Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 410

Xuanji Sword Sect.

Panic spread through the hearts of everyone as gloomy clouds hung overhead.

Inside the hall, the elders were buzzing with anxiety.

“Everyone, if we can’t meet our quota this month, how are we going to explain it to the Shishen Clan?”

“I say, those alien races are definitely doing this on purpose! They’ve cranked our quotas higher and higher, clearly trying to corner us into a dead end!”

Sigh, “But what can we do? They set the rules, and sooner or later, we’ll end up dead because of them!”

“It’s over, we’re all going to be sent to the mines!”

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Among the Hundred Thousand Immortal Mountains, the four major alien races are the Diexian Clan, the Monster Ape Clan, the Guiyan Clan, and the Shishen Clan.

And the race that keeps the Xuanji Sword Sect in check is the Guiyan Clan!

Right now, the elders were burning with anxiety over the unreachable quotas, feeling like disaster was around the corner.

Almost all the forces had been rounded up and sent to mine, including those at higher-ups.

The entire Eastern Domain felt like one gigantic mine!

The Xuanji Sword Sect could barely meet their quota, but the Guiyan Clan’s experts had deliberately made things difficult, continuously raising the required number of heavenly source crystals.

Finally, at the end of this month, the Xuanji Sword Sect found themselves in dire straits under the mounting pressure.

According to the Guiyan Clan’s methods, it wouldn’t be long before they came to impose their will, leaving all the sect leaders anxious and restless.

That heavenly source mine is such a grueling place, even an Immortal King would be worn down to a shell, ground down day after day, suffering both physically and mentally, eventually collapsing on the mining path, reduced to a lifeless body without any aura.

It was basically hell!

Unless absolutely necessary, they truly wanted to avoid stepping inside, miserable as cattle under the unyielding control of the alien races.

“Supreme One, are we really just going to sit here and wait for death?” The sect leader of the Xuanji Sword Sect gritted his teeth, bowing to a figure at the highest point in the hall.

That figure was a stern-looking man dressed in immaculate white robes, sitting cross-legged, surrounded by snowflakes made of condensed sword intent, as if he were in a swirling blizzard—a beautiful and dreamlike sight.

He was the supreme elder of the Xuanji Sword Sect, Xue Wuhen.

After Ye Junlin left the Eastern Domain, Xue Wuhen had fortuitously gained a huge immortal opportunity, not only boosting his realm wildly but also transforming his sword intent into a fully-realized snowstorm sword intent, combined with his self-created Ice Phantom Sword Technique, making him quite renowned in the Eastern Domain.

Now, Xue Wuhen was no longer the same True Immortal from before but a solid top-tier Immortal Sovereign, with the terrifying ability to even slay ordinary Immortal Kings.

After all, the environment in the Eastern Domain is far inferior to that of the Central Region, yet in such an atmosphere, he had been able to forcibly break through to the True Immortal realm, which shows just how monstrous his talent was.

At this moment, Xue Wuhen frowned, about to say something when a brazen laughter echoed from outside.

“Very well, you lot of livestock are all here!”

A horrifying aura surged in like a tidal wave, sending chills through the hall’s elders, their scalps tingling.

The sect leader’s eyes showed fear as he trembled, “The Guiyan Clan has arrived…”

“Hmph!”

A look of wariness flickered in Xue Wuhen’s eyes as he swiftly shot outside, narrowing his gaze at the dozens of figures intruding into the sect.

They looked just like humans, but their eyes were eerie, as dark as ink, with streaks that seemed to harbor some kind of mysterious power.

Leading them was a man with a skull earring, exuding the aura of a top-tier Immortal King, scanning the entire area with a condescending gaze and a smirk on his lips.

“Xue Wuhen, do you know why I’m here? Will it be me pushing them to act, or will you obey us? It’s one or the other!”

The Guiyan Clan’s expert came in hot, making all the cultivators of the Xuanji Sword Sect seethe in anger but dare not respond.

Xue Wuhen’s expression darkened, “You alien races are ruining our beautiful Eastern Domain! If Senior Ye were to return, you would undoubtedly be doomed!”

The earring man paused, then let out a derisive laugh, “I’ve been wondering, who exactly is your Senior Ye that has you pitiful ants so convinced?”

“Even if he were here, he would be dragged to the mines, just like you!”

At these words, everyone clenched their jaws, the sense of fear within them dissipating by half, replaced by deep-seated anger.

They could tolerate insults against themselves, but insulting Senior Ye was a no-go!

Because he was the spiritual leader in the hearts of all cultivators in the Eastern Domain!

Xue Wuhen’s expression turned icy as he gripped the sword hilt tightly, radiating an aura like ancient unyielding ice.

He desperately wanted to slash out, ready to fight to the death, but doing so would mean declaring all-out war against the Guiyan Clan, and compared to such a powerful alien race, the Xuanji Sword Sect felt like a helpless infant.

However, being captured to mine would only delay death.

