Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 215

“Ugh…”

In an instant, Chen Xiao’s face contorted in pain as countless dazzling golden lights erupted from his body. His blood was boiling like crazy, unbearably hot.

At that moment, he resembled a blazing sun, illuminating the three hundred sixty peaks of the Yuhua Sect, even overshadowing the giant sun hanging in the sky.

“Old Ancestor, I am the Saint Son of the Yuhua Sect, destined for immortality! You can’t treat me this way!” Chen Xiao cried out desperately.

At this moment, he felt a wave of existential doubt and betrayal.

Old Ancestor Tianhong feigned righteousness, declaring, “Precisely because you are the Saint Son, at a time of life and death for the sect, you should step up and turn the tide!”

“Otherwise, how can you bear the title of Saint Son?!”

Chen Xiao was so furious he almost spat blood; it was clear he was being betrayed after his utility was used up, yet the old man spoke so pretentiously.

Old geezer, have some shame!

“Not good, my solar celestial body…” Suddenly, Chen Xiao sensed something, his face filled with despair. He could distinctly feel something within him being rapidly stripped away.

“Don’t worry, you won’t die. With a little luck, you might still retain your celestial body, though it will be significantly weakened.”

“But the Old Ancestor assures you, as long as you get through this ordeal smoothly, the sect will search the world for rare treasures to restore your celestial body!”

“After all, you are a great contributor to our Yuhua Sect!”

Old Ancestor Tianhong pretended to be earnest.

“I trust you, sure…” Chen Xiao nearly cursed. He had never seen someone so shameless.

Such a verbal promise was like chopping a person’s private parts into pieces and still insisting with a straight face that they could grow back!

Let alone a celestial body—an incredibly strong and precious physique. If ruined, hope for recovery would be almost nonexistent.

But the problem was, in the face of an Immortal’s power, he could not resist, only bow to the whims and shed two streams of humiliating tears.

Splash.

An extremely pure solar energy spread out from Chen Xiao’s body, shining with billions of dazzling golden lights.

“This pure energy is enough to open the Star Gate, even sustain its opening for several days,” Old Ancestor Tianhong praised with satisfaction.

Swish!

He waved his hand, and the vibrant golden energy surged toward the Star Gate, like a massive stone plunging into a tranquil lake, stirring up monumental ripples.

Boom, boom—

The previously silent Star Gate, adorned with glowing engravings, began to open slowly at a visible speed, releasing a torrent of energy waves.

The entire forbidden area was engulfed in a dust storm, the heavens shifted colors.

“What’s happening?!”

The disciples and elders of the Yuhua Sect were scared stiff, feeling a suffocating pressure making them uneasy.

Soon, numerous terrifying auras emerged from the Star Gate, and imposing figures began marching orderly out of the passage.

Clad in dark purple metal battle attire and wielding long spears, their purple hair flowed, their eyes cold and ruthless, with sharp horns on their foreheads, they looked like an army of demons from hell, exuding an aura of wickedness and danger.

There was a sense of overwhelming battle intent, ready to annihilate everything and trample all races!

This was the army of the external Ming Clan!

Boom, boom…

As the Ming Clan army stepped through the Star Gate and officially entered the Kunlun Realm, the sky rumbled with thunder, almost collapsing under the pressure. Massive clouds gathered, creating an atmosphere of oppression.

Across the vast Eastern Domain, countless beings trembled in fear, their hairs standing on end, sensing an ominous premonition.

“Hiss!!!”

In the forbidden area, when Old Ancestor Tianhong and the others saw the Ming Clan army pouring out from the Star Gate, they thought they were mentally prepared, but the sight before them filled them with genuine terror.

Scary, too scary!

The reason was simple: every soldier in this Ming Clan army was at the True Immortal level!

From one thousand to two thousand, three thousand… then to eighty thousand!!

Eighty thousand genuine True Immortals making their grand entrance at the Yuhua Sect—this scene was astoundingly overwhelming!

The ferocious killing intent that had been honed in the cosmic battlefields twisted the surrounding void into rippling distortions.

Before this terrifying Immortal army, the five ancestors appeared so small and helpless, shivering like quail.

