanjun were denser than his own.

A mere mortal’s body was submerged by the pouring cascade of lightning; his skills barely made contact, immediately nullified by the power of the thunderbolts, unable to touch Ye Hanjun’s body.

"Impossible! This emperor has a Divine Enthronement body, but how could a broken, dead bow have such defensive power?"

The Jester Emperor went from shock to madness, his ten fingers operating in unison, hundreds of rainbow beams heedlessly launched.

With every passing moment, the power of the lightning increased, and if he delayed any longer, his chances grew slimmer.

If he were to be killed here by a human and a broken god, all his lifelong efforts would become a joke.

"To death with you, emperor!"

"Hiss, hiss! Hiss, hiss, hiss!!"

Finally, the rainbow beams broke through the deluge of lightning, successfully hitting Ye Hanjun’s left thigh.

In just a moment, the left thigh vanished.

Ye Hanjun’s Divine Soul churned, spewing out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if the world was overturning, his tattered body like a punctured balloon desperately leaking the fire of life.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!!"

Several more swift rainbows passed by, and Ye Hanjun’s arms exploded, his chest and back as if struck by a hammer, his organs shattered, with his heart’s pulse cut off.