Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 120

Ye Junlin: “????”

Honestly, I’m a bit stunned. In most people’s minds, the Immortal Realm is the ultimate destination for all cultivators, and countless cultivators spend their entire lives trying and failing to cross tribulation and become immortals, let alone reach the Immortal Realm.

But now, someone is claiming that the Immortal Realm might actually be destroyed in the future? If this news gets out, it would definitely be laughed at by countless cultivators who would think someone has lost their marbles!

But the real kicker is, the person sharing this news isn’t just any cultivator—it’s the leader of the Buddhist Sect, the current Abbot of the Hanging Temple!

So, the credibility of this claim just shot up!

Ye Junlin’s expression shifted with doubt as he cautiously asked, “Is this truth a confirmation or just gossip?”

Xuyun was taken aback, “What do you mean, Ye benefactor?”

“I mean, where did you get this news? After all, you’re not an immortal; you’re just hanging out in the Eastern Domain. How do you know what’s going on in the Immortal Realm?”

Ye Junlin posed his questions seriously.

“Xuyun, don’t be telling tall tales. The Immortal Realm is perfectly fine; how could it possibly be destroyed? Where did you hear this news? If the Immortal Realm truly faced doom, the seniors who ascended from the Hanging Temple wouldn’t remain silent!” Elder Longxiang clearly didn’t buy it and questioned him.

But Elder Qingjing seemed to have thought of something and looked shocked. “Wait, could it be that those seniors…”

Xuyun sighed, a serious expression in his eyes. “Exactly. Two years ago, a senior in the Immortal Realm used supreme secret techniques to send me a dream, revealing that the situation in the Immortal Realm is worsening. Many immortals have fallen from the stars, and even the supreme beings of the Immortal Realm are struggling to cope; many of their worlds have perished or fallen. The Kunlun Realm will soon be affected, so I urge the monks of the Hanging Temple to prepare.”

“What?!”

Everyone gasped in shock.

If that’s true, then not only is the Immortal Realm doomed, but the Kunlun Realm could be in trouble too!

“Hey, old bald donkey, are you just talking nonsense?” Li Wujie said skeptically, reprimanding him.

“Could it be that the rumors I heard long ago were true…” Hong Qianye said, her heart shaken as she muttered.

Back when she reached immortality in the Central Region, she had heard vague whispers in circles about potential upheaval in the Immortal Realm, but most, including herself, dismissed it as nonsense.

After all.

Every being that stepped onto the path of cultivation, regardless of their race, has always believed that the Immortal Realm is untouchable; no changes could ever occur, even after countless eons.

So, hearing that the Immortal Realm might be destroyed was, to everyone, utterly ridiculous!

But now that the Abbot of the Hanging Temple said it, Hong Qianye began to reconsider.

The Hanging Temple is a sacred site of the Buddhist Sect in the Eastern Domain, part of the prestigious Undying Path. Over the years, how many ascended beings have come from their meditation?

This ancient authority has legitimacy in the Immortal Realm!

Thus, its credibility is quite high!

Xuyun shook his head, bitterly stating, “When a person is about to die, their words may carry wisdom. Besides, I have no reason to deceive you all. I just had to speak out for my own peace.”

“If that’s the case, where should all the countless beings in the Kunlun Realm go?” Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing cried out in despair, their voices filled with desperation.

Everyone fell into silence, their hearts clouded with gloom.

But there was one person who stood out as the exception.

“It seems things really are changing; this is getting more interesting by the moment…” Ye Junlin stroked his chin, intrigued.

Considering the Star Gate he saw earlier and the commotion from the Underworld Abyss creatures, he sensed this might relate to the calamity facing the Immortal Realm.

Just think—what kind of formidable force would be threatening the very safety of the Immortal Realm?

Fortunately, the stronger the enemy, the stronger he becomes. He didn’t need to worry about his cultivation; in fact, he felt a bit of excitement!

Xuyun looked gloomy.

Why was this guy oddly excited?

By normal logic, shouldn’t he be filled with worry?

After all, when Xuyun first learned this news, his face was filled with despair and confusion; the terror of the unknown was beyond words to express.

Clearly, Ye Junlin’s reaction shattered Xuyun’s past understanding.

It felt like this silver-haired young man’s way of thinking was completely different from anyone he had encountered before; it couldn’t be viewed through the lens of ordinary perception!

Not only did he not feel fear, but he also seemed eager to face it head-on, almost like he wanted to take on the challenge.

This kind of attitude, of challenging the heavens and embracing the thrill of fighting the path, was indeed rare in the entire cultivation world.

No wonder this man’s power was so terrifying; he was strong beyond comprehension.

First, from a mindset perspective, he and the opponent weren’t even on the same level!

With that thought, Xuyun, who had previously been puzzled, suddenly felt at ease, revealing a satisfied smile as he looked back at Ye Junlin with deep admiration.

“Hmm?”

Ye Junlin was puzzled. Why did this old bald donkey look at him like that?

It felt a bit off!

“Hehe, don’t think that by putting on a brave face, I’ll let you off the hook. Whether you repent or atone, you will certainly die today!” Ye Junlin held the Cangyuan Sword, pointing it at the seated old monk, the blade shimmering coldly.

His tone brooked no argument; there was not a hint of mercy!

Xuyun calmly gazed at Ye Junlin and said seriously, “Ye benefactor, I’ve said it before—I haven’t thought of avoiding punishment; this is my reckoning. But, please, can you consider my disclosure of this news and let me end my own life? Someone as deeply sinful as me doesn’t deserve to die by your sword.”

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised by the man’s calmness.

“Alright, go ahead and take your own life!”

“Amitabha, Ye benefactor is truly a great kind person.” Xuyun’s gaze showed a hint of gratitude, sincerely saying.

Ye Junlin smirked, “You weren’t saying that when you were leading the effort to smear my name.”

That change of tone was pretty quick!

“Cough, cough, my fault, my fault.” Xuyun’s face turned awkward.

He glanced at his two old partners, reminiscing about the days they fought alongside each other. In hindsight, the whole process was a mix of pain and joy—those were the most pure moments he spent away from power struggles.

“I’m sorry; I’ve gotten you all involved.”

Xuyun felt a deep regret, eventually putting his hands together, resolute to face death.

Countless memories flashed in his mind, like scenes in a lantern procession.

From initially joining the sect to reaching the pinnacle, diverging from the original ideals of the Hanging Temple, secretly engaging in dirty deeds, he had caused the deaths of too many innocent beings; surely a deep sin that could never be washed away. Later, after being defeated and waking up, he could only regret it all too late.

In the end.

A single image remained, that of a serious, stern face who wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense, whose only criteria were good and evil!

“Master, I was wrong…” Xuyun tearfully closed his eyes, murmuring.

Before everyone’s gaze.

At that moment, the current Abbot of the Hanging Temple, the spiritual leader of all zen practitioners, the legendary head of the Three Saints, slowly brought his hands together, self-immolating, transforming into a shattered sacred relic.

“Xuyun…” His two companions were heartbroken.

“Abbot!”

The Hanging Temple plunged into profound sorrow, all disciples and elders weeping uncontrollably, feeling as if the sky had fallen.