Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 192

Underworld Abyss.

The environment is dark and dreary, the atmosphere suffocating.

Inside the Royal Palace of the Underworld, a middle-aged man with green hair cascading over his shoulders and rhomboid scales embedded in his forehead sits calmly on the throne, his eyes closed as if he’s lost in a trance.

“Pfft!”

Suddenly, the middle-aged man’s eyes snap open, his face contorted in pain as blood spills from his mouth, fear flickering in his gaze.

This man is King Dāngyōu!

Recently, King Dāngyōu has been stationed in the palace, controlling his clone adorned with an Underworld Artifact that went to the Arid Province, secretly lurking for the chance to launch a massacre.

Of course, his primary goal was to eliminate Ye Junlin.

He thought he could pull it off smoothly and achieve great merit, but who would’ve thought it would end up being a complete loss?

Let’s not even mention how precious the Underworld Artifact bestowed by the envoy was; that clone, forged with countless efforts, had a cultivation level and capabilities that could easily rival its true form, making it his greatest means of suppressing the rulers of all races in the Underworld Abyss.

But then, Ye Junlin flicked his fingers and obliterated it, leaving not even a scrap behind!

King Dāngyōu clutched his chest, slumping back on the throne.

It hurts! It hurts so much!!

It’s like it’s painful to breathe…

At that moment.

A young figure radiating purple mist materializes in the Great Hall.

The Young Man of the Underworld Race has an eerie appearance, with two sharp angles protruding from his forehead and his dark purple eyes resembling gems—mysterious and profound. He gazes at King Dāngyōu, slumped on the throne and filled with despair, frowning as he coldly questions:

“What’s going on? Did the mission fail?!”

“Y-Y-Your Excellency!” King Dāngyōu stammers, rushing to kneel, trembling with fear.

“What’s happening? Speak!” Mingye’s tone cuts through the air like ice.

King Dāngyōu braves himself, bittersweetly reporting, “Your Excellency, I truly tried my best this time. The power of the Underworld Artifact was indeed tremendous, even defeating the newly promoted sword immortal of the Human Race. But just as we were about to succeed, something unexpected happened. That Ye Junlin unleashed his True Immortal-level cultivation—turns out his previous stage was all a facade!”

“What?!”

Mingye is shocked by the news, his expression darkening in an instant. “So?”

“So, the nine wrathful fire dragons released by the Underworld Artifact were extinguished by a single spit from him…”

King Dāngyōu’s voice dwindles, haunted by the shocking spectacle.

Mingye’s body trembles as he processes this astounding information.

He realizes that the power sealed by the Underworld Artifact was equivalent to the level of a True Immortal at the fifth stage, and for someone to easily resolve it shows they are far beyond the norm!

“Heh, to hide so deeply, this person possesses a truly strong disposition!” A hint of wariness appears in Mingye’s eyes.

He has always had a high opinion of himself, looking down on the acclaimed powers of the Eastern Domain, believing he could suppress them all with his own strength.

The reason he accepted the mission to infiltrate was to gain substantial rewards, while also enhancing his reputation in the clan, paving the way for his future.

Later, he put in a considerable effort to enter the Kunlun Realm, and due to fear of being targeted by the Heavenly Dao, had to tread carefully, making the mission less smooth than he expected. Yet, he remained confident, convinced that without using his strength, he could manipulate the indigenous people of the Eastern Domain with strategy and external forces.

But.

The plan suffered a severe deviation.

A Human Race cultivator named Ye Junlin repeatedly disrupted his arrangements, leaving the spirits of the Underworld army in low spirits, and now he has utterly destroyed the Underworld Artifact he brought from his clan, resulting in substantial losses.

For this, Mingye harbors a deep-seated hatred, a smoldering fury within at the humiliation of being a so-called advanced race being toyed with by a mere native in a lower world!

“Oh right, he also told me to pass a message to you!” King Dāngyōu suddenly recalls, cautiously adding, “I wonder if you’d like to hear it?”

“Oh?”

Mingye raises an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips.

Clearly, this is meant to deliver a harsh message to him!

“Speak!”

Mingye suppresses the anger bubbling inside, his eyes narrowing slightly, eager to hear what his greatest opponent in the Eastern Domain has to say.

Is it a warning? A threat? Or just mockery?

Given all he has seen and heard before, Mingye can’t help but speculate.

“Cough cough!”

At this point, King Dāngyōu collects himself, glaring at Mingye with an assertive tone, “Your sword isn’t sharp, you’re too skinny; do you really think you can fight me?!!”

