Ascension

The rough and heroic voices of the bears, centaurs and horses echoed between heaven and earth.

As this voice fell, outside the altar, the gazes of children ranging from half a man tall to white-haired elders gradually became bolder.

Including those at the altar, everyone ignored Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying from the beginning. Is it because they have low status and are not qualified to compete with others?

No, it is not.

The moment he returned to Sunless City, Lord Yehan was the absolute center of attention.

His red hair is like a sword, pointing straight into the sky.

His eyes are as bright as a torch, imitating the angry eyes of a vajra, commanding the whole world.

The blood scar on his forehead is like the dawn light, bright and dazzling, brilliant and brilliant.

How could we turn a blind eye to this vision? It was just deliberately ignored and no one mentioned it first.

Now, we have a general understanding of the situation of the other returnees.

Even if there are some unclear details, it is not worth mentioning.

Who is left? Who else is a heavyweight? This desire for the truth is as gripping as head-scratching.

"An ancient stranger, with two eyes and four pupils. He was born sacred and died immortal. He has always been ordered by the emperor..."

"Even though we are separated by a defensive barrier, we can feel that His Highness Han Jun is completely different from the past."

"Obviously, he had a wonderful encounter in the tomb. The sun was rising and the clouds were rising. The changes were so great that it is difficult to describe them in words."

There was an elder with a cane and bright eyes, muttering to himself.

Several others echoed, full of suspicion:

"At first, if I weren't standing next to His Highness Liu Ying, I really couldn't believe that this was His Highness Han Jun."

"Did he take an extremely rare ten-thousand-year elixir, related to fire or blood attributes?"

"Otherwise, how could there be such a disparity in appearance? It's really puzzling..."

The noisy conversation intensified.

In contrast, the interior of the altar seemed like the eve of a storm, everything was quiet and suffocating.

Mingming is also a young king, and he has been promoted to the 7th rank and became an S-class "Eternal Night Angel".

But no one paid any attention to Ye Liuying, they just pretended that she didn't exist and subconsciously ignored her.

Ye Aobai, Ye Buqun, Ye Xien, Ye Lingwu...

No matter where he was, all eyes were focused on Lord Ye Han.

"Jun Han, would you like to share what happened to you in the tomb?"

A soft whisper, like a mother's advice.

Ye Shu stood in the glow, her hair fluttering like an elegant lotus, and there was a little expectation and a ray of dawn in her eyes.

"I……"

Ye Hanjun moved his lips and just uttered a word.

Above the sky, blue electric light surged and roared, like a flashing waterfall flying down 90,000 feet. The raging current hit the translucent barrier wantonly, and the harsh sound vibrated like a needle poking the ear.

Ye Shu's expression changed and he suddenly looked up at the sky.

The female fish behind her let out a low roar, and when the colorful light overflowed, the entire sky-reaching stone pillar shone like a star river.

"What the hell."

The Ursine cursed and suddenly became silent.

The violent blood energy was released, and the sky-reaching stone pillar guarded by it became crystal clear and dazzling in just a blink of an eye.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!!"

Plastic Behemoth, Golden Roc Sky Fox, Paradise Beast, Pen Fairy... Originally only twelve sky-reaching stone pillars were all lit up, but now, the other twelve are all blooming.

In this way, the manic thunder dissipated.

The ink-colored sea of ​​clouds that initially formed a circle of outline also disappeared slowly like a flash in the pan.

“I didn’t expect that the city defense formation really needs to be activated with all its strength.”

"Xiao Shuzi, you had the foresight to call us here..."

Jinpeng Tianhu breathed a sigh of relief, with lingering fear on his face.

However, before it could slow down for a while, after seeing the strange scene above its head, its heart was in its throat again.

"Look, what is that?!"

At this moment, it is not just the central altar, nor is it just the outside of the altar.

Outside Wuri City, the figures of people and beasts walking on the streets raised their heads one after another, as if they had seen something incredible, and each one was more shocked than the other.

"one eye?"

"blue eyes?"

"Hasn't it been a hundred years since the Bell of Era? The change has been completed. How can there still be disasters appearing in the sky above the ancestral city?"

