Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 688

Now, faced with the prey delivered right to her door, Bo Chengli certainly wouldn’t miss this golden opportunity.

Her current cultivation level was at Half-Saint, fifth stage. If she could absorb the essence from Young Master Cao, she’d surely progress further. But for the greater good, Bo Chengli would restrain herself.

After all, Young Master Cao was her foundation in the Cao family. She aimed to leverage this base, expanding the pool of targets to quickly spread to all the males in the Cao family!

Just imagine, if even the Cao Family Ancestor obeyed her every command, how smoothly her path would be in the future!

Initially uncomfortable with that unique absorption method, Bo Chengli gradually began enjoying it, often relishing the experience and finding it not too unbearable.

Transforming from a man to a woman took a lot of courage, but once adapted, it felt like opening the doors to a new world, tapping into an indescribable thrill!

“It’s a pity that when I eventually cultivate successfully, I’ll be unable to return forcefully for revenge; by that time, the Holy Realm will already be gone,” she mused.

Thinking of her previous enemy, Ye Junlin, Bo Chengli felt a complex mix of emotions. Claiming she didn’t hate him would be a lie; after all, she had come this far thanks to him.

Yet, as time went by, she started to like her new identity, which was quite a contradiction!

But still, if she got the chance for revenge, Bo Chengli would definitely take matters into her own hands to resolve her heartache!

Shaking off her wandering thoughts, Bo Chengli looked at the dazed young man before her and said with a smile:

“Young Master Cao, what brings you to seek me out late at night? Got an issue that needs my expertise?”

Gazing at this lithe figure in a pink dress, exuding charm, Young Master Cao felt parched, overwhelmed inside.

It was like cat claws scratching at his heart.

So itchy!

“Ah, yes, I’ve got a problem—I need the Peach Blossom Fairy to help me out…”

“Just a little help? Hmm-hmm?”

“No, actually, it could take a lot, lots of help!”

“Haha, Young Master Cao, how humorous you are~”

Her laughter filled the room, brimming with joy, making anyone excited, unable to contain their feelings.

“I’ll prove it to you right now!”

At that moment, Young Master Cao lost all control, breathing heavily as he lunged forward like a beast.

The curtains fell, casting shadows of two entwined figures…

In the vast starry sky, a luxurious holy ship raced through the cosmos, parting clouds of nebulae along its path, grand and imposing.

The cultivators from the Black and White Realm had no idea they would soon face the largest crisis in history because of a special outsider!

And so, as the storm approached, all those stranded in the Holy Realm quickly fled, including a small group of fear-driven local cultivators.

Across the expansive universe, countless gazes focused on this world—some with sympathy, some with pity, some with mockery, others with ridicule.

No one believed the Holy Realm could survive this catastrophe; relying solely on a so-called Celestial Court, there was no power to protect it!

Boom!

The stars trembled, and the sun and moon dimmed.

The mighty Nine Nether Army set forth, sweeping towards their destination in a grand display.

Looking out, numerous dark red holy ships gleamed with metallic luster, accompanied by war fortresses comparable to small asteroids moving at high speeds, creating an overwhelming spectacle!

Countless soldiers of the Nine Nether, riding holy beasts, wielded fluttering military flags as they advanced through the iron tide.

At this moment, they gathered with a singular purpose: to flatten the Holy Realm and eradicate every living being in this world!

In this terrifying army, Half-Saints were merely the lowest cannon fodder, True Saints charged into battle as common soldiers, and there were countless Celestial Saints, even the number of Ancient Saints reached into the six-figure range!

Against such a formidable force, any medium-sized Holy Dao world would tremble in despair!

After all, the greatest foundation of a medium-sized Holy Dao world was merely Ancient Saints. Typically, having a couple in the double digits was considered good, achieving triple digits would be top-tier.

Yet this Nine Nether Army had an terrifyingly high number of Ancient Saints, amounting to over a hundred thousand!

Under such a disparity in strength, wasn’t their fate to be crushed?

This is the terrifying nature of the catastrophic decree of extermination!

Under the fearful gazes of countless beings, this Nine Nether Army swept across the major star systems, their terrifying aura causing even distant planets to tremble, shattering into cosmic dust.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The battle cries rang out like heavenly thunder, murderous intent surged like a raging torrent, each inch of space felt frozen solid.

