Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 339

At this moment, Senior Gou still had doubts, feeling that Ye Junlin’s true identity was a mystery.

He had never heard of the title Ye Tian Emperor before, but the Void Mirror had shattered upon reflecting him, unable to withstand the burden of fate, indicating that this young man was undoubtedly a forbidden figure.

Having followed Empress Fuyao, Senior Gou had a broader perspective and was more daring in his guesses.

“Could it be that he’s the legendary Child of Destiny favored by the Heavenly Dao?”

Senior Gou thought to himself.

When this outrageous thought emerged, rather than feeling surprised, he found it quite reasonable.

In ancient times, there was a rumor that if one day the Kunlun Realm fell into great peril, the Heavenly Dao would gather the luck of the Kunlun Realm and give birth to a Child of Destiny, who would be protected and acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao. Even an Immortal Emperor would fear the Thunder Tribulation and avoid its sharpness, not daring to make things difficult.

Many cultivators used to think this rumor was absurd and didn’t take it seriously. However, now Senior Gou believed it was very likely true!

He began to think that Ye Junlin was indeed the legendary Child of Destiny favored by the Heavenly Dao!

Otherwise, how to explain the various extraordinary aspects of this young man?

“This person’s combat aptitude is stronger than that of Empress Fuyao back in the day; perhaps in the future, he can transcend above the Immortal Emperor and lead the fallen Kunlun Realm back to prosperity!”

With this thought, Senior Gou felt exceptionally excited.

Back then, he served as a doorkeeper for Empress Fuyao, basking in infinite glory. Now he had another chance to serve the legendary Child of Destiny, which meant his path as a dog would be smooth sailing!

This was the highest realm of being a dog—a state hardly anyone could envy!

Being a dog, I am very proud!

Next.

After everyone had a hearty meal, they arranged for accommodations.

In the following days, Ye Junlin and the others lived comfortably in Xuantian Holy Land.

However, in the outside world, since Taichu Holy Land was eliminated, a series of waves had escalated in the Central Region.

After all, it was once one of the Four Great Sacred Grounds, having accumulated countless cultivation resources over the years and occupied vast resource territories.

So when this giant fell, many forces in the Central Region could no longer hold themselves back, beginning to crazily scramble for resources.

A single whale falls, and all things are born.

Such an opportunity was truly unique!

As the struggle among various forces intensified with them fighting fiercely against one another, the previously obscure Cangming Dao Sect suddenly rose up like a divine sword, sweeping through all directions.

Its momentum was unstoppable!

All the cultivator sects involved in the grab were intimidated by this overwhelming power.

Many were horrified to discover that the cultivators of Cangming Dao Sect descended like divine soldiers, their overall strength far surpassing 99% of the sects in the Central Region. The Sect Leader Ye Wusheng was like a divine being, securing overwhelming victories with a single strike!

In just a few months, Cangming Dao Sect swiftly took over most of the territories left behind by Taichu Holy Land with astonishing speed, its power expanding to an unprecedented scale!

Such a meteoric rise naturally shocked all factions, completely unexpected.

It was well-known that Cangming Dao Sect had been the bottom of the Eight Great Sects; later, the other seven sects had gathered a massive army of immortals to go to the Eastern Domain to deal with the Red Demon Hong Qianye.

The result? Total annihilation.

This was why the remaining Cangming Dao Sect, seizing the opportunity while the other seven sects were weakened, went on a rampage, forcing the other seven sects into submission, handing over countless resource territories.

At that time, Cangming Dao Sect, which had grown wildly, had already grown into a powerhouse, second only to the Four Great Sacred Grounds, truly a霸主!

Until Taichu Holy Land fell, Cangming Dao Sect quickly seized the opportunity and crushed numerous sects with overwhelming strength, almost inheriting most of Taichu Holy Land’s resource territories, rapidly becoming a rising star in the Central Region.

Just when this tempest gradually calmed down.

The suddenly power-surging Cangming Dao Sect officially released a significant message to the outside world:

“Starting today, we, Cangming Dao Sect, will be renamed Cangming Sacred Land!”

This announcement, once issued, caused a stir in the Central Region, comparable to the downfall of Taichu Holy Land.

Countless cultivators were shaken, realizing they were witnessing the birth of a new Sacred Ground.

This was undoubtedly a historic moment in the cultivation world!

Initially, it was thought that there would only be three Sacred Grounds in the Central Region from now on, but unexpectedly, Cangming Dao Sect held such lofty ambitions, declaring its intent to become the Fourth Sacred Ground, replacing the former Taichu Holy Land.

Just thinking about it felt too insane!

“Sect Leader Ye has such great ambition; will he later be called the Saint Lord Ye?”

“Naturally! Cangming Dao Sect is now history!”

“Who would have thought that the bottom-dweller of the Eight Great Sects could grow to this extent one day?”

“As the saying goes, the world is still undetermined; we are all dark horses! As long as one dares to dream and fight, nothing is impossible!”

…

The outside world buzzed with discussions, public opinion began to rise.