Panic spread quickly like a tide.

But this didn't last long. A melodious flute sounded and the chaos suddenly stopped.

The human being, whose eyes were filled with fear, felt that his soul had been soothed and his rapid breathing had stabilized.

"This is Sunless City, the ancestral land of my Ye family."

"Even if the Fengshen attacks, we have the power to fight back. Why are we so panicked?"

I don’t know who the messenger is or where he is.

The restless crowd completely calmed down and began to quietly look at the blue eyes above their heads with cautious eyes.

That eye is at least a kilometer in diameter.

It was fixed in the void in a strange way, unaffected by the flow of air, and did not change its orientation from beginning to end.

Its color is so beautiful, dreamy blue, dazzling blue, clearer than the river.

But looking directly into these eyes, one can feel the mystery and depth of the deep sea.

The contracted spirits began to sob unconsciously, and the Ye clan members and Ye clan vassals who were qualified to live in the outer city all covered their chests with awe on their faces.

"It's hard to look directly at... This is the embodiment of the supreme law..."

"Is there a supreme being using mysterious techniques to spy on the entire Dark Lantern Abyss?"

"Think of me, Ming Deng Ye Clan, who has lasted for 120,000 years and is currently in the 130,000th year. After all, I cannot escape the fate of fate. Will we usher in a bloody purge?"

The panic originating from the deepest part of the soul is still spreading among the crowd.

The melodious flute sound continued to echo, and the weak creature's eyelids trembled, and soon fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Guards wearing heavy armor sat on the backs of the beast-like spirits.

They picked up the sleepers with expressionless faces and threw them into the vacant buildings in an orderly manner.

As the initiator of everything, Ye Hanjun stared at the blue eyes in the sky, feeling that his hands and feet were cold, and the blood in his body seemed to be stagnant.

This is still under the protection of the city defense formation.

If he were in an open space without any protection, at the moment he left the tomb, would tens of thousands of thunder and lightning come down with a devastating effect?
And at that time, whether it was death or life, would there be a decision in a matter of seconds?
After thinking carefully, Lord Ye Han saluted Ye Shu solemnly on the stone pillar that reached the sky.

As expected, after the bell of the era rang, the Ye family officially entered a state of war readiness.

As the most important ancestral land, at least twelve Holy Fetuses need to be separated to permanently maintain half the intensity of the formation.

However, the tomb is closed and the tribe returns.

The stone pillars reaching the sky were once again filled with the Holy Fetuses, half of which had never been seen before.

The city defense formation - once again revived in its complete form.

Is this for the sake of other tribesmen? Do other tribesmen need to defend themselves to this extent?
Ye Hanjun asked himself, and he understood from the bottom of his heart that this was unrealistic.

If it weren't for the presupposition that he was still alive, if it wasn't for the suspicion that he might be swallowed up by lightning in an instant, there would be no need to summon twelve additional Holy Fetuses and be so cautious.

"Xiao Shuzi, you should understand that this is not a long-term solution."

There is a monster with a woman's head, a swan's neck, bird's wings, and metal bird claws. It is called a "harpy" and is the holy spirit among monsters.

She opened her mouth wide, like a woman with a long tongue, and chattered:
"This kid has his own mission."

"How can I hide the secrets of heaven from him and block the gaze of heaven for him, even for a moment?"

"Yes."

Another female monster called "Gorgon", who is also a holy beast among monsters, said bluntly:
"Remembering the kindness from the past, we came all the way to help the Ye family."

"Is it really worth wasting twelve Holy Spirit combat units because of this kid, and risking a major event?" Yeshu said nothing, and slowly looked up to the sky.

Then, she showed a slight smile and stood with her head bowed, as gentle as usual:
"What other big thing can be compared to 'creating a miracle'?"

"If I, the Ye clan, could have one person reach the 7th rank with dual powers..."

"How bright will his future be? How important will it be to reflect the ethnic group, like a shot in the arm?"

"False things, nonsense!"

The tempers of the two banshees were obviously violent.

