Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 415

She had to accept this outcome, even if she didn’t want to, secretly relieved she hadn’t picked a side too early.

Now that the Guardian Spirit was killed, at least the Yami Butterfly lineage could still remain according to their agreement.

As for the Wonen Butterfly…

Axiang glanced at the nearby Male Butterfly Immortals, her eyes filled with sympathy.

As the atmosphere of sorrow spread through the Butterfly Immortal Tribe, many Male Butterfly Immortals could no longer bear the sudden change and screamed hysterically at Ye Junlin:

“You monster! It’s all because of you that the Guardian Spirit is dead! How are we supposed to survive in the Kunlun Realm now?!”

Axiang trembled in fear, too scared to speak.

Well, this was genuinely self-destructive…

Ye Junlin wore a playful smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll send all of you Wonen Butterflies off, to reunite with that old guy who loves awkward dancing.”

With that, he directed a massive blast of golden Sword Qi towards the Male Butterfly Immortals shouting at him.

Swish, swish, swish—

Each Sword Qi was sharp beyond measure, slicing through the male Butterfly Immortals with devastating ease.

Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy filled the air.

“Senior, don’t kill me! Give me another chance!”

“Wait, I didn’t even say anything and I’m about to die?”

“Brothers, let’s escape! If not, the Wonen Butterflies will really be wiped out!”

…

Meanwhile, the Female Butterfly Immortals gaped, their bodies stiff like wooden sticks, watching helplessly as the Male Butterfly Immortals were slaughtered, the air thick with the smell of blood.

In no time…

All the Wonen Butterflies were killed, not a single one remained.

In this world, only the Yami Butterflies were left!

With his long silver hair billowing, Ye Junlin walked up to Axiang, hands behind his back, and calmly said, “I keep my word. I’ll spare you Yami Butterflies, but from now on, you must stay put in the Immortal Mountain and go nowhere, understood?”

“Yes, yes, understood…” Under the overwhelming pressure from this youth, Axiang bowed her head, trembling like a quail.

The other Female Butterfly Immortals were in tears, their gazes filled with fear and helplessness.

In their eyes, Ye Junlin was nothing short of a terrifying demon king.

Years later, in the ancient records of the Butterfly Immortal Clan, there would be an entry: during a tribe ritual, a white-haired demon king suddenly descended, not only killing the Guardian Spirit that protected the Butterfly Immortal Clan but also rampaging through the tribe, resulting in the extinction of the Wonen Butterflies, leading to the downfall of the once glorious Butterfly Immortal Clan…

“Ahem!”

As Ye Junlin scanned the pitifully crying Female Butterfly Immortals, he suddenly felt inspired and pretended to cough, sternly saying:

“Now, loudly tell me, what butterflies are you?!”

Instantly, the Female Butterfly Immortals were stunned, unsure why he was asking that question.

Axiang looked confused and cautiously said, “Senior, haven’t you already…”

Ye Junlin’s tone grew colder, “What? You can’t even fulfill such a small request of mine?”

Axiang jumped in fright, quickly waving her hands, “Please don’t misunderstand! We absolutely wouldn’t dare defy your orders.”

“Then hurry up and shout, the louder the better. Remember to be in sync; I have obsessive-compulsive disorder,” Ye Junlin urged.

“Okay…”

Though annoyed by his strange request, it wasn’t too outrageous. Soon, Axiang signaled her sisters to follow suit.

Before long…

With tear-streaked faces, all the Female Butterfly Immortals shouted with all their might:

“Yami~~~ Butterfly~~~!!”

It was as if a group of well-loved beautiful girls were calling out in unison, infused with a strong island style.

Ye Junlin closed his eyes, savoring the melody.

Mmm, not bad at all!

It was absolutely divine!

“Alright, go about your business.”

After that, Ye Junlin turned to leave.

Axiang let out a sigh of relief, pressing her chest, her heart still racing. Remembering the day’s disaster brought a deep sense of dread.

Suddenly, Ye Junlin returned, his expression extremely serious.

This scared Axiang half to death; she thought he might have changed his mind. But instead, he said earnestly:

“Where are the other tribes? Give me a direction!”

Axiang: “…”

Then…

Ye Junlin officially set off towards the nearest Ghost Eye Tribe!

