The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 843 - 340: Lord of the Nether Night_2

In everyone’s impression, Ye Yin had always been the one to walk a unique path all alone.

He had no friends, no close relatives, and from skin to bone, he was an old man whose time seemed to be running out at any moment.

But... after the bloodbath washed away, the human body that was revealed actually had a full head of black hair.

A pair of sparkling eyes, shrewd and penetrating.

Skin as clear as jade, even finer than a woman’s.

What’s more exaggerated, the hunched back remembered by all, had completely disappeared.

Now, Ye Yin stood with a back straight as a bear, shoulders broad as a tiger, legs long as a leopard— where was there even a trace of his old shabbiness? He completely resembled a young man of sixteen who had just come of age, in the prime of his youth, possessing an unlimited future and potential.

"I... have restored my young appearance?"

The stunned Ye Yin, took out a section of a sword blade from his storage space, using the shiny sword as a mirror, he carefully examined his appearance.

Then he was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, which could perhaps fit Ye Xien’s head.

"That what, ’Decrepit’ status, it also has space for a job change?"

"What nonsense. Are you trying to become a ’God of Misfortune’? To control the path of destiny... Could that even be possible?"

Not only was Ye Xien astonished; those of the race who slightly knew Ye Yin, were all stupefied.

The most shocked was Ye Mo, who had barely survived to the end, recalling a hundred years of experiences, feeling incredibly fulfilled and lucky.

But at this moment, comparing herself with Ye Yin’s transformation, Ye Mo suddenly felt that her achievements were insignificant, not even half as remarkable as his.

"I did not receive a status infusion... The Ancestor’s Law, could not offer me any help..."

"But sixty years ago I had a faint feeling, the experience points needed for the sixth status, that I had reached a bottleneck."

"Forty years ago, this feeling grew even stronger, if not for being in the great tomb, I would certainly have taken the challenge, attempting new possibilities..."

Ye Yin, caressing his youthful handsome face, murmured as if lost:

"Leaving the great tomb, in an instant, status advancement."

"’Disaster From Nowhere’ is gone, ’Miracle Disintegration’ too is gone... Day by day, month by month, a further advanced status, utterly unlike the past."

"I... am no longer plagued by misfortune?"

"An S-class ’Survivor’, completely rid of misfortune, ascending from hell to heaven, beginning to embrace luck?"

...

It seemed like nonsense, yet a murmured prayer.

In the center of Without-Sun City, around the central altar area, whispers abounded for a time.

Everyone was looking at Ye Yin, eavesdropping on friends to gather his information, one more surprised than the next.

"This person, was extremely unlucky before, nobody wanted to be close to him?"

"Even just adventure with him could lead to calamity; die on a desolate trail, the body gnawed by beasts... An extremely sad end?"

In the midst of the noisy discussions, five ancient words appeared beside Ye Yin, like five commanding talismans tightly encircling his flesh and body.

The younger tribespeople couldn’t make any sense of it, unable to recognize them.

Even the Elders, furrowing their brows, pondered for a long time, equally unable to find the answer.

"Longevity, wealth, health, virtue, a good end..."

"These are the ’Five Blessings’ of mortals, meaning unaffected by disease and disaster; unburdened by poverty and oppression; undisturbed by pain and conflict; untouched by evil and temptation; ungrieved by regret and remorse..."

"This is what mortals wish for in health, wealth, mental state, and the journey of life, no laughing matter."

Ye Shu slowly spoke, her gentle and graceful eyes as always.

As her words fell, she sighed softly, a faint smile entering the eyes of the tribespeople:

"I have a premonition, your future is very exciting."

"After enduring so much suffering, after so many misfortunes, after the storm comes the calm, you shall enjoy the blessings due to all beings, a rebirth from the ashes."

"I... am very confused, still unable to accept this reality."

Ye Yin glanced at Ye Shu, then turned back to look at Ye Hanjun, lowering his head, his cheeks flooded with a bewildered color.

"Hey, which level did you reach, where did you spend those hundred years?"

The burly Ye Long, shouting from hundreds of meters away, asked loudly.

"I was on the 15th level, I spent nearly twenty years."

"The 16th level, nearly forty years."

"The last forty years, I hid in the 17th level, feigning death six hundred and thirty-seven times... Finally enduring till the closure of the great tomb."

"Hiss—"

Ye Long sucked in a breath of cold air, his first reaction was, what nonsense is this kid speaking?

Fifteenth level straight upon arrival, afterwards even went to the 16th and 17th levels.

The closer to the bottom levels, even the Unlimited Foetus roams freely.

A man enveloped in relentless misfortune, along with two Heaven and Earth Stages, how could he have stood firm there?

"He didn’t lie, nor is there any need for him to lie."

Floating in midair, constantly shrouded by a cloud of black mist obscuring her appearance, Ye Nishang spoke in a faint tone:

"I saw him on the 17th level."

"Once, I even helped him piece together his corpse, putting together the missing flesh and tissues."

Rustling— the black mist dispersed, as cold as a snowy mountain, yet as pristine as an ice lotus, Ye Nishang, finally presenting herself in a completely renewed appearance, completely revealed to all eyes.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying, both fixed their gazes to look.

The once ’Eternal Night Angel’, wore a diadem of gold, silver, and jade, ears adorned with beads of heavenly spirit water, chest donned with a purple Demon pendant, wrist secured by a Crystal Life Lock, waist hung with a fragrant sachet of cassia, feet donned in Linglong Treasure Shoes, even her clothes were a colorful silk damask.