Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 115

Crossing Tribulation Stage, known as Virtual Immortal, is just a word away from True Immortal and is a powerhouse revered by countless people in the cultivation world.

Even among the top forces across the five great domains, they exist like living fossils, rarely showing their true strength.

Yet now, several Crossing Tribulation experts have joined forces to attack the Hanging Temple, and among them, four actually come from the same master’s sect!

This is simply outrageous!

The Abbot fixed his gaze on the silver-haired youth ahead, his mind tumultuous like a raging sea.

As the saying goes, great teachers produce exceptional disciples.

Could it be that this demon truly possesses extraordinary vision and remarkable skills in teaching his disciples?

Otherwise, how could he explain that all his disciples successfully cultivated to the Crossing Tribulation Stage?

For other sects, managing to recruit even one is already considered incredible.

But here, there are four of them!!

The Abbot struggled to calm his emotions, his deep-set eyes radiating two beams of cold light as he said coldly, “Ye Demon, do you really think the foundation of my Hanging Temple is merely this?”

With that, he turned to the depths of the Hanging Temple, his tone meaningful as he continued, “Two masters, please join me in vanquishing this man!”

Boom…

As soon as he finished speaking, two terrifying auras erupted from the depths of the Hanging Temple, spreading like a surging sea.

Swish!

Swish!

In an instant, two magical treasures, each carrying terrifying might, soared toward Ye Junlin.

One was a black-and-white staff, and the other was a golden bracelet. At this moment, they seemed to be sentient, gracefully arcing through the air, dragging dazzling light as they attacked Ye Junlin.

“That’s the Demon-Subduing Staff and the Diamond Bracelet!” an elder from the Hanging Temple exclaimed.

These two magical treasures, ranked among the top three treasures of the Hanging Temple, are both seventh-grade mystical tools, having been passed down for over a million years.

“Hmph!”

Seeing these two treasures lock onto him, Ye Junlin’s face darkened as he waved his sleeve, and a powerful force poured out like a raging flood.

The staff and bracelet seemed to be struck by lightning, their auras considerably weakened, but they still launched a fierce attack against him.

The void along their path began to collapse, black-and-white electric lights dancing like snakes entwined with golden brilliance, creating a wondrous yet terrifying sight.

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow, combining his fingers and shouting, “Retreat!!”

Boom!

The two magical treasures flew back, billowing with hot smoke, their forms trembling violently, as if they were mourning.

Swish, swish, the staff and bracelet were drawn back into the hands of the two spellcasters.

On the left was a middle-aged monk wearing golden earrings, standing tall with one hand raised before his chest and gripping the black-and-white staff. His powerful aura hinted at terrifying blood energy and an overwhelming sense of pressure.

On the right was a young monk with a radiant white halo behind his head and a red dot between his eyebrows. His handsome face bore no joy or sorrow, and the golden bracelet floated above his hand, shining brightly.

“Who are those two?” a young monk asked curiously.

Another senior monk recalled something and spoke in awe, “I’ve seen their portraits before; that’s Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing! They were once renowned alongside our Abbot Xuyun and were even hailed as the Three Saints of the Hanging Temple!”

Boom!

The crowd erupted into an uproar.

Upon learning their identities, the morale of all the monks at the Hanging Temple surged, as if they’d been injected with adrenaline.

The Three Saints of the Hanging Temple had, back in the day, a name that shook the Eastern Domain, representing the three strongest retreating masters in all of Zen cultivation.

In their prime, they were unmatched in their respective realms, and most critical was their cultivation of a special martial art. When joining forces, their power would multiply exponentially.

It was during that time that they roamed the Eastern Domain, compelling all powerful figures to submit with their strength, fully establishing the identity of the Three Saints of the Hanging Temple. In the hearts of Zen practitioners, they represented three unconquerable mountains.

Later, the monk named Xuyun succeeded as the Abbot of Hanging Temple, while the other two withdrew from the world to live in seclusion.

Thus, the Three Saints of the Hanging Temple became a thing of the past!

Even so, their past glory still lingered, leading to many places in the Eastern Domain continuing to recount their invincible deeds, causing many knowledgeable cultivation factions to hold the Hanging Temple in great dread.

Because the Three Saints of the past were like the sun at its zenith, their reputation was simply too resounding!

Now, with the reemergence of the other two, the monks of the Hanging Temple were utterly thrilled, akin to crazed fans encountering their idol.

As the current Abbot of the Hanging Temple, Xuyun’s eyes flashed with cold light.