They looked down at the crowd at their feet with a superior gaze, and when they passed by Lord Ye Han, there was a trace of ridicule and pity on the corners of their mouths:

"The king of the bear, centaur, and horse tribe doesn't dare to comment, but we do!"

"Just because this kid is going to do something that will make a difference in the past...it's a big joke!"

"Oh?" A whisper with a long tail, like a ghost's playful ridicule, appeared behind him out of thin air.

The Gorgon turned around suddenly, and thousands of python hairs screamed in unison, as if facing a powerful enemy.

"What if this is what the clan means and not what Yeshu means?"

A gray-haired old woman with a mole on the left side of her face, wrinkles piled together, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits, and she couldn't look down on the look of her pupils.

But how can this not frighten the banshee? Appearing behind him without any warning, if he came with murderous intent, wouldn't he be beheaded before he could even take precautions?
"who are you?"

"We are just kindly reminding you that instead of wasting your efforts, it is better to use your limited resources to make other preparations..."

"The old woman knows." The gray-haired old woman's smile did not fade and she interrupted directly: "So, you can still speak."

"Are you threatening me?" The Gorgon was frightened and angry. The human words she spoke were no longer clear and began to be mixed with more hissing.

"Friend, you come here as an ally of the Ye clan, but you are gesticulating here and questioning our clan's decision-making."

The gray-haired old woman lost her smile, and in her cloudy pupils that gradually widened, there was a kind of indifference and ruthlessness that looked down on the weak:

"If this continues, please leave."

"Don't think that the realm of Holy Saint Xiaocheng is indispensable to my Ye family."

"If I want to kill you, I can kill you with just one breath."

"What's more...when your mother was alive, you didn't dare to talk to me like this."

"A son inherits the blood of his mother, no matter how high the sky is, the old friendship... doesn't matter."

"You...are you Ye Ying? Ye Ying who became a saint in the tenth era of the ancient universe?!"

The harpy suddenly shivered as if she was electrocuted, and said in extreme shock:
"You are actually still alive? How is it possible? I heard that your soul is completely gone and you have fallen completely. How is it possible that you are still alive now?"

"Haha..." The gray-haired old woman smiled casually, "When encountering bad luck, your fate should not be cut off."

"Okay, Xiao Shuzi, activate the teleportation formation and send these children to the palace."

"A new clan meeting is about to be held, and the saints and great elders have already taken their seats."

"As for you, let's hold on to the stone pillar that reaches the sky for now."

"You can also listen if you want to. Divide a ray of soul and send it to the king's palace. This is a very simple operation. You shouldn't need the guidance of the old woman, right?"

The gray-haired old woman glanced at the Gorgon and the Harpy, bent over and hunched over, slowly falling towards the ground.

Ye Shu nodded and signaled Fuyu with his eyes, telling her to abide by the operation of the guardian clan formation and not tolerate any carelessness.

Then, she crushed a jade token.

After a few seconds of brewing, the light in the central altar area suddenly distorted.

When Lord Yehan looked again, he was already standing in a dark place.

The blackness of despair and loneliness is climbing on the soul.

Like a giant trampling on the back of an insect, the overwhelming pressure made Ye Hanlian, Ye Qiuguo and others look anxious and uneasy.

"Jun Yehan, are you promoted to a higher position and no longer in charge of the "Demon Ruler"? "

A beam of white light fell on the top of the head with a clang.

The darkness receded, as if the clouds and mist were parted to see the blue sky. Standing upright, Lord Yehan could vaguely see that this was a magnificent palace.

In front of him, there were at least a thousand steps, each step at least ten meters high.

At the top of the steps, countless thrones are lined up.

Among them, the big one is like a pendulum, and the small one is like the mouth of a cup.

Some are built with ferocious bone spurs, some are forged with cold metal, some are paved with holy bricks... they have different shapes and different auras.

The only thing they have in common is the overwhelming aura of the superior, as majestic as a rainbow, as vast as a wave, turbulent and breathtaking.

"Yes."

Ye Hanjun did not bow his head or salute, but simply responded neatly.

Just now, when the clan protection formation was only half open, he had been enduring the desire to break through.