Xue Wuhen was not afraid of dying; he feared that a moment of haste might ruin the sect’s fate, as deep down, he still clung to a shred of hope, wishing Senior Ye would return to save the masses from calamity.

“Heh, you still want to resist?”

The earring man chuckled darkly and waved his sleeve forcefully.

Swish!

An array of dark purple gale winds swept in, striking Xue Wuhen so hard he spat blood, staggering backward.

“Supreme One!”

The crowd was filled with rage and despair.

“Why are you too scared to fight back? Afraid I’ll slaughter your entire sect? If so, why were you still so bold just now? Pathetic!”

The earring man looked on derisively, mocking him.

Xue Wuhen fell silent, trembling as he gripped the sword’s hilt, emotions swirling within—anger, unwillingness, suffocation, hatred, and more.

He recalled the days spent with that silver-haired young man, plunging into the Underworld Abyss to slay countless alien races, how full of vigor and passion he was then!

But now, it all felt like smoke that vanished into thin air…

Suddenly.

A clear sound of a sword’s whistle resonated through the skies, jolting everyone’s hearts.

An elderly man in a blue robe soared in on beams of sword light, his features striking and his gaze sharp, exuding an indescribable ethereal aura.

“Slash!”

With just that single word, a blue sword ray descended, swirling with a blue lotus pattern, exuding immense pressure.

“Ah…”

Before the earring man and his lot could even react, they were cleaved in two, both body and soul obliterated by that powerful blue sword ray!

The sudden turn of events left everyone in the hall dumbfounded.

Xue Wuhen’s pupils tightened; forgetting the sheer power of that sword, even just that perfect heavenly sword intent left his heart shaken.

Who was this old man?

How come I’ve never seen him before?

“Hmph, Guiyan Clan, lucky I acted in time.” The Green Lotus Sword Immortal recognized the intruders from the earring, snorting coldly.

The Guiyan Clan’s special abilities come from their eyes, but regrettably, they didn’t even have a chance to display their strange powers before being taken out in the blink of an eye.

Xue Wuhen didn’t dare delay, quickly bowing gratefully, “Thank you, Elder, for saving us!”

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal seemed to sense something, fixing his gaze intensely on Xue Wuhen, eyes shining with a meaningful glint, “Young friend, your sword path is quite unique.”

With his keen eyes, he immediately recognized Xue Wuhen’s extraordinary essence.

Xue Wuhen’s gaze dimmed, “Elder, please don’t flatter me. I couldn’t even draw my sword against those alien races earlier; it’s truly shameful for a sword cultivator like me!”

“Young friend, don’t say that.”

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal spoke with earnestness, “Facing strong enemies, having the courage to draw your sword is commendable, but a moment of patience is not shameful. If I hadn’t shown up, you would have only met total annihilation even if you resisted.”

He hadn’t seen such a promising talent in a long time, so out of appreciation for potential, he patiently guided him.

Upon hearing this,

Xue Wuhen felt so relieved, letting out a deep breath, and bowed gratefully, “Junior understands!”

At this moment, a large crowd appeared, like streaks of colorful light, each with a potent aura, all top-tier Immortal Kings.

Everyone’s hearts raced with tension as they observed closely.

“Reporting, Deputy Alliance Leader, the Guiyan Clan stationed at multiple mines has been dealt with!”

A member of the Immortal Alliance spoke in a solemn voice.

“Good, send orders down, continue the sweep along the route, and don’t let a single alien race escape.”

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal said sternly.

Upon hearing this, Xue Wuhen cautiously inquired, “Elder, may I ask where you all hail from? Can you share some details with us?”

He was extremely curious about their identities, feeling as if they came from a particularly disciplined organization.

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal stroked his beard, smiling, “It’s no trouble to tell you, we hail from the Immortal Alliance in the Central Region, and we’ve come on the orders of Alliance Leader Ye, specifically to rescue the Eastern Domain.”

“What?!”

Everyone’s expressions changed in an instant.

This group of powerful figures was actually from the central land of the Kunlun Realm!

“Immortal Alliance? Alliance Leader Ye?”

Xue Wuhen caught this key phrase and a hunch surged in his heart, quickly questioning, “Elder, is that Alliance Leader Ye named Ye Junlin?”

“Hmm? You’ve heard of him?”

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal raised an eyebrow.

Receiving this answer, Xue Wuhen’s body shook, his breathing turning frantic, he murmured,

“It’s really him…”

After longing and waiting, he finally had that young man in sight!

“May I ask, where is Senior Ye currently?” Xue Wuhen forced himself to control his excitement, asking anxiously.

“I would assume he’s at the Immortal Mountain.”

The Green Lotus Sword Immortal smiled, “Now that the timing is ripe, it’s the perfect moment to retaliate. Why not join us in fighting against the alien races and vent your frustrations?”

He intended to seize this opportunity to recruit him into the Immortal Alliance for careful cultivation.

“That suits me perfectly!”

Xue Wuhen’s eyes erupted with bright sparks, drawing his sharp sword, an aura of coldness emanating from him, with an expression full of killing intent.

He was ready to kill, to annihilate everything!