Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 402

According to Situ Yan, the Saints from various worlds would probably step in personally to intervene in the Kunlun Realm.

If it were anyone else hearing this news, their first reaction would be panic and anxiety.

But Ye Junlin was different; he felt incredibly excited!

Because by then, he could break free from the Immortal Dao level and become a genuine Saint-level Expert!

Who could resist such a massive experience boost?

No need for hard training; just encountering them would level up his cultivation!

Who could understand this exhilarating feeling?

So, Ye Junlin sincerely hoped for more and more Saint-level Experts to come to the Kunlun Realm, and he promised to treat them well in his unique way!

For this reason, Situ Yan’s threat backfired and had no effect on this peculiar Ye Junlin.

Little did he know that those high and mighty Saints, capable of effortlessly annihilating Immortal Emperors, were just experience points to this young man!

Fear?

Not a chance!

“Birdman, if what you said earlier was your last words, you can go die now!”

Ye Junlin sneered, raising his sword above his head, the blade gleaming with a golden light, sacred and inviolable.

“Wait, wait…”

The imminent threat of death struck Situ Yan with overwhelming terror; his hair stood on end as his blood ran cold.

He felt utterly desperate and helpless, alongside a deep sense of regret!

If only he had known, he wouldn’t have come to this wretched place to carry out this task!

Now, not only was the task uncompleted, but his life was also on the line—what a disaster!

“Die!”

Ye Junlin slashed forward with his sword.

Swish! The golden sword light surged like the sun, releasing a terrifying aura as it flew toward Situ Yan.

“I’ll fight you to the death!!” Situ Yan, pushed to the brink, looked desperate and angry as he unleashed his most powerful attack, directly using half his life force to execute it.

The Bright Clan’s secret technique, the Bright Holy Seal!

This was a fragment of a sacred art; although incomplete, it ranked among the high-tier techniques in Immortal Arts, only the Immortal Emperor could barely qualify to use it.

To execute this move, Situ Yan paid an extremely heavy price; even if he survived, his state would plummet, and his body would suffer irreversible damage.

But to stay alive, Situ Yan couldn’t care less!

Boom!

Heavenly light filled the sky, a golden seal, as large as a mountain, emerged, rotating with various ancient and mysterious runes.

Situ Yan bled from all seven orifices, his eyes wide with fury as he shouted in desperation, “Kill ahhh!!”

Indeed, although Situ Yan had a cultivation of nine revolutions of the Immortal Wheel and was a direct descendant of the Bright Clan with outstanding combat power, it was clearly not enough against Ye Junlin’s full-strength sword strike.

Bang~

The massive golden sword light tore through the heavens, shattering the Holy Seal and enveloping the astounded Situ Yan.

As death approached, Situ Yan blankly recalled many scenes, memories flooding through like a parade.

Born into nobility, the son of the Bright Clan’s leader, he possessed the purest bloodline and top-tier talent; he should have been the center of attention. However, he had a brother stronger than him—Situ Kong!

Compared to his prodigious brother Situ Yan, who was merely a genius, Situ Kong was simply a peerless monster. Not only was he exceptionally intelligent, but he also had a natural affinity for light-based techniques and possessed the extremely rare Holy Body—an ascendant among the Bright Clan’s future Saints!

Just a few years older than his brother, Situ Kong had already reached the pinnacle of Immortal Emperor, just one step away from becoming a Saint!

Due to Situ Kong’s brilliance, almost everyone in Paradise Realm praised him, while his brother Situ Yan was overshadowed, left in the dirt.

This led to Situ Yan hearing compliments about his brother all his life.

Over time, the imbalance grew in his heart, wanting to achieve something grand to prove his worth and enhance his presence!

Then the chance came; Situ Yan pushed through dissent to take on a mission, infiltrating Kunlun Realm to execute a preemptive strike.

Little did he expect to face a terrifying nightmare of an opponent here!

A man named Ye Junlin, who crushed his ambitions, dignity, and pride with an indomitable stance!

Now, on the brink of death, his mind fixated on the figure he had envied and been jealous of since childhood—Situ Kong. He broke down and cried like a child, tears streaming down his face, saying:

“Brother, save me…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was consumed by the golden sword light, his soul scattering!

“Done, it’s a wrap!”

Ye Junlin turned, strolling away coolly.

He returned to the Qingyang Dao Palace.

A stick of incense had long passed, and everyone’s cultivation levels had restored.

They were still in disbelief over everything that happened today and immensely grateful for Lord Ye’s timely intervention.

Upon seeing Ye Junlin return, the surrounding cultivators all approached, bowing respectfully and expressing their gratitude:

“Thank you, Lord Ye, for your rescue! We are endlessly grateful!”

Their voices were deafening, resonating through the heavens.

Countless eyes looked at Ye Junlin with fervor, as if he were a deity to his followers.

Among them, Hong Qianye secretly sighed, recognizing that just like in the Eastern Domain, the cultivators here had wholeheartedly accepted their Master.

After all, a man this strong is hard not to admire!

“Friends, no need for formalities.”

