Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 230

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A massive burst of lightning enveloped Hong Qianye, who gritted his teeth and summoned every ounce of strength, fighting for survival with a fierce determination.

“Ah…”

As the terrifying lightning gradually dissipated and dust settled, a bloodied figure fell to the ground, his body a gruesome mess, with parts of exposed bone visible and steam rising from his charred frame.

Hong Qianye lay weakly on the ground, struggling to raise his head towards the sky, where countless black and white bolts of lightning continued to converge, forcing a pained smile onto his lips.

It was clear he had reached his limit.

If the seventy-first bolt of lightning struck, Hong Qianye knew he was as good as dead.

“Hahaha…” In this desperate situation, where hope was tantalizingly close yet snatched away again, Hong Qianye couldn’t help but laugh, his voice filled with self-mockery and sorrow.

The onlookers fell into silence.

In such a scenario, there was nothing they could do but watch helplessly as an extraordinary talent faced his doom.

The beings in the courtyard shuddered, awed by Hong Qianye’s strength and willpower.

Even in the golden age of the Kunlun Realm, it was rare for anyone to withstand such a challenge—let alone facing the chaotic Eight-Nine Lightning Tribulation, where even an Immortal Emperor might not survive!

To have stubbornly endured to the seventy-th bolt, even with their experience and insight, everyone was left in amazement at the feat Hong Qianye had accomplished.

This guy was terrifying!

“Whoa, turns out he’s a man! I thought it was some remarkable lady with the potential of Empress Fuyao!” said a little donkey, smacking his lips.

“You dumb donkey, is that really the point?” an old hen rolled her eyes, glancing at the nearly collapsed, blood-soaked figure and lamented, “It’s a pity his talent is so outstanding, his future should have been limitless, but he just had to run into this top-tier lightning tribulation; if he doesn’t die, that would be a miracle!”

“Right, such a shame,” the other beings echoed with regret.

So far, under the chaotic Eight-Nine Lightning Tribulation, only the Four Absolutes of the Kunlun Realm had miraculously survived: Emperor Tian, Empress Fuyao, Elder Changsheng, and Luan.

And these four had later grown to become beings above Immortal Emperors!

As for the other prodigies who triggered this tribulation, they all perished, their bodies disintegrated and their souls scattered, lost to the annals of history.

After all, the world only remembers the victors!

“Sigh…” The willow tree sighed softly.

From ancient times to now, how many cultivators seeking the path of immortality have died on this long road? Only heaven knows.

“Could it be that we really have to…” At this moment, Li Wujie’s fierce eyes were filled with tears, his lips trembling as he barely managed to say two words: “Have a feast?”

Though he often clashed with Hong Qianye, ridiculing and competing with each other, after everything they had experienced together, it would be a lie to say there was no sense of camaraderie at all.

Now watching his fellow disciple about to die in the tribulation, Li Wujie couldn’t bear it, sadness swelling in his heart.

The disciples and elders of the Xuantian Sect had reddened eyes, unable to bear watching what was to come.

From today on, aside from Peak Master Ye, the strongest prodigy would fall—what a cruel twist of fate!

“Ye Shidi, condolences,” said the Cangjian Peak Master to Ye Junlin, his expression heavy.

After speaking, he felt a vice-like grip on his waist, causing him to wince in pain. Tianxiang Peak Master glared at him, saying, “He’s not dead yet! Quit being a downer!”

“Ow, ow, ow, isn’t he practically dead already?”

“Practically dead or not doesn’t matter!”

“Oh, then I’ll take it back, and bring it up later.”

“…”

Sect Master Xu Yonian patted Ye Junlin’s shoulder, comforting him, “Ye Shidi, you have to be strong; this is just his fate. Rest assured, the sect will give him a grand burial!”

“Right, and his name will be inscribed on the memorial of the Xuantian Sect, forever immortal!” said the stocky Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak earnestly.

“Is there really no hope left?” Ye Junlin frowned.

Despite his usual antics, when faced with the reality of his disciple’s life hanging in the balance, he absolutely couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

The main thing was, Hong Qianye was the first nominal disciple he had taken after crossing over to this world.

All those little moments of eating and drinking together, living daily life, felt incredibly real; if he were to lose him forever, Ye Junlin felt like it would take away a significant part of his joy.

“Ye Shidi, you mustn’t have any other thoughts. Any cultivator who can’t pass the lightning tribulation is destined to die; that’s the law! If you forcibly intervene, you’ll be targeted by the tribulation! Not only won’t you save anyone, but you’d also drag yourself down and end up with no place to rest!” Xu Yonian admonished sternly.

“Oh? Targeted by the tribulation?”

Gazing at the vast sky, where the formidable tribulation clouds had gathered, a glint flashed in Ye Junlin’s eyes as an idea suddenly formed in his mind.

At this moment.

The seventy-first heavenly thunder was fully gathered, and a terrifying pressure descended upon Hong Qianye’s surroundings.

“Bring it on!”

Hong Qianye gritted his teeth, wobbling as he struggled to rise, preparing to face the impending dreadful tribulation.

As the Great Demon he was, even if he was to die, he would stand tall!

Yet just then, a familiar voice echoed in his ear, “Disciple, you’ve done your best; leave the rest to your master.”

Hong Qianye froze, then abruptly turned his head, seeing the black-robed youth who had somehow appeared next to him, his unruly silver hair blowing in the wind, a gentle smile on his handsome face.