Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 160

As everyone was participating in the Trials on the island, a slightly ethereal figure stood in the courtyard on the other side of the mountain, quietly observing the scene reflected in the pond.

With a bun hairstyle, appearing to be about forty years old, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, sporting a goatee, with sword-like brows and deep-set eyes that seemed as vast as the sea, radiating an aura of an Immortal like it was second nature.

The first master of Fallen Immortal Island, Liu Huangshu!

However, this was not Liu Huangshu’s true form, but rather a fragment of his Divine Soul left behind on Fallen Immortal Island. This served as a sort of spiritual overseer for the Trials, and it would remain until a new master was confirmed.

At this moment, Liu Huangshu was closely observing the scene reflected in the water, absentmindedly stroking his beard and occasionally expressing admiration.

“While I expected the cultivation environment for future generations to be poor, I didn’t anticipate that this batch of testers would have such low Cultivation Levels. Thankfully, when I set the rules back then, I didn’t put much weight on levels.”

“Recalling the mode of this stage, it was something I painstakingly created, and as for those excessive requirements I left behind, if one’s will isn’t resolute enough and only focuses on appearances, clinging to that pitiful self-esteem, then how can such a person hope to inherit Fallen Immortal Island and lead the Kunlun Realm to break free from its struggles and become powerful?”

“Looking at it now, many are willing to go all out, which I’m quite satisfied with…”

Liu Huangshu smiled, but suddenly he seemed to notice something, and his smile faded, replaced by deep astonishment.

Before him, a striking young man with silver hair was advancing at an absurd speed, and judging by the expression on his face, it looked like he was just strolling in his own yard, devoid of any urgency.

“Wait a minute, why can he move forward sixty spaces every time?” Liu Huangshu double-checked, his eyes bulging and mouth agape.

Because he saw that the young man rolled a dazzling sixty on the dice each time.

This wasn’t some cheating or a mistake in the Trials.

Only Liu Huangshu knew that this was a little twist he purposely left behind. Testers had a one in a thousand chance to roll a sixty!

The intention was to filter out those with great Luck/Fortune, after all, luck is a form of strength as well.

But the issue was, this silver-haired youth rolled a sixty every single time!

Could this luck be exaggeratedly good?

After all, it was a one in a thousand chance!

Sixty, sixty, sixty…

Watching the young man racing ahead like he was blessed, quickly climbing from the very bottom to the middle ranks, Liu Huangshu found it utterly baffling and began to doubt the mechanism of the Trials.

Clatter.

The dice continued to spin, yielding another sixty.

Seeing this, Ye Junlin let out a helpless sigh, “Oh man, this is getting out of hand.”

No matter how he changed his posture when rolling, he always ended up with sixty!

At this moment, the surroundings were already in a frigid environment, icy cold, with snowflakes swirling. The bone-chilling cold left many testers shivering, their breath visible in the air, after all, they were only at the Qi Refining stage.

“Oh look, there’s a golden treasure chest here, let’s see what’s inside,” Ye Junlin gently opened the chest, and a brilliant white light burst forth.

Suddenly, a winged creature, entirely snow-white, with skin crystallized like ice, two prominent horns, and a dragon-like head flew out, emitting a resounding Dragon Roar.

“Hmm?”

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow, thinking this creature might be a threat. Just as he was about to act, an ancient line of text appeared before him, automatically translating the meaning in his mind.

“Congratulations! This is the flying pet, Frostwing Dragon, which can help testers traverse the snowy mountains effortlessly!”

Then, the Frostwing Dragon obediently lowered itself, inviting the silver-haired youth to hop on.

“Is this for real? Nice, nice.”

Ye Junlin leaped onto the dragon’s back, patted its head, “Alright buddy, let’s roll.”

“Roar!”

The high-pitched dragon roar echoed.

The Frostwing Dragon flapped its wings vigorously, tail swishing, soaring down the path while quickly leaping across spots.

“Woohoo, let’s take off~”

Ye Junlin rode the Frostwing Dragon, embodying a dragon knight, pointing his finger high above and shouting loudly.

Meanwhile, a group of testers stranded in the icy map, still braving the biting cold, suddenly heard a familiar voice. They looked up, stunned, “Ye… Senior Ye?”