Cangming Sacred Land.

Inside the resplendent Great Hall.

The elders were all smiling, clearly in a great mood.

On the throne, accompanied by dazzling immortal light, appeared a middle-aged man dressed in cloud-patterned robes, wide forehead, high nose.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking proud and imposing.

“Greetings, Saint Lord Ye!!!”

As Ye Wusheng appeared, all the elders in the hall clasped their hands together, their faces full of respect.

The booming voice echoed in the hall, sounding exceptionally imposing.

“Everyone, no need for formalities.”

Calmly, Ye Wusheng sat on the throne, a slight smile curling at the corners of his lips, showing that he enjoyed this new title.

Who would have thought that his endurance and hidden suffering would lead to today’s supreme glory?

Once the bottom of the Eight Great Sects, now it had suddenly risen to a Sacred Ground-level force.

He, Ye Wusheng, was undoubtedly the rejuvenating leader of the sect, destined to be recorded in history as a legendary figure!

“The wheel of fortune turns…”

Reflecting on the past experiences of enduring humiliation, Ye Wusheng let out a sigh.

If it hadn’t been for his brilliant performance, cleverly avoiding the demon-slaying conflict while preserving elite forces to the greatest extent possible, how could he have achieved today’s glorious success?

Life is like a play, it’s all about the acting; this kind of reversal script is just too exhilarating!

“Saint Lord Ye, spies report that the Red Demon and Senior Ye, ever since entering Xuantian Holy Land, have not come out again. Moreover, Xuantian Sect Leader Jiang Tianming recently made a statement, declaring that Senior Ye has officially taken the position of Supreme Saint Lord.”

An elder reported.

“Hmm?”

Ye Wusheng’s smile quickly vanished, complex emotions flickering in his eyes—fear, unwillingness, envy, jealousy, and more.

He understood that this was Jiang Tianming forcibly binding relationships as a means to an end.

Now, the whole Central Region held a sense of awe towards Senior Ye. With Senior Ye assuming the role of Supreme Saint Lord, this was equivalent to indirectly notifying the outside world that Xuantian Holy Land had ties with Senior Ye!

“Damn it, Xuantian Holy Land is already strong, and with this, their position becomes even more unshakable.”

Ye Wusheng grumbled.

Compared to the other three Sacred Grounds, Cangming Sacred Land’s foundation was still too shallow.

Suddenly, Ye Wusheng felt this situation was reminiscent of the past; once the bottom of the Eight Great Sects, now again at the bottom of the Four Great Sacred Grounds…

With this thought, his sense of pride and triumph dissipated significantly, replaced by a feeling of frustration.

Just then.

A strange green mist suddenly rose in the center of the hall, accompanied by a chilling, sinister laugh, “This place is quite nice, very suitable for me to preach.”

“How dare you! Who is this demon, daring to cause trouble here?!”

The sudden change startled Ye Wusheng, causing him to spring to his feet, every hair on his body standing on end, a sense of facing a great terror overwhelming him.

The hall was filled with a chilling wind, creating a ghostly atmosphere spreading like a tide.

The elders felt a creeping terror; they discovered that under the overpowering aura, their bodies were immobile, as if caught in an endless abyss.

As the mist gradually dispersed, an old man dressed in a black coarse robe with a skinny frame, bony limbs, a face masked with white bones, and disheveled grey hair appeared, his eerie green eyes sharp as knives, sending chills down their spines.

The aura around him was extremely icy, with bloody bone spurs protruding from his shoulders, looking extremely bizarre.

Indistinctly, he imposingly pressured everyone.

Ye Wusheng’s heart skipped a beat as he firmly questioned, “Who are you? State your name!”

Although this old man had entered silently with a rather special entrance, he was after all the Saint Lord of Cangming Sacred Land, one of the most powerful figures in the Central Region, he had to maintain some level of dignity.

“Haha, ignorant little brat, I am Bone Sage,” the old man said.

“Bone Sage?”

Everyone exchanged glances, never heard of him before.

“In this Sacred Land, who you are or where you come from is irrelevant; daring to intrude upon Cangming Sacred Land, your crime deserves execution!” Ye Wusheng bellowed, unleashing his Profound Immortal-level aura.

“You little one, you stand too high; the old man cannot hear you clearly.” Bone Sage extended his hand, unleashing a terrifying force.

“Ah!”

Ye Wusheng, in horror, found himself completely powerless, yanked down hard and slammed onto the ground, his face pressed against the floor, unable to move.

He tried to struggle, but it was futile, like meat on a chopping block waiting to be slaughtered.

In that moment, Ye Wusheng realized that this old man was far above him in cultivation.

Bone Sage stepped closer to Ye Wusheng, looking down at him from a height, his raspy voice oozing mockery from behind the mask,

“Now I can hear you clearly; speak.”

Ye Wusheng, drenched in sweat, forced a smile while still in a prone position,

“Senior, your presence truly brings great honor to our Cangming Sacred Land. May I ask what brings you here?”