Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 144

Seeing the young man looking lost and questioning his life, Old Liu spoke in a deep voice, “Saint Son, you’re putting too much emphasis on these useless gains. The truth isn’t what’s important; the key is how you rise to a higher position.”

Chen Xiao forced a smile, “You mean I should go along with your dirtied hands? Engage in this stinky business that leaves a bad legacy?”

He couldn’t understand why a sect as prestigious as the Eastern Domain’s top cultivation sanctum would lower itself to collaborate with the Underworld Abyss beings. Didn’t they fear the consequences and the ensuing backlash?

“Saint Son, you’re unaware that the sect’s cooperation with the Underworld is merely to present a token of loyalty to unseen forces. The so-called righteousness of the Human Race is but an illusion in the face of life and death. This world is about to undergo a tremendous change; we must plan ahead to preserve the Yuhua Sect’s lineage,” Old Liu expressed with a solemn tone.

“What?”

Chen Xiao’s breath caught; the implications of those words were staggering and terrifying to consider.

Could it be that the sect’s actions were, indeed, justified?

Chen Xiao’s mind battled with the confusion, struggling to make a decision.

Old Liu shook his head, “You have great potential; even those several individuals recognize you. Your future is destined for the skies, seeing further and higher. Why limit yourself to this realm? Once you become an immortal ancestor, overlooking all beings, you’ll realize fame and fortune are mere clouds, only power is the truth.”

“I’ve said all I need to. You stay here, and I’m off to unleash carnage!”

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from him, causing the surroundings to shatter rapidly. Old Liu’s hair whipped around wildly; his deep eyes held an ocean of murderous intent as he shot into the skies, collapsing the very mountain itself.

In a flash, he transformed into a dazzling streak, surging toward the Wendaozong.

“Ye Junlin, your opponent is me!” The ancient voice boomed like thunder, imbued with overwhelming battle intent.

Wendaozong.

The coalition of the Dark Clan, Night Clan, and Shadow Clan looked on in chaos, as panicking disciples and elders wore sinister, bloodthirsty expressions.

These Underworld beings were about to unleash a slaughter, blood washing over this ancient sect!

With the Wendaozong eradicated, no force in this region could stop their march!

“Beasts, who dares!” From the depths of the forbidden lands, several experts of the Tribulation Stage emerged—both men and women—true pillars of the Wendaozong, ancient as living fossils.

Seeing the sect face imminent destruction, they all rushed to confront the invaders.

“Hehe, this time we must succeed!”

Sensing the significant threat, the leader of the Dark Clan sneered, producing a Ming Yuan Pill and decisively swallowing it.

Boom!

A powerful aura exploded forth like a volcanic eruption. The leader’s cultivation soared to the peak of the Tribulation Stage, dark purple divine light shooting from his eyes, his face twisted into a vicious grimace, ready to feast on anyone.

The kings of the Shadow Clan and Night Clan also hastened to gulp down their medicinal pills, howling deafeningly, their whole beings enveloped in fearsome energy, all reaching the fullest level of Tribulation.

The few experts from the Wendaozong who emerged were now sweating profusely, their expressions incredulous.

At this moment.

The scales of victory tipped once more.

An Zizai’s face darkened, a deep sense of crisis arose in his heart.

He couldn’t imagine the day the Wendaozong found itself under siege!

“An Sect Leader, a wise man recognizes the times. Perhaps you should consider joining us; your family could survive this catastrophe.”

“Otherwise, there will be no chance for life!”

The short and fat Shadow King said ominously.

“Dad, don’t agree to it! I’m not afraid of dying!” An Miaoyi’s eyes glistened with red.

An Zizai revealed a bitter expression, “Miaoyi, it’s because I’m useless that I can’t protect you.”

He then turned to the short and fat Shadow King, exuding a dragon-like aura, his robe billowing as he filled with determination, gritting his teeth, “Beast, there are no cowards in the An family; we will not bow to you! If it comes to it, we’ll lay down our lives!!”

“Unappreciative of grace, then you shall be buried with them!” the short and fat Shadow King replied coldly.

“Leader!” Fan Dezhen was devastated, but his body twisted with an odd grace, as if he felt out of place in such a grim setting.

Li Wujie and the others wore serious expressions, all ready for action.

After all, outside were over a dozen at the peak of Tribulation, alongside a massive army of Underworld beings; it was bound to be a brutal battle!

At this moment.

Ye Junlin felt quite frustrated.

You bunch of Underworld beings, do you really need to mess with my vibe like this?

Can’t you see I’m still trying to eat?

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in at the Wendaozong; the Cangyuan Sword has successfully upgraded to the level of a Magical Artifact!]

Just then, the system’s prompt echoed in his mind.

“Hey, buddy, sleeping well?” Ye Junlin feigned concern.

[Ding! Thanks for your concern, the sleep is fine!]

“Yeah, right, you think I care about you? Are you waiting for something bad to happen before you can feast again?”

[Ding! Boohoo, I’m heartbroken! How could the host think that? Next time I swear I’ll be timely; I’ll even send four!]

“Ha-ha.”

Hearing the system’s unreliable promise, Ye Junlin felt you might trick someone else, but don’t try that with me.

