Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 455

At the same time.

The Yin-Yang Ghost was thrown into a state of extreme rage. It had intended to retreat, but Ye Junlin showed no intention of giving it a chance.

“Well, if that’s the case, I guess I’ll fight to the death!”

“Die for me!”

The Yin-Yang Ghost lifted a leg and stomped down hard, gathering limitless power as various bizarre runes intertwined.

Ye Junlin wasn’t about to play games—he just threw a punch.

Whoosh! Under the support of law power, a golden fist imprint soared out like a blazing sun, unleashing a surging energy aura.

Boom boom boom~

As their collision erupted, that leg, like a towering pillar, instantly burst apart, transforming into billions of black wisps drifting away.

“Ah!”

The Yin-Yang Ghost’s face contorted in pain, its eyes filled with shock and rage.

It could clearly sense that the horrifying golden fist imprint was still ascending, seemingly intent on completely smashing it into pieces.

“No, not a chance!”

The Yin-Yang Ghost howled at the sky, its long hair whipping around wildly as it raised its hands above its head, then smashed them down violently with ferocious momentum.

Crack crack~

During the fierce confrontation, the Yin-Yang Ghost trembled violently, its arms and body covered in web-like cracks, seeping strands of black mist.

“Damn it, if this keeps up…”

“Hey, all of you, come here!”

The roar echoed through the sky.

At this moment, millions of malevolent spirits surged to respond as if they had been called, flowing like a great tide towards it.

Among them were Immortal King-level spirits and even Immortal Emperor-level spirits, all recklessly rushing into the Yin-Yang Ghost’s body.

With this massive infusion of energy, its crumbling body began to recover rapidly, but due to the devastation from the golden fist imprint, they entered a painful tug-of-war phase.

“This punch, I can withstand!!!”

Blood dripped from the corners of the Yin-Yang Ghost’s mouth as it shouted.

It staked everything, determined to shatter the myth that receiving one of Ye Junlin’s punches meant certain death.

Gradually, the strength of the golden fist imprint was wearing down.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless onlookers, the Yin-Yang Ghost, with its iron will and drawing strength from the Land of the Immortal Burial, barely managed to mitigate this terrifying punch.

“Oh my God, it did it!”

The crowd gasped in unison.

All the cultivators felt it was unbelievable, as if witnessing a miracle.

At this moment, rays of dawn pierced through the dark sky, and the Yin-Yang Ghost, drenched in blood and battered, half-knelt on the ground, raising a fist high like a victorious fighter flaunting its triumph to the world.

Recalling the arduous process, the Yin-Yang Ghost felt just how hard-won this moment was.

Here, it wanted to thank the Land of the Immortal Burial and the millions of supporting malevolent spirits for helping it achieve this great feat.

“Fallen comrades, do you see? I did it, I really did it!”

“This punch, I finally withstood it!!!”

The Yin-Yang Ghost gazed up at the sky, overwhelmed with emotion, its trembling voice tinged with a hint of tears.

This scene left countless cultivators with a burning sensation in their noses, and some overly emotional ones were already teary-eyed.

Seeing the Yin-Yang Ghost withstand a punch from Ye Junlin, heartfelt admiration surged within them.

It’s unbelievable!

Feeling this inexplicable atmosphere, Ye Junlin’s expression turned odd.

What’s going on?

It was just a punch I threw, right?

Why are they all so tearily moved?

Dramatic much…

“Bring it on!”

Ye Junlin gathered his Nine-Grade Immortal Power into his fist, which erupted with brilliant golden light, surrounded by thirty million laws, like an everlasting sun.

Whoosh! A chariot-like golden fist imprint charged straight at it, carrying a horrifying force that could devastate everything.

Sensing an even greater danger barreling towards it, the Yin-Yang Ghost suddenly came to its senses and was pulled back into the harsh reality.

Wait, there’s more?!

It suddenly realized that even after all that struggle, it had only taken one punch from Ye Junlin…

Boom boom boom!!!

Like hundreds of billions of tons of nuclear bombs detonating, a massive bright light instantly rose into the sky, stirring boundless energy waves, resembling the arrival of the apocalypse.

“Don’t!”

The Yin-Yang Ghost could no longer withstand it, its face filled with despair, and it was obliterated by the terrible shock wave.

It regretted coming out to see the commotion; wouldn’t it be nicer to stay in the cave and sleep?

Curiosity killed the ghost!

After a long while, the shaken Land of the Immortal Burial returned to silence.

Everyone held back their shock and looked up, realizing the Yin-Yang Ghost had completely vanished from existence.

“Sigh…” Lingyu Shangren sighed, feeling a strange twinge of regret inside.

Unfortunately, the Yin-Yang Ghost withstood Ye Tian Emperor’s first punch but still died under the second!

This must be fate!

Ye Junlin was speechless.

Why does it feel like I’m the villain here?

Is it my fault I’m just too strong?

After all, putting aside his cultivation level, his Nine-Grade Immortal Power, physical factors, and unparalleled combat skills, topped off with the empowerment of thirty million laws—only someone who’s actually been knocked out could truly grasp how strong this punch was.

In other words, Ye Junlin was the apex combat strength at the level of Immortal Sovereign, and the only ones who could barely catch one of his punches were from the elite tier of Immortal Sovereigns!

The Yin-Yang Ghost relied on its home advantage, struggling to reach the first tier, but even catching the first punch was already its limit.

As for the second punch—there’s no way it could handle that.

“Let’s go.”

Ye Junlin was too lazy to stick around in this ghostly place. After all, he came here just to find his fourth disciple.

Now that he had found them, it was time to leave.

“Farewell, Ye Tian Emperor!” Lingyu Shangren didn’t dare to slack off and quickly bowed deeply, showing immense respect.

After all, staying longer might just invite trouble.

Currently, there was only one Immortal Sovereign left in the Vast and Noble Domain; he didn’t want to follow in the footsteps of the previous two.

Seeing Ye Junlin preparing to leave, the cultivators realized and quickly knelt down in fear, shouting:

“We respectfully send off Ye Tian Emperor!!!”

Their shouts roared like thunder, echoing throughout the Land of the Immortal Burial.

“Being with Senior Ye really does have its perks~”

Canglang Jun couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

As a mere Immortal King, following behind Ye Junlin meant that countless strong cultivators bowed and scraped, some even being more powerful than him, including Immortal Emperors. It was an exhilarating feeling.

The Great Mushroom King tread carefully, seemingly pondering something, before looking up to ask, “Master, what about the other senior brothers and sisters?”

Ye Junlin sighed, “Ah, don’t mention it. Just like you, they all got separated, and I have no idea where they are now.”

Although he had the ability to sense his disciples, fifty million miles sounds massive, but that was just a drop in the ocean considering the vast Vast and Noble Domain, North Cold Immortal Domain, and even the boundless Immortal Realm!

Plus, this detection has time limits and cooldowns, so finding the other three disciples using it really isn’t an easy task.

However, Ye Junlin figured he could build up his reputation first; when he became renowned enough, his disciples would naturally come looking for him.

Soon, the group left the Land of the Immortal Burial.

The cultivators marveled as they looked around, noticing the surrounding mists had nearly dissipated and the malevolent spirits had become sparse.

They finally realized that this ancient, long-existing forbidden zone had been flattened today by a mysterious young man!

That young man called himself Ye Tian Emperor!