Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 117

“Xuyun, why don’t you team up with me and Longxiang to use that move? If we do, we’ll definitely have a huge advantage,” Elder Qingjing said seriously.

“That’s right! Back in the day, when the three of us combined our powers to unleash that ultimate technique, nothing could stand in our way. We were invincible!” Elder Longxiang said with a solemn expression. “And with this monster being so powerful, I feel that only that technique can suppress it!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow. Could it be that these three still had an ace up their sleeves?

However, instead of agreeing to his companions’ suggestion, Xuyun nearly lost it, yelling, “Get lost! You’d better not expect me to cooperate with you!”

It seemed like something had triggered a bad memory for him.

“Hey, come on!”

Seeing Xuyun like this, the other two partners helplessly shook their heads.

Xuyun glared at Ye Junlin in the center, gritting his teeth, “Ye demon, do you really think adding a couple more of you can take us down?!”

“Why not give it a try?” Just as Ye Junlin’s words fell, he soared into the air with his sword, a sharp sword light flashing as it aimed straight for Xuyun’s forehead.

Xuyun’s pupils constricted, and he whipped his staff, channeling his immense magical power. The staff emitted a brilliance like the sun.

Boom!

Though the sword light was blocked, Xuyun was forced back several dozen feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, an expression of shock etched across his face.

Before, he had teamed up with the other two to face Ye Junlin, using their numbers to their advantage; now he was trying to go head-to-head, only to find himself at a disadvantage with just one clash.

“Brat, don’t get too cocky!” Elder Longxiang swung his magic staff, its shadow flickering in and out, channeling power as it smashed down towards Ye Junlin.

Bang!

Unexpectedly, it was blocked by an ancient bronze coffin, the impact creating a thunderous sound.

Ye Junlin’s clone chuckled coldly, “Your opponent is me.”

“Uh,” Elder Longxiang said, bewildered, a chill running down his spine.

“Longxiang, I’ll help you!” Elder Qingjing raised his hand, his golden bracelet tearing through the void like a spiral, trailing a brilliant arc as it aimed to strike Ye Junlin’s clone.

Its power was so immense that even a perfect tribulation-level cultivator would be ground to blood and mud.

Suddenly, a melodious and clear flute sound echoed through the air, each note coalescing into substance, intercepting the flying golden bracelet.

Zzzzzz~!

The golden bracelet’s force was trapped, unable to budge even an inch.

“Hm?”

Elder Qingjing squinted, noticing a silver-haired youth playing the flute, a mocking smile on his face as he approached.

“Earlier, it was three against one; now it’s one-on-one. Quite fair, right?” Ye Junlin teased, holding his sword.

With that, he moved, sending out a fierce sword Qi slashing toward the Abbot of the Hanging Temple.

“Not good!”

Xuyun’s robe fluttered without wind as he pumped his energy into the ninth-grade mystical weapon staff he held, unleashing boundless Buddha light, his aura sacred and peaceful.

Boom!

A massive clash erupted between the two.

Xuyun’s face twisted in pain as he stubbornly fought back.

“Ha ha, how many of my attacks can you withstand?” Ye Junlin twisted his wrist, unleashing a flurry of deadly sword Qi, blood-red killing intent flowing like mist.

“Pfft!”

After enduring a series of fierce strikes, Xuyun could no longer hold back, spitting out blood, fear evident in his eyes.

His two companions wanted to help but were powerless.

Truth be told, they were barely holding on themselves!

“Pfft!” Elder Longxiang was violently struck back by the Burial Heaven Coffin, spewing blood mixed with internal injuries.

Ye Junlin’s clone, holding the coffin, continued to press forward with an oppressive aura.

Nearby, Elder Qingjing wasn’t faring much better; his proud golden bracelet was held captive by the notes, unable to be utilized.

With no other choice, he had to abandon it, unleashing a spell to attack the flute-playing figure.

Instantly, the flute music grew intense and rhythmic, as if thousands of troops were galloping or millions of lions were crossing rivers.

“What?!”

Elder Qingjing’s expression changed drastically; he felt as if being ripped apart, overwhelming pain flooding his senses.

In his view, an ancient army surged forward, armored cultivators wielding long halberds and swords, riding fiercer beasts as they charged furiously.

The spell Elder Qingjing had cast couldn’t even scratch them; he soon found himself engulfed, stabbed by weapons.

“Ah…”

Defenseless, he let out a scream.

“Qingjing, what’s wrong?!” Elder Longxiang shouted in disbelief, seeing Qingjing act as if possessed, screaming and even injuring himself despite no one touching him…

“Worry about yourself!” Ye Junlin’s clone scoffed, lifting the Burial Heaven Coffin. The ancient bronze coffin shattered the void, striking Elder Longxiang.

Boom!