With his solar energy extracted, Chen Xiao’s physique severely damaged, he exhibited signs of regression in cultivation and combat strength.

At that moment, he looked like a squeezed lemon, pale and frail, quietly crawling into a corner and looking on in terror, muttering:

“Immortals, so many Immortals…”

Seeing the numerous True Immortals, Chen Xiao felt like his understanding of reality had been turned upside down.

Gulp.

Old Ancestor Tianhong stared blankly, struggling to swallow, filled with dread toward the external Ming Clan while also feeling unprecedented confidence in the Yuhua Sect.

With so many Immortals, a simple spit could probably drown Ye Junlin, right?

Suddenly, the Ming Clan army organized into two lines, as if welcoming something, their gazes focused and expressions serious.

From within the Star Gate, three figures emerged.

The leader of the Ming Clan was a middle-aged man with a robust build, riding on a fearsome beast capable of swallowing mountains, his face cold and full of authority, clearly quite unhappy.

“Damn it, why open the Star Gate now? Care to explain?!”

The leader, Ming Wanjun, was furious. After entering through the Star Gate, his realm had been suppressed from Profound Immortal Ninth Heaven to Celestial Immortal Second Heaven, and it felt horrible.

What was worse, this was just the opening of one Star Gate, far from the planned target.

Reluctantly, he had to notify the rest of the Ming Clan army to head toward the currently open Star Gate passage.

After all, it wasn’t just his Ming Clan army, but others stationed at various Star Gate passages waiting for their chance.

“This esteemed sir, the plan has changed, so we had to open the Star Gate in advance. I hope for your understanding,” Old Ancestor Tianhong explained, trembling with fear.

The other party was a powerful Celestial Immortal, above all True Immortals. Someone of his stature could eliminate him with a wave of his hand.

“Where is this place?”

“Reporting to you, this is the Yuhua Sect.”

“Yuhua Sect? I recall some information about a sect called Yuhua having a cooperative relationship with the Ming Clan. Looks like you are our insider in the Kunlun Realm.” Ming Wanjun surveyed the old man coldly, his gaze much like that of a bug.

“Yes, my ancestors from the Yuhua Sect repeatedly instructed me to cooperate fully with the Ming Clan, without fail,” Old Ancestor Tianhong said, wiping cold sweat and forcing a smile.

“Hmph, let me ask you, where is that boy Mingye? I am his uncle! Have him come out and see me!” Ming Wanjun said in a deep voice.

He wanted to ask how they messed up the plan so badly.

Mingye?

Old Ancestor Tianhong was startled, realizing this was likely about the messenger. Lips trembling, he stammered, “Uh, he has already… died…”

“Died?!!”

Ming Wanjun nearly thought he misheard, exploding in rage: “Impossible! Who in this place can compete with him?!”

Although the Kunlun Realm was once an indestructible world with strong beings and many Immortals, that was a long time ago.

Even now, during the revival phase, there was a process, and the current natives of the Kunlun Realm. Who could match the pride of his clan?

As Ming Wanjun, the uncle, he understood Mingye well. He may not be the top young generation but surely above average. To suppress this backward world and sweep away the natives, wouldn’t that be a piece of cake?

How could he have died?

Under the pressure of a Celestial Immortal, Old Ancestor Tianhong’s face turned pale, sweat dripping from his forehead, inwardly lamenting. He hastily continued, “It’s true, he was killed, and that person is the culprit behind the disrupted plan!”

Ming Wanjun was furious. How dare a Kunlun Realm native obstruct the Ming Clan’s grand plan and even slay his clan’s prodigy? That was a blatant provocation! An affront to the Ming Clan’s dignity.

He must be captured, subjected to brutal clan punishments, his flesh destroyed, and his soul burned for countless years, never to escape the suffering of reincarnation.

“Speak! Who is it?!”

The authoritative voice was filled with boundless rage, shaking the sky for tens of thousands of miles, a terrifying spectacle.

Boom!

Eighty thousand Ming Clan True Immortals glared fiercely, releasing a monstrous killing aura that almost crushed the heavens.

Feeling countless vicious gazes focused on him, Old Ancestor Tianhong collapsed in fear, kneeling down and shouting with all his might:

“It’s… it’s Ye Junlin!!”