Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 760

Time rewinds to just before the great war begins.

The entire universe is laser-focused on the Kunlun Realm, especially the Divine Court’s top ten worlds, treating Kunlun Realm as a grand stage, for there, an unprecedented Divine Court Young Master is about to be born.

The world the Divine Court Young Master hails from will achieve true transcendence, securing an unshakeable position in dominating the myriad realms from then on!

This matter is of monumental importance and must be given the utmost attention!

In the vast starry sky, a massive light curtain appears, projecting scenes from the Heavenly Emperor City in the Kunlun Realm.

The gazes of countless beings converge on this light curtain, as if they are all collectively witnessing the birth of the Divine Court Young Master!

“What a pity that the top three from the Supreme Rankings aren’t here yet; I think their chances of winning are the highest.”

“Do we even need to guess? Obviously, it’s Dao Wuhen from the Primordial Realm who’s got the best hope! He’s hailed as the once-in-an-era genius of the Dao Clan! Even the Dao Lord praises him endlessly!”

“Amitabha Buddha, I think the Buddhist Son from the Western Sky Realm is no slouch either. Rumor has it he’s already touched the ultimate realm of meditation, the Bodhi Buddha Heart. If it comes down to a real fight, he has a good shot too!”

“Hmph, I’m betting on Situ Kong from the Heavenly Realm. He’s the legendary inheritor of the Holy Body and recently defeated the previous Young Master; he’s gotten even stronger! He’s the leader of the young generation from the Bright Clan!”

Across the starry sky, discussions are buzzing, mainly revolving around the top three of the Supreme Rankings.

After all, these are the three strongest prodigies in the Divine Court, the other seven simply can’t compare.

Though they’re on the same list, the actual gap between them is vast!

This leads many beings to believe that the top three of the Supreme Rankings are more qualified to compete for the title of Divine Court Young Master.

As for the other prodigies, they’re just there to make up the numbers and serve as background.

But strangely, there’s a portion of the crowd with a different opinion.

“I think the fourth-ranked Xu Baitian has tremendous potential; I’ve heard his divine eye has evolved to a very high degree, granting him many incredible abilities!”

“Exactly! I see him as a dark horse! People like him often have the greatest potential for creating miracles!”

“Auste from the Titan Clan is impressive too; he has pure Titan blood flowing through him, and his physical defenses are even considered the best of his level!”

“I think Liu Bai from the Ten Thousand Swords Realm shouldn’t be underestimated either. He claims to shatter ten thousand techniques with a single sword, and he’s the most favored disciple of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords!”

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Although they can’t compare to the hype surrounding the top three, they’re still generating quite a discussion.

It’s like a massive idol worship scene, with fans of each idol ranging from large to small groups.

The giants from the top ten worlds are watching everything unfold from the shadows.

It’s like a fight between representatives, where they, being powerful beings at the Saint Ancestor Realm, are subtly contending with one another behind the scenes.

They know full well that there can only be one Divine Court Young Master, and inevitably, there will be nine defeats, the closer one’s rank, the greater the chances.

Most importantly, it’s about representing their respective worlds, showcasing some level of power; that’s the real deal.

After all, such conflicts are generally kept to a minimum; deaths typically don’t occur.

“As for this kid Liu Bai, I don’t expect him to seize the Young Master title; I just hope he can perform well and uphold the reputation of our Ten Thousand Swords Realm. After all, it’s a pilgrimage site for countless sword cultivators!”

The one speaking is the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, a venerable figure who stands at the pinnacle of the Sword Path, and holds the title of the strongest sword in the Divine Court.

“Auste, pull yourself together and don’t let us down!” A blue-skinned old man with a white knotted beard and a horned helmet sits on a throne in the Titan Realm, raising his wine cup and shouting toward the light curtain.

He is the patriarch of the Titan Clan, a formidable figure capable of obliterating countless planets with a punch, and a mere breath from him could shift the course of rivers!