He wasn’t fond of these two, but due to the urgent circumstances, he had no choice but to summon his former partners.

In light of the occasion, Xuyun pretended to feel sentimental upon seeing old friends, saying, “Gentlemen, it’s been a long time.”

“Xuyun, just what kind of demon have you attracted? He can actually repel the treasures of both me and Qingjing with bare hands!” Elder Longxiang’s gaze was piercing, his voice thunderous.

“How tragic and lamentable, after all these years, the Hanging Temple hasn’t faced such a blow. Xuyun, how will you explain this to the deceased Abbot?” Elder Qingjing spoke with pity.

Upon hearing these words, Xuyun’s lips twitched, his old face filled with fluctuating emotions.

Not again!

This familiar feeling!

If he weren’t forced into a corner, he truly didn’t want to see these two!

As his thoughts raced, Xuyun’s bloodshot eyes fixed intensely on Ye Junlin, attributing all his grievances to this person.

Ye Junlin’s gaze flickered.

What’s going on here?

This old bald man seems to have an issue with these two.

“Hehe, looks like you have a serious problem with them?” Ye Junlin said, bemused.

Elders Longxiang and Qingjing were stunned. “Xuyun, is what he said true?”

Xuyun shouted angrily, “Demon, don’t try to sow discord!”

He then made a hand gesture as if summoning something.

Deep beneath Vantage Mountain, a long-sealed treasure staff shook violently, eventually shooting up and floating in the air, surrounded by illustrious Buddha light that exuded great authority.

“This—this is the top treasure of the Hanging Temple, the ninth-grade mystical tool, the Celestial Staff!!” the monks exclaimed in shock.

Holding the staff, Xuyun raised it with one hand at his chest and coldly stated, “To be able to make me go to such lengths, you can consider your death worth it.”

The ninth-grade mystical tool, just one step away from a Magical Artifact, was the supreme treasure of the Hanging Temple.

For years, it had been nourished by the spiritual energy of Vantage Mountain, but now, to cooperate with his two partners in eliminating Ye Junlin, Xuyun outright pulled it out, demonstrating his immense determination.

“Gentlemen, let’s not rush to blame me. With a great enemy at hand, we should unite to defend our orthodox doctrines,” Xuyun advised.

“Good point,” Elder Longxiang nodded, then immediately sprung into action, swinging the Demon-Subduing Staff powerfully.

“Demon, die!!”

The shadows of the staff were overwhelming, dazzling to the eyes.

This was the Demon-Subduing Staff technique, and when paired with the staff, its power was undoubtedly top-tier.

Shiiing~

Meanwhile, a piercing golden light ripped through the void, heading straight for Ye Junlin’s head. Upon closer inspection, it was the Diamond Bracelet enveloped in golden brilliance, covered in ancient Sanskrit.

“Spawn, prepare to die!” Elder Qingjing shouted coldly.

The two advanced in a pincer attack.

Simultaneously, the Abbot of the Hanging Temple swung the Celestial Staff overhead, his whole body radiating golden Buddha light, with a phantom of the Buddha appearing behind him, looking majestic and solemn.

Three fully-realized Crossing Tribulation super-strong experts launched a ferocious assault on Ye Junlin!

Feeling the immense pressure bearing down, Ye Junlin raised his hand over his head, and an ancient-looking flying sword materialized from the void. The blade was covered in ancient symbols, seeming to contain the traces of the passage of time.

Once grasped, the sword emitted a pale glow, dazzling to the point of being hard to look at.

Cangyuan Sword!

“You actually have a ninth-grade mystical tool too?!” Xuyun exclaimed, astonished.

[ Ding! Detected sign-in location: Hanging Temple. Does the host wish to claim the reward? ] At that moment, the system notification sounded unexpectedly.

Well, look who decided to show up; I thought the reward was swallowed up by you!

Ye Junlin let out an internal snort, silently chanting, “Sign in!”

[ Ding! Congratulations, host, sign-in successful. Reward: an awesome Sword Technique, ‘Slaughter Immortal Sword Art’! ]

In an instant.

Ye Junlin’s body trembled, and information about the sword art flooded into his mind.

Instinctively, he subconsciously wielded the Cangyuan Sword.

Boom~

Killing intent surged, all converging at that moment, bursting forth from the Cangyuan Sword with boundless power.

As if under this sword strike, even the immortal beings in the sky would bleed!

“What?!”

The three of Xuyun were struck with alarm.