The magic staff was nearly broken from the impact.

Elder Longxiang’s seven orifices bled, his heart in turmoil.

He couldn’t win; he just couldn’t win!

How could this demon be so powerful?!

Earlier, when they were active in the Eastern Domain, they had never heard of such a figure. Just where did this Xuyun provoke him from?

Once Ye Junlin used One Qi Transforming into Three Purities, the legendary three saints of the Hanging Temple were directly dominated!

The battle had turned!

Sizzle~

Blood sprayed from Xuyun’s chest as he gritted his teeth to hold on.

His robe was torn, and countless wounds covered him, a pitiful sight that lacked the composure of a grand monk.

Looking at the sword-wielding silver-haired youth before him, Xuyun’s heart trembled.

If it weren’t for the constant support of incense power, he might have been slain by now.

“This is the gap between humans.” Xuyun’s face turned ashen.

He was the leader of the Hanging Temple, recognized as the best in the Buddha State!

To die like this—what about all his previous efforts?

As his thoughts raced, the Abbot of the Hanging Temple recalled the times he had endured humiliation, and the moments when he finally climbed to the peak, basking in the worship of the world. His eyes reddened as his expression twisted in anger.

Boom!!

A powerful aura erupted, soaring towards the heavens.

Xuyun was fully committed, shouting, “You two, lend this old monk a hand!”

Elder Longxiang spat out more blood, laughing as he scolded, “Amitabha, if you had this determination earlier, Qingjing and I wouldn’t have suffered so much!”

At that moment, Elder Qingjing was struck by lightning, chanting Buddhist texts, his eyes regaining clarity as he broke free from the illusion created by the flute’s melody.

The next second.

The two quickly formed seals, changing their hand gestures.

Swish!

Then, they transformed into two balls of black and white light, merging into Xuyun’s body.

“Ahhh…” The roar of pain echoed through Vantage Mountain.

“What is this?” Ye Junlin was stunned.

As the two light forms merged, a peculiar figure gradually materialized.

Three heads, three faces, with Xuyun dominating, supported by the other two partners. Six arms, three hands holding the staff, magic staff, and golden bracelet, radiated terrifying energy waves under the infusion of immense magical power.

“Is this the Three Heads and Six Arms?” Ye Junlin recalled hearing about such immortal techniques in his past life, but this merging was clearly different from the traditional concept.

Because this was a fusion of three individuals!

“Xuyun, we’ve finally re-entered your body!” The head on the left exclaimed with excitement.

“Amitabha, back in the day, we three saints of the Hanging Temple were known to be invincible with this technique!” The head on the right sighed.

“C-Could you both keep quiet…” Xuyun, as the leader, was sweating profusely, an agonized look on his face.

This ultimate move fused three spellcasters together, concentrating all their power into one.

But it had a drawback— the leader would endure immense suffering, especially when the other two entered his body; that pain was unimaginable, every second a torment!

Thus, Xuyun had always found it hard to relive those memories, unwilling to use this technique unless absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans!

“Now… I must eliminate him quickly!”

Xuyun’s eyes bulged, the three treasures bursting with brilliant light, as the other three hands formed seals, channeling their power for the spell.

Ye Junlin’s expression was strange; why did this old monk look like he had a serious problem?

Yet feeling the terrifying energy waves ahead, Ye Junlin rarely grew serious.

Swish!

The other two clones flanked him, their gazes sharp.

“Today, it will either be your death or mine!!” Xuyun roared frantically, unleashing his ultimate attack.

That destructive aura made the entire Vantage Mountain tremble.

The earth quaked, the sight was horrifying!

“Kill!”

Ye Junlin combined the power of his other two clones, slashing out a sword light that could split heaven and earth.

Boom~!!!

Everyone was engulfed in a blinding white light, entering a momentary deafness, as if time and space froze altogether.

“Master!” Li Wujie’s scalp tingled, was this the battle between top-tier powers?

“Yikes, I’m going blind!” Bai Xiaoxi instinctively covered their eyes.

The Great Mushroom King trembled all over, “Good lord, the human race is terrifying.”

Hong Qianye breathed heavily, seeming to desperately want to confirm something, “What’s going on?!”

The terrifying energy waves rampaged, the protective array crashing down, shaking the entire Pure Land like an earthquake, alarming countless citizens.

Gradually.

This wave of energy subsided into silence.

The ancient temple was nearly reduced to ruins; those surviving elders and disciples, filled with faith, looked up.

But in the next second, their faces filled with despair as they cried out, “No…”

Once dominating the Eastern Domain, feared by all powers, the three saints of the Hanging Temple now lay bloodied on the ground, their figures disheveled.

Only Ye Junlin’s three clones stood tall in the air, their heads held high, casually saying, “You’ve lost.”