Holy Martial Realm.

On the towering Holy Mountain stood a palace, its top surrounded by numerous gigantic stars, radiating brilliant light.

This was the sacred place for cultivators of the Holy Martial Realm, the Panlong Hall!

The founder of the Panlong Hall was the strongest being in the Holy Martial Realm—Panlong Wusheng!

Since he had broken through to the Saint Ancestor Realm, the status of the entire world had risen, making his power the unrivaled top force, highly esteemed by countless cultivators wishing to join.

Inside the Great Hall, the atmosphere was serious and solemn as numerous figures sat cross-legged on the open ground.

Among them were both men and women, all respecting the individual floating at the highest point ahead, a gigantic figure made of light.

This figure sat cross-legged, its exact appearance obscured, surrounded by golden dragon-shaped Saint Aura. Each breath caused the void to tremble, seemingly capable of influencing the laws of this world.

He was Panlong Wusheng, a mighty being of the Saint Ancestor Realm!

At this moment.

Panlong Wusheng seemed to sense something, waving his hand as a massive screen suddenly appeared in the air.

The screen displayed a terrifying scene, a vast Nine Nether Army on the march, with holy ships, war fortresses, and countless armored riders—it had it all.

Gasps filled the hall.

Disciples felt their scalps tingle, eyes filled with a hint of fear!

Yet knowing they were in the Holy Martial Realm, with a Saint Ancestor Realm powerhouse watching over them, they felt more reassured, their expressions returning to normal, bearing sympathetic looks.

“After this battle, there will be no more Holy Realm,” Panlong Wusheng spoke with indifference, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like stating an undisputed fact.

In his view, once the catastrophic decree of extermination was issued, only a large Holy Dao world could withstand it, meaning they needed a Saint King commanding the force.

Aside from that, annihilation was certain!

“Ah, that Holy Realm was truly foolish, having a chance to rely on the power of the Divine Court to avert such calamity, yet they let it come to this. They’re practically asking for doom!”

A robust male disciple shook his head, sighing.

“Blame that Celestial Court leader; the Holy Realm got dragged into this mess because of him!”

“Exactly, who does he think he is? Daring to call himself the Celestial Emperor; doesn’t he know only the Divine Court leader has that right? What a joke!”

“His arrogance has angered the Divine Court, implicating the world he’s in—he’s such a calamity!”

“Well, look at that, this so-called Celestial Court has barely been established and is already facing extinction, simply laughable!”

In that moment, the disciples engaged in a lively debate, sharing their thoughts on this matter.

Unanimously, they showed disdain and ridicule.

Those who could remain in the Panlong Hall were the true disciples of Panlong Wusheng, which meant they had at least reached the True Saint level.

Even the formal disciples were ranked, the seating arranged by status. The closer to Panlong Wusheng, the higher the rank—from True Inheritance Disciples to Inner Disciples and Outer Disciples.

Someone like Xiang Jiba, who had just broken through to True Saint not long ago, naturally belonged to the Outer Disciples.

At this time, he sat towards the back, listening to the surrounding discussions, his face darkened.

Watching the Nine Nether Army on the screen, the pressure they exuded made him shiver, his back cold.

The scale of this army of Saints was not comparable to the previous forces he had encountered—those were merely small skirmishes, not even in the same league!

“Ye Daoyou, what will you do next?” Xiang Jiba thought, feeling utterly powerless, his face filled with worry.

…

Holy Realm.

Ye Junlin stood with his hands behind his back atop the clouds, his eyes revealing profound meaning.

No one knew he had been eagerly awaiting this day!

Prior to this, he had learned from Liu Huangshu just how terrifying the catastrophic decree of extermination was.

Although Ye Junlin felt invincible against foes of the same level, there’s an old saying: “Few against many.” If he found himself trapped in deep waters, struggling to escape, it would be troublesome.

So, he wasn’t arrogant enough to face the Nine Nether Army alone without any external help.

To deal with the impending Nine Nether Army, he had personally set up a series of traps, waiting for a chain reaction to occur, ready for a significant harvest!

“Come on, my Human Sovereign Banner is more than ready…” Ye Junlin said meaningfully.