When he couldn't bear it anymore and was still aroused, the sound of thunder rolled and the electric eyes shocked the world.

Yeshu opened the formation immediately and fully activated it.

But the underworld, the prison robe, the book of life and death, the judge's pen...the laws, heaven and earth, and passive powers derived from the judge of hell are still uncontrollable manifestations.

At that moment, Ye Qiyu, Ye Mochou, and Ye Nishang's gazes from three angles were as sharp as wild beasts.

They looked at him intently and carefully, as if they were meeting him for the first time, and did not change their gaze for a long time.

Until this moment, the three eyes remained scorching.

The gazes of other tribesmen are also fleeting, and they are more attractive than magnets.

"I passed the test of the Young Emperor's Palace and have achieved an early job transfer."

"If we sort by ranking, I am the first young emperor in the second era of the new universe. I should be ranked 71st in the family history to promote the family's destiny."

Lord Yehan's calm and indifferent voice rippled through the palace like ripples.

Under the throne, there was an uproar.

Ye Youlong, Ye Qi, Ye Huan, Ye Ji... Whether they are great elders or elders, most of them are illusory projections, and their true bodies are not here.

But I don't know what secret method was used. They were here to listen and participate in the most important meeting of the clan.

"Jun Yehan...became the Young Emperor?"

"He wasted the precious blood of his ancestors and therefore lost his identity as Young Emperor..."

"You go to the tomb alone and still get the approval of your ancestor? This, what kind of love is this? How could it be like this!"

Doubts, confusion, confusion, and astonishment are like boiling lake water trying to overwhelm the dam.

Lord Ye Han remained silent, but activated the restrained Dharma of Heaven and Earth again.

The magic mist floated above his head, and a majestic and ancient mansion, which looked like a ghost and a glacier, outlined its outline in the mist.

The strange power continued to spread, and illusory shadows seemed to be coming from the other side of time and space.

There are two forms of ghosts, the ones filled with resentment are called ghost soldiers, and the ones filled with evil are called demon generals. They are both evil spirits that symbolize killing and coldness.

They run rampant on the barren land, their pale green pupils flashing with evil desire, and their scarlet pupils flashing with crazy killing intent, as if they want to drag all living creatures into the grave, taste the torture of hell, and never enter reincarnation again. , will never be reincarnated.

"Wow~~~"

The enveloping terrifying vision awakened one of the oldest emotions in the world.

When fear circulates among the crowd, nothing exists except the true self.

Eternal Night, Demon-Sealing Sword Formation, Spirit Realm, Crazy Beast Herds...the dharma world of Ye Liuying, Ye Xien, Ye Lingwu, Ye Mo and others are also out of control and passively activated.

Twisted law ripples surged through the empty palace.

In the end, because the awakened Dharma Realms were too dense and dense, the Dharma Appearances of the three emperors - Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, and Ye Mochou - were also touched, and they were about to come to the world, and suppress all the monsters and ghosts with a destructive attitude.

"Yan!"

On the throne, the Shadow Dragon King roared loudly, and the terrifying dragon roar penetrated dozens of dharma-like worlds.

Everyone who heard the sound trembled in fear. After their shoulders trembled, their eyes looked half-suspicious and half-horrified before slowly calming down.

"It's a pity that you can't become the 71st Young Emperor."

The crisp sound of the heel hitting the ground sounded in an abrupt way.

A female voice that was cool and full of pride moved from far to near, and finally was only an arm's length away from Lord Ye Han.

Ye Hanjun looked sideways, and saw a strange woman who was half a head shorter than her, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. Triangular sky-blue ice cubes were reflected in a pair of dark pupils.

"Brother, you are older than me, but you became emperor a little later, so you should just rank behind me and call us the 72nd generation~~~"

The strange woman smiled playfully, looking like a withered farmland with thousands of flowers in full bloom.

Accompanied by countless gasps, she smiled slightly, lifted a corner of her coir raincoat, like a princess's skirt, and said elegantly and generously:
"Ming Deng Ye Clan, the 71st Young Emperor and Concubine Ye Wen, has met all the clan brothers and sisters." (End of this chapter)