Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 222

“Not much of a talent, but you sure are quick about it,” Ye Junlin smirked disdainfully.

Even if he missed a couple, it wasn’t too big of a deal; all things considered, it was quite a success.

If a few more waves of the Underworld Army showed up, he’d really be out of Immortal Power.

After all, forcing a legendary Immortal Sovereign level magical artifact to work with his mere Celestial Immortal cultivation was quite taxing on his energy!

Not to mention he also used One Qi Transforming into Three Purities and activated two more Immortal Sovereign level magical artifacts; the pressure was seriously intense.

If other Immortals found out about Ye Junlin’s struggles, they’d probably spit blood out of anger!

I mean, come on, being able to handle one Immortal Sovereign level magical artifact at Celestial Immortal level is already considered monstrous.

And commanding three at once? That’s basically the ancestor of all monsters!

Staring at that unparalleled figure, the cultivators were left dumbfounded, feeling like their hearts were about to burst.

Good grief, those were hundreds of thousands of True Immortals! Each one could shake the Kunlun Realm to its core.

Yet here was Senior Ye, cutting through them like it was nothing. It was like they came out to slaughter!

It’s like a mouse biting the butt of an ox; how absurd!

So fierce, so incredible!

It’s hard to imagine there could be such a powerhouse in this world!!

Strong, strong, strong!

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

They realized the Eastern Domain had just survived an unprecedented calamity! And as the savior of the fourteen states in the Eastern Domain, he shone like the sun, garnering endless reverence and gratitude from countless beings.

“Hahaha! Did you see that? My Master’s strength is beyond heaven and earth, unmatched in depth! Just a mere hundred thousand Immortals? What if a few million or even tens of millions showed up?”

Li Wujie beamed with excitement, pounding his chest, so proud he might as well be taking credit himself.

“Is this guy seriously not facing a bottleneck?” Hong Qianye murmured in disbelief.

She thought it would be a brutal battle, but the fight ended so quickly!

In her memory, powerful Immortals were only seconds away from being wiped out. Wasn’t that a bit over the top?

“Miss, it seems we seriously underestimated Ye Junlin’s power!” Fan Dezhen from the Wendaozong sighed.

Back in the day, if any lineage produced an Immortal, it would usher in an era of immeasurable strength. So the public perception was that Immortals were invincible, the top of the food chain in the cultivation world. But now, that belief was utterly shattered.

It turns out, the gaps between Immortals could be so vast!

“Miss? Are you even listening?” Fan Dezhen noticed the lady beside him hadn’t responded for a while and turned to see her staring dumbly, lost in thought.

At that moment, An Miaoyi was gazing dreamily, her eyes filled with admiration for the black-clad figure wielding the sword, her heart racing and breath quickening.

Faced with such a dominating man, she truly felt defenseless.

“Miss, mind your image! You’re practically drooling!” Fan Dezhen reminded awkwardly.

An Miaoyi blushed, hastily wiping her mouth, then clenched her delicate fist and punched Fan Dezhen’s chest, indignantly retorting, “Uncle Fan, that’s nonsense! I’m not drooling!!”

Fan Dezhen nearly had a heart attack, retreating a couple of steps while questioning his life choices.

What the heck? I just tried to help you, and you hit me? I’m your Uncle Fan, you know!

Seriously, I held you as a baby! Have you completely forgotten?!

“Uh, Uncle Fan, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…” An Miaoyi realized her mistake, lowering her head and hastily apologizing like a kid caught misbehaving.

“Cough, cough,” Fan Dezhen clutched his chest, his expression softening as he managed a wry smile. “Miss, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything. Please continue, continue.”

Saying that, he turned away, his back radiating a sense of despondence.

Seeing this, An Miaoyi felt guilt wash over her; she should learn to control herself.

No more embarrassing moments…

Amid the cheers, Xue Wuhen struggled to suppress his excitement, respectfully clasping his hands. “Senior Ye!”

“What’s up?”

Ye Junlin turned around with his sword.

“Uh, well, on behalf of all beings in the Eastern Domain, I sincerely thank you!” Xue Wuhen hesitated, then declared seriously, “Your deeds will be recorded in history, renowned for all eternity!”

“Yeah, as long as you guys are happy,” Ye Junlin said, sheathing his sword lazily and stretching. “Today’s workload has been way over the limit. I’m going to lay down now; you all handle the rest.”