The crowd saw the Frostwing Dragon flapping its wings, diving rapidly from the sky, with a tall, handsome young man standing on its broad back. His silver hair danced wildly in the wind, creating quite a visual impact.

At that moment, at the very front of the icy map, a cool man in a white robe, with a flowing cloak, his hands clad in icy blue boxing gloves, was engaging in a close-quarters battle with the blocking Snow King.

This large Snow King had a golden crown atop its head, sapphire-like eyes, a long carrot nose, distinct rosy cheeks, a rotund belly, and wielding a stick-like weapon topped with an ice cream.

Bang, bang, bang~!

The furious icy blue punch marks swept through like a storm, catching the Snow King off guard, even knocking its crown askew.

Eventually, its massive body slowly collapsed, transforming into twinkling star points in the air.

Xue Wuhen exhaled heavily, watching the icy blue boxing gloves on his hands, a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Who would’ve thought that the renowned white-robed sword immortal wouldn’t be able to use his sword and had to rely solely on his fists to settle battles here.

What a feeling…

Who understands?!

That’s right, everyone had to use magical artifacts during the Trials, and Xue Wuhen had obtained these Frostboxing Gloves along the way. Unfortunately, he had to fight this Snow King, which had transformed from a statue, forced into battle.

Fortunately, he had learned boxing from a young age, and paired with this magical artifact, he was able to defeat this formidable Snow King.

Strangely enough, at the moment the Snow King fell, he heard a strangely pleasant melody echoing by his ear…

“It seems that ahead is Flame Mountain. I feel a bit ashamed; from the start to now, I’ve put in my all, but can only rank in the upper middle.”

“Truly no advantage at all, it’s all thanks to luck.”

Xue Wuhen revealed a bitter expression; it was his first time feeling so frustrated.

“No way, no matter what, I have to clear this stage! After all, compared to those I left behind, I Xue Wuhen am still way ahead!”

Xue Wuhen gathered his spirits, rolled the dice, and luckily landed on six.

With a slightly smug grin, he prepared to move six spaces and exit this snowy map.

Suddenly, a deafening Dragon Roar reverberated from behind, startling Xue Wuhen into turning around, his pupils almost shrinking as he instinctively blurted out:

“Grass!”

As that word fell, the Frostwing Dragon raced at lightning speed to the very edge of the snowy terrain, then vanished into twinkling star points.

A young figure, elegant and poised, landed gracefully, radiating an effortless charm that resembled a celestial being.

Ye Junlin stood on the ground, gazing at the towering Flame Mountain in front of him, a curious expression on his face, “This new map is quite impressive.”

“Senior Ye, you…” Xue Wuhen stood frozen in place.

Ye Junlin turned his head and noticed the white-robed man standing a few rows behind like a wooden figure, waving casually, “Oh, what a coincidence, you’re here too.”

Xue Wuhen stiffly nodded, his mind recalling that mighty figure riding the dragon, unable to help but say, “Senior Ye, you came out so fast.”

As soon as those words left his mouth.

Ye Junlin’s brows furrowed.

Why does that sound so off?

“Keep up the good work, I’m heading out first.” Ye Junlin shook his head and prepared to roll the dice.

Watching the silver-haired youth exit the icy map ahead of him, Xue Wuhen narrowed his elongated eyes, a strong desire to compete rising inside him.

So what, does that mean he could leave me far behind?

Senior Ye, you’re overestimating yourself!

Just as Xue Wuhen was about to challenge Ye Junlin to an exhilarating competition, the following sight almost made him pop his eyes out.

Before him, Ye Junlin casually rolled the dice, and the result was a glaring sixty!

“Hiss—!!”

Confirming he wasn’t seeing things, Xue Wuhen leaned back, gasping in disbelief.

Ancestors above, how could the dice show sixty?!

Could my dice be fake?

Xue Wuhen was filled with questions, watching Ye Junlin swiftly leave, that progressively receding back was intensely lonely.

Looking at his own rolled dice, which only showed six, Xue Wuhen felt it wasn’t so great anymore.

How laughable, he had just contemplated a competition with the Senior.

What could he compare it with?

The other guy just rolled a casual sixty!

He only had six?!

What a joke!

“I’m telling you, can you at least show a bit of skill? Look at other people’s dice, then look at yours! The best you can do is six!”

In the end, Xue Wuhen simmered with frustration, casting an exasperated glare at the dice in hand.

Dice: “……”