“My son Situ Kong possesses the demeanor of a Divine Court Young Master!” In the Heavenly Realm, Situ Tian, the clan leader of the Bright Clan, slams his thigh in excitement and shouts out.

He is heartbroken over the loss of his younger son, but is comforted knowing that his elder son Situ Kong is performing excellently. Just moments ago, he had recovered from his injuries and set off for the Kunlun Realm.

Situ Tian believes that his elder son will undoubtedly create miracles, as he bears the Holy Body and is destined to lead the Bright Clan to greater glory!

With everything set, the various cosmic forces are all keenly watching the developments.

On the light curtain, images change in rapid succession.

When they see Empress Fuyao representing the Celestial Court, single-handedly resisting the seven strongest from the Supreme Rankings, it instantly causes quite a stir.

They hadn’t anticipated that this seemingly weak Celestial Court actually had such a powerhouse retaining its strength here!

Who is that woman?

So incredibly domineering!

“Empress Fuyao, it’s her! She’s the Empress Fuyao!” An ancient being who recognized her identity shouts out in excitement.

Empress Fuyao!

The starry sky shakes, and the hearts of many powerful beings are chilled.

They are of course familiar with this ancient Supreme from a bygone era.

But never did they think that this ancient Supreme was still alive and fighting for the Celestial Court, battling against seven strong contenders!

“Now, this is interesting—the once Empress Fuyao has reemerged into the world.”

“It’s evident she’s been affected by the Kunlun Realm’s environment; otherwise, with her exceptional talent, she would have long since risen to our level. What a pity.”

“Haha, this is no longer her era; being suppressed is only a matter of time.”

Various major figures at the Saint Ancestor Realm are chatting in the background—some mocking, some reveling in her misfortune, some sighing in regret, while others maintain a cold indifference.

Although Empress Fuyao still being alive is quite a shock for them, that’s about it, since she’s currently being suppressed, and her defeat is just a matter of time.

In the Holy Martial Realm.

When Panlong Wusheng sees that familiar and imposing silhouette on the light curtain, his mind instantly erupts with a roar, his eyes widening in disbelief, and his lips trembling.

“It’s really you…”

Thoughts drift back to the distant ancient times.

Back then, he had just ascended to the Immortal Emperor level, was brimming with ambition and vigor, and couldn’t hold himself back from going out to travel, challenging various powerful beings across the realms, ending each encounter with his victory.

Until he met a stunning and authoritative silhouette, also at the Immortal Emperor level, yet she defeated him in less than three moves.

Suffering a crushing defeat left him deeply affected, and just as he was about to sink into despair, that woman’s few words awakened him, igniting his fighting spirit.

Watching her leave, he mustered the courage to ask her name; she only left behind the two words “Fuyao.”

Years later, the name Empress Fuyao shook the starry sky, becoming one of the very few Saints in the entire universe!

Later on, when he heard the news of Empress Fuyao’s fall, an indescribable sadness surged through him.

This matter left a profound impression on Panlong Wusheng.

Ultimately, he had to admit that he harbored feelings of admiration for Empress Fuyao.

But so what? The only woman who ever moved his heart was already gone, and those feelings were buried deep within him, forever sealed away.

In this very moment.

Seeing that familiar figure appear once more strikes a chord in Panlong Wusheng’s heart, and the shock is unparalleled.

The buried feelings within him break free once again!

Especially when he sees Empress Fuyao being besieged by the seven strongest; it’s like a sword stabbing deep into his heart.

Boom!

At this moment, Panlong Wusheng’s fury surges through his chest.

He cannot stand by and allow the one he once admired to be bullied by a bunch of wet-behind-the-ears youngsters!

“Stop it right now!”

A thunderous roar erupts from the Holy Martial Realm that shakes the vast starry river for billions of miles.

“What’s going on?!!”

Amidst the shocked gazes of countless beings, a massive golden hand, swirling with countless dragon-shaped auras, stretches across the vast starry sky, aggressively reaching for the Kunlun Realm.