Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 107

The vast, pitch-black cliffside, towering like it was carved from rock and lumber, wound majestically with an imposing presence.

But if you ventured deeper, you’d start encountering increasingly horrifying sights that would shatter your worldview. The timid would probably drop dead on the spot, foaming at the mouth from fright.

Bones piled high on both sides, and in the middle, a carpet made of human skin. The muddy ground was mixed with blood and flesh, with human tendons hanging gruesomely from tree branches, swaying gently in the wind…

The air was thick with the stench of blood, making this place feel like a hellish pit compared to the vibrant spring outside!

All around, little demons flitted about, exuding a heavy aura of malice, the fog thick with their presence.

But the strangest sight was this peculiar bunch of misshapen demons, all dressed in various monk robes, wearing prayer beads on their wrists, mimicking the behavior of monks, and greeting each other with “Amitabha Buddha” and the occasional Buddha quotes.

At first glance, it seemed novel, but given the ominous and terrifying environment, it immediately sent shivers down your spine, amplifying the feeling of fear.

And here it was—Hanging Mountain!!

In the valley.

A pile of white human skulls resembled a small hill, with a massive black bear sitting cross-legged on top, its forehead adorned with a golden headband, its shiny black fur glistening, draped in an oversized red kasaya, eyes closed as if in deep meditation.

Around it were incense burners, with curling smoke creating an oddly unsettling vibe in this eerie environment.

“Master of the Mountain, as you commanded, the disciples have already gone to persuade the various nations. By the birthday banquet in five days, we should have gathered sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six young boys and girls!”

A figure clad in colorful feathered robes appeared, sporting a few chicken feathers on its head, a sharp beak, and hands pressed together in respect.

Its true form? The Colorful Chicken King!

And it also held the title of one of the Four Great Vajra of Hanging Mountain!

At this moment, the black bear essence remained unmoved, sitting silently like a statue, resembling a Buddha idol, receiving the worship of incense.

The Colorful Chicken King understood the cue and was about to step back.

Suddenly.

Another towering figure, resembling an iron tower, appeared. Its monk robes were wide open at the chest, revealing a muscular torso, with curved, sharp bull horns on its head, and nostrils adorned with nose rings—its skin a magma-like red, unbreakable.

A deep voice rumbled like thunder, shaking the gravel beneath their feet.

“Master of the Mountain, news has arrived! The monk soldiers who attacked Joyful Kindness Nation’s Wu City have been completely wiped out. It is said that at the time, a massive beast appeared in the sky, swallowing all the monk soldiers whole before soaring away.”

This was the Red Bull King, the leader of the Four Great Vajra!

“Amitabha~”

The black bear essence slowly opened its eyes, with a sinister glint, making it hard to look straight at them.

It spoke in a calm, emotionless tone, “Could there be another great demon in this far western land?”

“Master, there shouldn’t be! I, along with Second Brother, Third Brother, and Fourth Brother, have been here for thousands of years, knowing this place inside and out. Before you arrived, we were each kings, with the highest cultivation! Plus, we’ve never seen any other great demons roaming around!” The Red Bull King puffed out two jets of smoke from its nostrils and replied solemnly.

“Well, I think it must be an outsider demon! Not local!” The Colorful Chicken King chirped habitually, speaking seriously.

Two hundred years ago, the Four Great Demonic Kings each carved out their territories, and this arrangement lasted for several millennia. It wasn’t until the black bear essence appeared that they were brought under its command, rebranding themselves as the Four Great Vajra.

The black bear essence spoke coldly, “By what you say, even if that massive creature is an outsider, why is it specifically targeting the monk soldiers? Why not just go for the entire population of the city? It’s clearly opposing us at Hanging Mountain!”

“Yeah, what glaring stupidity! Daring to offend Hanging Mountain!” The Colorful Chicken King said angrily.

Since Hanging Mountain was established, it had consolidated the demonic forces of the far western land and absorbed monks fleeing from various nations, making it incredibly powerful, enough to take on the alliances of the thirty-six nations!

Most importantly, its leader, the black bear essence, still had connections with the Hanging Temple abbot. Just consider that background—who in the entire Buddha State would dare provoke them?

But now, there were indeed foreign demons brazenly challenging them!!

They must not know whose fists are the hardest here, huh?

Just then, a frantic voice cried out from outside, “Master! Bad news! An unidentified demon clan has invaded Hanging Mountain!”

“My Buddha is merciful~”

The black bear essence shot out a frosty glare, speaking slowly, “Come with me to welcome this distant friend who has come to congratulate us.”

The calm words belied a chilling murderous intent.

“Yes, Master!” The Red Bull King and the Colorful Chicken King followed, faces bristling with killing intent.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted within Hanging Mountain.

From far across the horizon, an overwhelming pressure began to spread, and a dark spot was rapidly growing, bringing with it an intense sense of dread.

“These vile creatures have actually mutilated living people like this!” Li Wujie glared angrily, his divine sense sweeping through the horrifying scenes below, clear as day.

Ye Junlin chuckled coldly, “Hanging Mountain, from today onward, will no longer exist.”

Kunpeng continued winging forward, recklessly releasing an aura befitting a king, dominating all life beneath.

Above the valley, two figures flickered into existence—one resembling an antelope, the other a rotund black pig—these were the White Ram King and the Black Pig King, two of the Four Great Vajra.

The black bear essence soared through the clouds, one hand raised to its chest, its vibrant kasaya billowing, with a calm expression, “What’s the situation?”

“The Master, the enemy approaches with great force,” the other two demon kings replied, looking grave.

“Hmph, if they dare to come, I’ll crush them with one blow!” The Red Bull King shouted.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! That’s my big brother’s strength!” The Colorful Chicken King said excitedly.

Being called a demon king meant they were all at the Transformation Stage.

And their captor, the black bear essence, was at the Fusion Stage, known as the Demon Emperor among demonkind.

Above the Demon Emperor was the Great Ascension Stage Demon Lord!

“Look! It’s the Master and the Four Great Vajra!” The demons below erupted in cheers, suddenly filled with confidence.

Hanging Mountain dominated the far western land today, not regarding anyone. Since there was a foreign demon clan challenging them, they’d make sure it wouldn’t come back!

As that overwhelming pressure surged, the demons went from frenzied yelling to utter silence, each one gripped with fear.

Until Kunpeng approached, its supreme might sending chills down the spines of the demons.

“Master, this…” The once-boastful Four Great Vajra were now drenched in cold sweat, their faces painted with fear.

Gazing into Kunpeng’s eyes, which blazed like suns, the black bear essence could no longer maintain its composure, trembling in disbelief as it stammered, “A-are you here for some business?”

The look of the other party gave it an instinctive feeling of dread.

Especially since it couldn’t gauge their cultivation level at all!

Boom!

Kunpeng flapped its wings, unleashing its full cultivation without reservation, enveloping the entire Hanging Mountain in its might, freezing the plants in place, as if time had stopped.

“What the hell!”

The Four Great Vajra were so terrified they fell to the ground with a thunderous crash.

The black bear essence was no different, crashing down from the clouds, staring in disbelief, head spinning, muttering, “Is that a Tribulation Stage Demon Emperor?!!”

Amitabha Buddha, what have I done to provoke a Demon Emperor?!!