Mingye: “???”

This rhyming, bombastic declaration catches even Mingye, who thought he was prepared, completely off-guard.

Mingye frowns, pondering over the words, his expression growing increasingly darker and more sullen.

That swift remark is filled with disdain and condescension towards him!

Far surpassing a thousand words!

Combined with his previous array of failures, the anger that Mingye had been suppressing suddenly erupts, as if set ablaze, an overwhelming terrifying aura engulfing him.

Boom!

Outside the palace, thunder rumbles and the sky darkens, creating an incredibly fearsome scene.

“You’re seeking death!” Mingye, with his purple hair flying wildly, points an angry finger at King Dāngyōu, roaring.

“Your Excellency, please calm down!” King Dāngyōu hastily kneels, internally lamenting.

Didn’t you tell me to say it?!

What, now I get blamed for it?

Damn!

At that moment, King Dāngyōu feels utterly aggrieved, having lost a powerful clone and now facing unwarranted rage. He’s feeling suffocated.

Mingye realizes he’s overstepped; taking a few deep breaths, he slowly regains his composure, clenching his fists tighter, his wariness only deepening.

It’s hard to imagine he could be so angered!

If he loses his composure because of this, then his opponent’s aim would be achieved.

“Ye Junlin, I’m quite surprised to find such a troublesome opponent in you, but it’s alright. If the mission was too smooth, what would be the point? From now on, due to your arrogance, you will pay a great price!”

Mingye sneers.

“Your Excellency, now that the Underworld Artifact is destroyed, I suggest we avoid provoking him directly. If he gets angry, he might come for us in the Underworld,” King Dāngyōu said, terrified.

After all, someone who can extinguish nine wrathful fire dragons with just a spit; can the Underworld handle that level of terror?

Mingye’s face darkens, “Are you scared?”

King Dāngyōu’s lips twitch; who isn’t afraid of death?

Mingye chuckles coldly, “Hmph, even if he personally storms the Underworld, or if every single Immortal from the Kunlun Realm came here, I could ensure they wouldn’t survive!”

His tone exudes undeniable dominance!

“This…” King Dāngyōu gasps in shock, bewildered by where this confidence comes from.

An Immortal could easily flatten the Underworld, let alone all the Immortals from the Kunlun Realm!

Hold up, can you at least be a bit sensible when boasting?

“Don’t look at me like I’m crazy.” Mingye turns, staring out at the gloomy heavens, a self-satisfied smile creeping up his face. “I can share a secret with you; the Underworld was founded by the ancients of my clan. You’ve lived here for many years but remain unaware of a significant hidden secret.”

“And the power concealed here is sufficient to kill not just a minor True Immortal, but even a legendary Immortal Sovereign descending here—I am confident I can take him down!”

“Tell me, is there currently an Immortal Sovereign reigning in the Kunlun Realm? So, even if every Immortal from the Kunlun Realm entered the Underworld, they would come back empty-handed!”

“Let alone Ye Junlin, he’s nothing!”

Mingye speaks with an air of arrogance.

It’s clear he’s brimming with confidence!

“Gah~!!!”

King Dāngyōu gasps sharply, his chaotic mind finally settling.

He never expected the Underworld had this kind of ultimate weapon? One that could slay even the exalted Immortal Sovereign?

No wonder the original lord of the Underworld knows such secrets; the Underworld has dominated for countless ages, and in the end, it still needs to rely on a powerful backing.

“Wait, Excellency, can you use your own strength now?” King Dāngyōu asks, realizing this.

“What do you think?”

Mingye’s face turns icy as he extends his hand, and King Dāngyōu instantly feels a terrifying force pressing in from all directions, threatening to crush him at any moment.

He’s all too familiar with the sensation of helplessness.

An Immortal, this is the power of an Immortal!

“Though I can currently only exhibit typical True Immortal capabilities, with the help of my other few companions, it should be more than enough.”

“What we need to do is lead the Human Race warriors of the Eastern Domain to come in. Ideally, we take them all out in one go!”

Mingye releases his grip, his voice laced with unmatched killing intent.

King Dāngyōu gasps heavily, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, feeling a deep sense of despair; even if he’s a world-class powerhouse at the Tribulation Stage, he’s merely a tiny ant before a true Immortal.

“Your Excellency, the problem is, how do we lure the Eastern Domain cultivators in?”

Mingye clasps his hands behind his back, a meaningful smile emerging, “That’s where I utilize the piece I’ve set up outside.”