It was known that the Ghost Eye Clan’s special abilities lay within their bizarre eyes.

And the Ghost Eye Clan’s Guardian Spirit was just a child!

Meanwhile…

Upon learning about the collective rebellion of the Eastern Domain cultivators, aside from the Butterfly Immortal Tribe, the other three major Alien Races were also mobilizing troops to suppress the insurrection.

Outside, the fighting raged on, the battle reaching a boiling point.

It must be said that once the three major Alien Races got serious, even the Celestial Alliance’s forces struggled to hold their ground, getting beaten back step by step!

After all, the Alien Races themselves weren’t particularly strong, with clear weaknesses. However, relying on their special abilities, they became natural foes to countless cultivators.

For example, the Monster Ape Clan, equipped with their Forbidden Technique Domain, relied purely on raw physical strength. Many cultivators would suffer against them, managing to only exert about thirty percent of their full potential.

After all, pure body cultivators were now a rarity.

Fortunately, the demon race cultivators had innate physical advantages, allowing them a fighting chance against the Monster Ape Clan.

Boom, boom, boom—

The sounds of violent impacts echoed incessantly, mixed with the screams of injured cultivators.

A particularly enraged general of the Monster Ape Clan roared, “You lowly beasts dare to resist us? Go die!”

Talru’s face twisted with rage as he swung his heavy iron fist, creating terrifying spatial ripples that shattered many into blood mist.

Indeed, his aura was fierce, unmatched!

“Kill!!!”

The morale of the troops behind him soared as they viciously pounced on the Human Race cultivators, like wolves among sheep.

“Damn it! We can’t use any spells against these monsters! What do we do?” a man shouted in panic.

As soon as he finished speaking, a massive furry hand grabbed his head and violently crushed it, blood and brains splattering everywhere.

“Hey hey, tasty!” Talru licked his palm, a look of enjoyment mixed with perversion on his face.

“It’s over…”

Everyone felt their scalps tingle, plunging into despair.

Just then, a youth with a center part hairstyle charged in, his fists clenched, and yelled at Talru:

“Ugly monster, taste my Kun Punch!”

Talru sneered, “Where did this brat come from to challenge me?”

He reflexively reached out to grab the boy, but an instinctive sense of danger crept up his spine.

At the moment their fists collided, Talru’s entire arm exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

“Aaahhhhh…” Talru screamed in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face as he looked at the center-parted boy with eyes full of fear.

It was as though this kid was not a child at all, but a ferocious ancient beast.

“Y-you! Who are you?!”

The center-parted boy wiped his nose and proudly answered, “My master usually calls me Ah Kun, but you should call me Kun Ye!”

He was none other than Ye Junlin’s mount, the Kunpeng.

Each Monster Ape was a top-tier body cultivator, but before the divine beast Kunpeng, they were no stronger than infants!

The gap was simply insurmountable!

“Get him! Deal with this kid first!” Talru howled.

“Kill!”

A swarm of enraged Monster Apes changed their target and lunged at this youth, intent on tearing him apart.

“Bring it on!”

Ah Kun was fired up, darting between the Monster Apes, his shoulders shaking rhythmically, each movement bursting with terrifying power.

“Ah!”

The surrounding Monster Apes screamed as they were sent flying like rag dolls, exploding into blood mist mid-air, turning the scene incredibly gruesome.

“This, this…” Talru trembled in fear, cold sweat pouring down.

After finishing off the last of them, Ah Kun zipped up to Talru’s head, raised his little fist, and with a grin said, “See you never!”

The fist came down directly, shrouding Talru in immense force, pinning him down in fear as he begged:

“Kun Ye, spare me!”

Boom! Talru’s massive body exploded, as if a balloon had been pricked.

“Hmph, now you call me Kun Ye? It’s too late!” Ah Kun replied disdainfully.

The surviving cultivators looked on in shock.

This youth, despite his young age, how was he so accomplished in body cultivation?

“Thank you, Kun Ye, for saving us!” they quickly bowed, not daring to slack off.

Ah Kun waved his hand, “Oh, it was nothing.”

Saying that, he transformed into a giant Kunpeng and soared into the sky, heading to support the other battlefields.

“So that’s Ye Junlin’s mount! No wonder it’s so ferocious.” Everyone spoke reverently.