Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 663

Ten days later.

In the distant starry sky, a massive Nine Nether Army had fully assembled, steadily advancing toward the Immortal Realm.

There were around a hundred thousand of them, and every single one was a Half-Saint!

Moreover, this was not the first wave sent out; this was an elite army that had been reshuffled multiple times, with the rest dead in battles against Divine Court cultivators!

Leading them was a prodigy of the Undying Blood Clan, a Half-Saint at peak cultivation, and he was of the same lineage as the fallen Luantian Blood Emperor!

Blood Hong, the Half-Saint, had long black hair billowing behind him, donned in splendid dark red battle armor, and was exuding a dreadful bloody aura, wielding a battle knife as red as blood, measuring three feet long.

This battle knife had claimed the lives of countless Divine Court cultivators before, and it felt searing hot, as if yearning for a fresh supply of blood.

Gazing ahead at the floating Immortal Dao world, Blood Hong’s eyes were filled with animosity, burning with the flames of vengeance.

Luantian Blood Emperor was a top prospect of his tribe; without entering the Saint Realm, he could still become part of the ninth sequence, with a bright future ahead.

However, he had fallen in this realm, turning the Luantian Clan into the laughing stock of others!

Seizing this opportunity, the clan leader commanded him to personally lead a group of elite Half-Saints to breach the defenses of the Divine Court, to trample the Immortal Realm!

During this time, the Divine Court had been obstructing their advance, leaving them stalled until now, without launching an attack on the Immortal Realm.

But now, the last batch of Divine Court cultivators had been slaughtered along the way.

To Blood Hong, the Immortal Realm was now merely low-hanging fruit; he aimed to wash the world clean of all beings and take the Star Core back to his clan to claim credit!

“Kill!”

Blood Hong raised his battle knife and roared.

“Kill! Ahhh~”

This massive Nine Nether Army, numbering in the tens of thousands, surged toward the Immortal Realm with overwhelming momentum.

The whole Immortal Realm trembled violently, shaken under this tremendous force!

“What the hell is happening?!”

Countless cultivators in the Immortal Realm felt their scalps tingle, a massive wave of panic rising within them, as if facing the impending apocalypse.

“Is the Immortal Realm really going to fall?!” In a corner, a skinny, somewhat disheveled youth in a Taoist robe stared at a torn section of sky, his face showing shock.

If Ye Junlin were here, he would recognize him as Tianjizi, a master of divination!

Recently, fear had spread throughout the Immortal Realm, even the usually high-and-mighty Divine Court had lost its authority in the eyes of the people.

Everyone knew something was being concealed by the Divine Court!

The less they explained, the more people speculated wildly.

This led to rampant rumors and conspiracy theories.

Basically, most held a pessimistic view, convinced that the Immortal Realm was doomed!

Now, with the sudden tremor of the Immortal Realm and the boundary being easily torn apart, all beings felt calamity was upon them.

Boom boom boom~

At the same time, a brilliant rain of light burst forth from the Divine Court.

Within this vast light rain, each beam represented a Divine Court cultivator charging toward the invading Nine Nether Army.

The more Nine Nether beings they could slay, the greater their military achievements; this was an opportunity for them as well.

“Brother Ye, the war has begun,” Xiang Jiba said solemnly.

“What is that?” Ye Junlin frowned, noticing pairs of eyes of varying sizes slowly emerging in the vast sky, coldly observing the battle.

Something about this made him feel quite uncomfortable!

Xiang Jiba chuckled bitterly, “Friend Ye, you may not know, but those are the high-level overseers of the Divine Court and Nine Nether. To ensure fairness in this battle, they’re verifying if any beings beyond the Half-Saint level are participating.”

Ye Junlin’s expression darkened.

For the countless beings of the Immortal Realm, this was a crisis akin to the apocalypse, yet in the eyes of those lofty figures in the universe, this was merely a simulation game.

The Half-Saints were but pieces on a chessboard, and the Immortal Realm was the bargaining chip for both sides!

No matter who won or lost, rules were to be followed!

“One day, I will put an end to all this!” A fierce light burst from Ye Junlin’s eyes, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Xiang Jiba felt a shiver down his spine, oddly convinced this silver-haired youth might actually accomplish that.

But soon, he dismissed that thought.

“What could a native from a small world possibly achieve? Just an unrealistic fantasy, sigh…”

Xiang Jiba sighed inwardly.

Having been born in the Holy Martial Realm, he had broader insights than most cultivators, seeing and understanding more. The more that was the case, the more reverence he maintained.

Thus, he thought Ye Junlin simply came from a small place, still too narrow-minded to grasp the depth of the Divine Court and Nine Nether.

Just take the Divine Court rumored to reside in the Chaotic Space, where ninety-nine percent of beings in the universe did not even qualify to step in!

Because the entry requirement was the Saint Ancestor Realm!

That was the Saint Ancestor Realm!

Even his master, Panlong Wusheng, found it hard to reach, and after countless eternities, only had the slightest chance of breakthrough…

Of course, he would never voice such thoughts out loud, fearing it would annoy Ye Junlin. After all, he was also someone who had read “Emotional Intelligence”!

“Brother Ye, my people are already engaged in battle with the Nine Nether army. I hope you can extend a helping hand to assist us,” Xiang Jiba said, gazing into the broken sky above, where two forces clashed intensely.

With a solemn expression, he shot up into the air, his figure soaring like a divine dragon from the heavens, stirring up mighty currents.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering a random mission: Resist the invasion of the Nine Nether Army into the Immortal Realm, reward: Human Sovereign Banner!]

At that moment, the system’s notification sounded.

Ye Junlin raised an eyebrow.

Human Sovereign Banner?

Just hearing that name sounded impressive!

“What’s the level of this Human Sovereign Banner? What does it do?” Ye Junlin asked with curiosity.

[Ding, to the host, the Human Sovereign Banner has no fixed level. Its function is to absorb the souls of the deceased and refine them into soul slaves that know only battle, with strength and cultivation equal to their former selves. The more souls absorbed, the greater the power of the Human Sovereign Banner; there’s no limit to the number it can contain!]

The system explained.

“Hiss~~~~”

Hearing this, Ye Junlin couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

Holy crap, that’s insanely overpowered!

With the Human Sovereign Banner in hand, wouldn’t that mean he’d have his own undead army?

“I can only imagine how terrifying the Human Sovereign Banner’s power would be if I could capture the Divine Lord and the Nine Nether Lord!”

A bold thought flashed through his mind, igniting his motivation to strive!

“Ah~”

Suddenly, a woman’s piercing scream echoed down from the heavens.

Then, a bloodied half-body crashed heavily at Ye Junlin’s feet.

Bang!

Ye Junlin squinted, realizing this person looked a bit familiar.

“Help me, help me…”

The beautiful but injured Song Linlin wailed from the ground, her fair face twisted in pain, eyes filled with deep despair.

Emerging from the Flower Bud Realm, her cultivation reached Half-Saint level nine, making her strength only second to Xiang Jiba in this Divine Court team. Yet, barely after the battle began, she was reduced to this terrible state.

Her slender waist seemed severed by a lethal weapon; the wound rapidly deteriorated, as a weird power ravaged her life force, preventing any chance of recovery.

Before long, Song Linlin, filled with resentment and regret, fell to the ground, lifeless.

“Hahahaha, such delight!”

In the shattered sky, a tall figure clad in dark red armor, with blood-red wings flapping behind him, let out a maniacal laugh while wielding his battle knife.

He was none other than Blood Hong, the mightiest among the Nine Nether allied forces!

And Song Linlin had been slain by him, with just one strike, demonstrating just how powerful he was!