With that, he leaped onto the Kunpeng’s back and comfortably reclined on a lounge chair, expertly putting on an eye mask, his expression serene as he drifted into sleep.

Living life on a schedule; just keeping it regular.

This scene brought Xue Wuhen immense admiration. “As expected of Senior Ye, achieving such a return to simplicity is beyond me.”

With that, Xue Wuhen’s gaze swept over to the Yuhua Sect, and his expression turned cold, as if returning to the ruthless image of the white-clad sword Immortal.

“The Yuhua Sect has acted treacherously, colluding with alien races to persecute their own kind; their crimes are unforgivable. Starting today, they must be eradicated!”

His icy voice echoed like a divine judge’s decree, resonating through the ancient halls of the sect.

After the ravaging of the Yuhua Sect by the battle, it was already in tatters, but some lingered on, plotting their escape. Upon hearing this voice, they were filled with a deep sense of despair.

“No…”

In the next moment, the remaining cultivators snickered coldly, banding together to hunt down the remnants of the Yuhua Sect.

The sounds of screams and pleas filled the air.

Mountains crumbled, buildings were demolished, and a thick cloud of smoke rose as flames soared skyward.

“How could the Yuhua Sect end up like this, how could it!?” An elder wept in despair, regretting too late.

“Friends! No one is perfect; can you grant us a chance? I would even accept punishment by lightning!” an inner disciple begged desperately, seeking a glimmer of hope.

But no matter what they did, they couldn’t escape the fate of being exterminated.

In the usual times, these elders and disciples of the Yuhua Sect were all top-tier powerhouses in the outside world, boasting numerous honors; yet now they had turned into rats, hunted on sight, with anyone caught met with immediate execution.

What a turnaround; it’s tragic, really!

“Look! That’s the Scripture Vault!”

“OMG, there must be tons of techniques in there! First come, first served!”

“Charge!”

Many cultivators saw this as an opportunity to rush into the Scripture Vault, excitement shining on their faces.

After all, the Yuhua Sect had stood in the Eastern Domain for countless years, accumulating countless techniques. That was a huge temptation, and now that they had a chance to loot, no one was going to pass it up.

Boom!

At that moment, a terrifying mass of red flames fell, instantly exploding the Scripture Vault, with flames billowing and countless jade slips of techniques turning to ashes.

Watching the burning inferno before them, many eager cultivators were dumbfounded.

One wildfire had burned their dreams.

Who on earth could be so mad as to do something this wicked?!

“What the hell! Who did this? Step up for a duel!” a tall male cultivator shouted in a furious roar.

“Hehe, are you sure?” a voice laced with amusement responded, as a red figure descended gracefully in front of everyone.

“Gah~!!”

The tall man gasped, feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, chilling him from head to toe.

Who was this?

Ye Junlin’s most pampered disciple!

The tall man was about to throw a punch but suddenly turned docile, sporting a cautious smile as he said, “Um, Miss Hong, may I ask why you burned down the Scripture Vault? Wouldn’t it be better to keep it for future generations?”

Hong Qianye scoffed, “No reason; I burned it because I felt like it. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Uh…”

The tall man froze, then awkwardly laughed. “Miss Hong, you truly are genuine. I admire that.”

“Scram!”

Hong Qianye waved her sleeve dismissively.

“Right away!”

The tall man felt as if he had dodged a bullet, turning and running for dear life.

Seeing this, the others hurriedly followed suit.

Time to bolt; we can’t afford to mess with her.

“Hmph, a bunch of rabble,” Hong Qianye sneered, then turned her attention to the roaring fire, the flames illuminating her flawless face, one that could evoke jealousy in any woman around.

Her beautiful Danfeng eyes were filled with exhilaration.

“Yes! This is the feeling!”

Back when she was in the Central Region, nothing made her happier than burning down a sect’s Scripture Vault, feeling the thrill of destroying others’ hard work. Now, picking up her old hobby again, that familiar feeling came rushing back.

At this moment,

Deep within the ancient temple of the Yuhua Sect, where the ancestral spirit tablets were worshipped, an air of solemnity prevailed.

Bang!

The door was kicked in, splintering into pieces.

Li Wujie charged in with a long knife, fired up and ready.

“Hmph, I thought this place had something special, but it’s just a piece of rotten wood!” Li Wujie scoffed disdainfully at the tablet at the top.

Then he suddenly stroked his chin, a wicked smile creeping across his face.

At that moment, he had an audacious idea regarding the ancestral tablet of the Yuhua Sect…