One could say he was the successor of the Asura King.
Compared to the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk who had perished earlier, his relationship with the Ye Clan was even more intricate, almost reaching the depth of blood being thicker than water.
"Big guy, rest easy."
"After a lifeti of toil, you can finally think of nothing and sleep well."
"This must be the most comfortable sleep, you will have many beautiful dreams, and in the end, you will definitely descend into Hell smoothly!"
Descending into Hell—for the children of the Abyss, it signified the most sincere, the purest blessing.
Little GuaGua, who had learned such customs early, pressed his palms together and prayed earnestly.
Huazhu also slightly bowed, holding up her Witch’s Skirt in a shallow curtsy.
As a Fond Spirit of the Witch, even though the elents and bloodlines they controlled were vastly different, this respect was not sothing they needed to deliberately conceal.
"Ye Hanjun..."
"Yaya... Yaya said... stay away from that coffin... do not get close..."
Mo, who acted as a leg accessory, had never understood the way of manners.
He extended a tentacle, pointing at the golden coffin’s location, foolishly trying to drag Ye Hanjun backwards.
"What else did he say?" Ye Hanjun asked, his eyes showing surprise.
During the calamity, the Cataclysmic Crow Master had kept silent, showing no signs of wanting to help.
How could it be that coming to the forbidden land of the Blood Sorcerer Clan, he had actually spoken, actively communicating with Mo.
"No..." Mo stuttered, "Yaya... Yaya just said one thing, and then fell asleep again."
"Yaya wouldn’t deceive , let’s leave quickly, don’t stay here anymore..."
"Big Tadpole!"
GuaGua, rarely joining in the conversation, scrunched up his little face and said:
"The central jade coffin, burying the immortal remains of a divine spirit, I think it’s aweso, such a pity."
"But this golden coffin on the left, it’s really weird, slling the putrid mist, I also feel nauseous, it disgusts my soul."
"Could it be another Evil Beast?" Goose Immortal glanced over, "Being buried next to a divine being, it could be so fallen Demon God."
"There’s sothing off about this place, seriously off."
"Human Master, in your current state, this Immortal advises you to stay out of trouble, stop exploring taboos and secrets."
"You’ve already ddled in enough murky waters, deal with things one at a ti, focus on healing, focus on advancing to the Seventh Rank, everything else is unimportant."
"I know."
Ye Hanjun nodded slightly:
"I had heard bits and pieces of information before, an Elder in the clan had ntioned, the three divine coffins of the Blood Witch God, one for personal use, one shared with clan mbers."
"Another has been used for a long ti to seal sothing."
"Could it be that it’s not remains inside, but sothing alive?"
Goose Immortal shuddered his wings, growing more apprehensive:
"That’s even worse, the Witch God is dead, if the filthy thing inside escapes, the Blood Sorcerer Clan won’t be able to handle it, in the end, your Ye Clan will have to clean up the ss."
"You really are allies, truly brothers in adversity."
"No way, facing such a disaster in this state, I haven’t yet joined the ranks of high-level Fond Spirits, it’s so damn frustrating, I’m completely stifled..."
The Goose Immortal, muttering and cursing, had no idea if he was complaining about Ye Hanjun or cursing the Heavenly Dao, pouring out his emotions in a barrage.
Ye Hanjun let out a long sigh, turned around, and walked toward the bright area without looking back.
Opposite the direction of the three divine coffins, there lay a very long blood-red road.
Bloodflowers of various sizes blood on both sides, each a very ancient species, eerie yet beautiful.
"You’re awake."
The bland Witch language, like the emotionless whisper of a young girl.
Just as he crossed the road and passed through the blood-red door at the end, the suffocating pressure had just slid off his heartstrings when a completely different sense of heaviness surged forth.
"I have seen the Goddess."
Ye Hanjun courteously perford a ritual.
The creature stationed near the door looked like a princess from a kingdom at first glance.
She wore an elegant, simple blood-red dress. Each fold, line, and dot was just right, catching the eye.
Along the edge of the skirt, bunches of blooming blood-red embroidery, deeper in color and heavier in texture, conveyed a touch of history and story mingled together.
Ye Hanjun couldn’t see her feet but could spot a pair of arms, half-hidden under the sleeves of her dress, fair as snow, dazzlingly white.
And atop such a delicate body, a misty veil obscured a stunning face; a lifeless blood cap concealed the fluctuations of life.
Divine Trace Lineage—Blood Witch Goddess!
She was the progeny of the Blood Witch God and his pureblood descendant, a life form belonging to the Ghost Lamp Abyss’s supre royal family, just like the core mbers of the Ye Clan!
"Eighty years... you occupied the silver coffin for a whole eighty years."
"I have a clan mber who accompanied for at least eight thousand years to vacate a spot for you, yet they did not get a second chance at renewal..."
The Ancient Witch language of the Blood Witch Goddess still lacked any emotion.
But Ye Hanjun distinctly felt his blood accelerate, briefly thrown into disarray.
"Buzz—"
The Cross Thunder Sword, which hung like an ornant behind him, suddenly emitted a deafening roar.
As the tip of the sword burst into a brilliant blue light, a thin and faint sword light, as if cutting through layers of waves, decisively slashed forward.
"Clang!"
The Blood Witch Goddess made no move, yet a thin blood line appeared in front of her.
She remained unscathed—the sword light had disappeared.
The thunderous sound intensified suddenly, and just as he was about to unleash a second strike, Ye Hanjun, with a furrowed brow, grasped the hilt of the non-existent sword, and the Thunder Sword instantly quieted.
"I’m very sorry, I occupied an important resource of the nobility."
Ye Hanjun showed a trace of regret, slightly bowing his head:
"Where are my clan mbers? Could you arrange for to et them?"
"I regret to say."
The Blood Witch Goddess slowly rose, her bland voice mixing with a strange cadence:
"A grand hunt is about to comnce, and you will enter the ga as a Hunter."
"Until that day arrives, you are not permitted to leave this place—that’s what your clan mbers stated."
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