“Kill!!”

Suddenly, the short and fat Shadow King bellowed, releasing a torrent of black killing intent that filled the entire Great Hall.

The Underworld army outside also launched their assault; a bloody massacre was inevitable.

“No…”

The cultivators of Wendaozong fell into despair.

But just then, clear sword chants echoed like a dragon’s roar, pervading the mountains and rivers in an instant.

Boom!

An overwhelming terrifying aura spread out, leaving only monochrome black and white in the world, as if time and space froze, leaves floated in mid-air, the scene was frozen.

Everyone was petrified, the fear in their eyes about to overflow.

“What’s happening?!”

A dozen Underworld kings were shaken, all looking at the Great Hall, as the source of the aura originated from there.

At this moment.

The short and fat Shadow King was trembling in fear, finally dropping to his knees, stuttering in horror, “This… this is the aura of a Magical Artifact…”

In view, a golden flying sword, shimmering with immortal light, circled around the silver-haired young man as if it were a blazing sun, radiating a sacred and inviolable aura.

Ye Junlin shook his head, “My least favorite thing is being disturbed while eating.”

“Clearly, you’ve crossed a line!”

The short and fat Shadow King’s scalp felt like it was splitting; he never expected a true big shot to be present.

This was the legendary Magical Artifact!

Who below the Immortal realm could contend with it?

“I’m a dead man for disturbing the esteemed one’s meal; we’ll leave immediately and never set foot here again!” the short and fat Shadow King stammered.

“Too late.”

Ye Junlin waved his sleeve.

The Cangyuan Sword shot forward with a whoosh, its brilliant sword light like divine punishment with an unmatched might.

“Ah…”

The scream cut off abruptly.

The short and fat Shadow King’s body was instantly obliterated, unable to resist in any way.

The people in the hall were left dumbfounded.

A perfected Tribulation Stage expert was slain by this young man with a single sword strike!

This is the power of a Magical Artifact!

“How does this guy even have a Magical Artifact?!” Hong Qianye gasped, her breath caught.

As a former immortal, she fully recognized the horrifying potency of a Magical Artifact.

To understand, the life force of a perfected Tribulation Stage is incredibly tenacious; as long as their body isn’t shattered into pieces, they can recover, no matter how severe the previous injuries.

But if struck by a Magical Artifact, healing is impossible. If the wounds are severe, the lingering immortal power could instantly kill them.

Most importantly, Magical Artifacts are exceptionally rare in the lower realms; even the Immortals of the Central Region usually lack suitable Magical Artifacts to use, which is why Hong Qianye was so shocked to see Ye Junlin wield one!

But that wasn’t the end; Ye Junlin’s silver hair whipped wildly as he flicked his finger, softly commanding, “Go!”

Swish, the Cangyuan Sword erupted in dazzling immortal light, trailing a comet-like tail as it sped out of the Great Hall.

“Run, run!”

The leader of the Dark Clan was filled with dread, his whole body froze in terror.

Mounted on a ghostly beast, he tore through the void to escape, but the Cangyuan Sword pierced through his body, and in agonized screams, he felt his life force drain away until death claimed him.

“Everyone, don’t panic! I sense that his cultivation is on par with ours; he must find it strenuous to wield the Magical Artifact—if we unite, there’s still a chance!” one of the Night Clan kings gritted his teeth, forcing back his fear.

“You’re right; we must band together!”

“Kill him, seize that Magical Artifact!”

Under the lead of the kings, the Underworld army burst with overwhelming power, resembling a vast and boundless sea of clouds rolling toward the sacred golden sword.

“Hehe, overreaching yourself.”

Ye Junlin was aware of their scheming, but sadly for them, the magical power within him was hundreds of times that of an ordinary perfected Tribulation Stage, enough to maintain the Magical Artifact for the time being.

Zziing—

The Cangyuan Sword unleashed an astonishing light, cutting through the oppressive, overwhelming black mist. Countless screams erupted; millions of Underworld beings bloodied the heavens, those perfected Tribulation Stage kings didn’t even have time to flee, perishing in despair beneath the sword light.

“Damn it!”

Just stepping into the Wendaozong, Old Liu was ready to go on a rampage, but witnessing this scene almost sent him spiraling into terror, like a startled rabbit turning tail to run.

“This Ye Junlin actually deployed a Magical Artifact!” Old Liu was soaked in cold sweat, his lips trembling, becoming increasingly afraid as he thought about it.

“Old Liu, what’s happening?!” Chen Xiao said, chest tight with anxiety, fear written all over his face as he watched the horrific golden sword light racing out from Wendaozong.

“Don’t ask anything! Hurry and flee!” Old Liu swiftly grabbed Chen Xiao, fleeing for their lives.

“Wait for us!” the accompanying cultivators from the Yuhua Sect cried out in panic, lost in chaos.

Boom, the vast vault of heaven was ripped apart by the sword light; all cultivators in the region looked up, stunned at the radiant light speeding across the sky, rendered pale with shock.

Every major region was affected by this sword, staring in awe at the phenomenon overhead, forever engraved in their memories.

One sword light chilled fourteen regions!!!