Ye Junlin waved his hand with a friendly smile, “Everyone saw it; this was purely an accidental incident. The enemy used Long Ao Tian’s identity to lure us into a trap—it was all a misunderstanding.”

The cultivators nodded, harboring deep resentment towards Situ Yan and his allies.

“Lord Ye, the future situation in the Kunlun Realm is concerning. How should we deal with the upcoming crisis?” Suddenly, a worried demon clan member spoke up.

“Ah, in the glorious days of the Kunlun Realm, there were four Saints presiding over it. Who would’ve thought it would fall into decline so quickly, now even the Bright Clan and Undying Blood Clan dare to infiltrate and cause havoc?” Another male cultivator lamented.

“Yeah, and the enemy has Saints on their side while we don’t have a single Saint here. How can we resist? I truly hope they don’t come to the Kunlun Realm,” a Middle-aged Man fretted.

Even though the immediate crisis was averted, the dark cloud over the Kunlun Realm left everyone feeling uncertain about the future.

Instantly, the atmosphere became heavy and oppressive.

Ye Junlin felt speechless.

What on earth were you saying?

If those guys don’t come, how am I supposed to level up?

The cultivators here are limited to the Kunlun Realm for their entire lives, except for heading to the Immortal Realm. The issue is, the channel to the Immortal Realm seems to be destroyed, and he couldn’t sense any opportunity for ascendance.

To break through to Immortal Sovereign or even Immortal Emperor, and Legendary Saint, he needed external factors.

Therefore, unlike everyone else’s anxiousness, Ye Junlin was itching for a fight and actually looking forward to it!

“Don’t worry, with me around, the Kunlun Realm will certainly hold strong. Even if Saints come, I’m confident I can bring them down!”

Ye Junlin’s eyes gleamed and his voice rang out with authority, exuding an indescribable charm and pressure.

“What…”

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal and others were stunned into silence.

So powerful as the Saints, Lord Ye can take them down too?

Then, as they calmed down and reflected, considering this youth’s background, their eyes brightened with hope.

They had previously found it odd why this ancient powerhouse stayed in the desolate Kunlun Realm instead of going to the Immortal Realm; the reason must be to secretly prepare for the alien invasion while ensuring the current Kunlun Realm…

Achieving the elevation to a Saint!!!

This ambition was earth-shattering to say the least!

Thinking of this, the admiration from the Green Lotus Sword Immortal and others deepened for Ye Junlin, their gazes instantly changing.

“I urge everyone to seize the moment, look to the future; the Kunlun Realm will not perish, nor will it comply!!”

Ye Junlin declared resoundingly, his voice echoing through the world.

“Very well said!”

Li Wujie was the first to jump in, his face flushed with excitement as he applauded.

Everyone felt their blood boiling, clapping and cheering, regaining the confidence they had lost, their resolve to grow stronger solidified.

Feeling the unity among them, Senior Gou reflected, “Who would’ve thought this favored child of the heavens possesses such leadership qualities. I’m starting to wonder how far the Kunlun Realm will go under his lead.”

Suddenly, Senior Gou caught a glimpse of a stunning silhouette leaving the crowd.

It was Qin Ruyan!

Today’s events had a tremendous psychological impact on her, and she said nothing as she quietly turned to leave, wanting to return to rigorous training to become stronger.

“Hmm, this feeling, why does it seem so familiar…” Senior Gou’s eyes widened, a storm brewing inside him.

This action caught Lin Duxiu’s attention next to him.

Lin Duxiu patted Senior Gou’s shoulder, saying earnestly, “Senior Gou, you and dogs walk different paths; take care!”

Senior Gou: “……”

What the hell did I do to you?

Why the sudden baseless accusations?

Disrupted in his thoughts, Senior Gou snapped back, “Scram! Watch out or I’ll bite you!”

As he spoke, he bared a set of sharp teeth, looking ferocious.

Seeing this, Lin Duxiu scampered away, clutching his rear in haste.

Gotta run~

After this tumultuous event, with the truth revealed, the vast cultivators in the Central Region felt a wave of dread.

Was the infiltration of alien races into the Kunlun Realm already this severe?

Truly infuriating!

Thankfully, in a critical moment, there was Lord Ye saving the day!

In the vast universe, in a distant world from Kunlun Realm, a sudden tremor erupted.

This was the Paradise Realm, filled with a sacred and peaceful atmosphere; now countless Bright Clan men and women were in a state of panic, prostrating and trembling in fear in a certain direction.

Behind them were pairs of snow-white wings and multi-colored halos above their heads, representing their different identities.

The Situ Clan.

The atmosphere felt as if the sky was about to fall, heavy and oppressive.

“Who?! Who killed my Yan’er?!”

Deep within the ancestral land, a middle-aged man in immaculate white robes with flowing golden hair roared, his face seething with fury.

He was none other than the leader of the Bright Clan!

“Yan’er, let me see which audacious native dared to kill you!”

Situ Tian gritted his teeth.

The holy aura surrounding him was uniform, indicating he was a Saint-level Expert.

Facing the loss of his youngest son, Situ Tian’s heart ached like a knife twisting.