Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity

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Elder Yan’s scalp nearly exploded as he exclaimed, “You’re going so far! Aren’t you afraid the Yuhua Sect will blame you?”

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. “Wait, I get it! The previous Elder Mu from the outer sect was actually killed by you!”

“Exactly! Since I’ve already made enemies, why not take a few more?” Ye Junlin laughed heartily.

Boom!

The already cracked pagoda was on the verge of collapse.

Elder Yan, weak in aura, shouted at the Golden Flying Boat, “Aren’t you going to hurry and take the Saint Son away?! Hurry up!!”

“Elder Yan!” On the Golden Flying Boat, Chen Xiao’s face turned pale, his heart churning with storms.

He never thought the killer of his father would be this powerful!

How could such a strong individual emerge from this little Arid Province?!

Unbelievable!!

“Quick, take the Saint Son away!”

The cultivators from Yuhua Sect looked frantic and prepared to fully activate the flying magical treasure.

“Trying to escape? Die!”

Hong Qianye sneered, immediately charging in, her palm wrapped in rising flames, striking the flying boat like a fire phoenix.

“This master and disciple are insane…” Many cultivators watching broke out in cold sweat, their hearts racing in fear.

They just killed an elder from the Yuhua Sect and now wanted to eliminate the Saint Son as well!

The sky in the Eastern Domain might just fall!

“Amitabha~”

A Buddha chant rang out.

Hong Qianye’s attack was completely blocked by a Buddha light palm imprint; a monk clad in a cassock, twisting prayer beads stood before them.

Hanging Temple’s Master Jingchan!

Thanks to this distraction, the Golden Flying Boat managed to activate successfully, vanishing into the void in the blink of an eye, fleeing the scene in a panic.

Seeing the prey slip away, Hong Qianye was quite unhappy, coldly stating, “Old bald donkey, aren’t you meddling a bit too much?”

Master Jingchan clasped his hands together, his expression one of compassion. “Esteemed lady, when will the cycle of revenge end? Why must you pursue total annihilation?”

“Esteemed lady…”

A chill flashed in Hong Qianye’s eyes as she mocked, “Old bald donkey, don’t think I can’t see through your Buddhist tricks. You’re just trying to make the Yuhua Sect owe you a favor. How disgustingly hypocritical!”

As a Demonic Cultivator, she despised such Buddhist practitioners, who, despite knowing they were acting for their own interest, pretended to stand on moral grounds.

“Esteemed lady, your prejudice against the Buddhist Sect is too strong; you are already treading the path of demons. I advise you to exercise some restraint,” Master Jingchan’s expression remained unchanged, his tone heavy with warning.

“Old bald donkey, am I giving you face? Who needs you to lecture me?!”

Hong Qianye sneered.

“Stubborn and ignorant.”

A flash of anger appeared in Master Jingchan’s eyes as he lowly growled, “If that’s the case, then let me enlighten you!”

Boom!

A powerful sense of pressure enveloped the surroundings.

Hong Qianye’s face changed dramatically; this old bald donkey was at the pinnacle of the Unity Stage!

“Ah!”

A heart-wrenching scream echoed as Elder Yan’s spirit tool shattered, his divine soul obliterated by a giant hand.

“Are you trying to bully my apprentice?” Ye Junlin flew in front of Hong Qianye, his expression dark as he glared at Master Jingchan.

Upon seeing Ye Junlin, Master Jingchan withdrew his aura, smiling gently. “Esteemed disciple Ye, this is all a misunderstanding; I merely intended to guide this junior.”

“Guide? You think you’re worthy?”

Ye Junlin scoffed; a reborn True Immortal needed the guidance of an old bald donkey like him?

Hong Qianye clasped her hands, saying, “Master, I was just trying to intercept that flying boat, but this old bald donkey intervened, causing their escape.”

“Amitabha, well said, well said. The old monk only feels this matter has gone too far, so I intervened to correct it. If you insist on blaming me, I have nothing more to say. Farewell.”

With that, Master Jingchan turned to leave.

“Hey! You think you can just cocky run away after showing off?!”

“Stop right there!”

Ye Junlin bellowed.

Master Jingchan narrowed his eyes. “Esteemed disciple Ye, what is the meaning of this?”

“Heh, I must say, you bald donkey are quite cunning. You play the good guy while I’m the bad guy. So smart, yet you don’t think to calculate when your demise will be, huh?”

Ye Junlin said with a cold smirk.

Master Jingchan’s expression darkened. “Esteemed disciple Ye, that’s going too far!”

He thought of himself as a representative of the Hanging Temple, which was a top Buddhist force in the Eastern Domain. After Ye Junlin had just offended the Yuhua Sect, he wouldn’t dare to challenge the Hanging Temple, would he?

Boom!

A terrifying punch imprint crashed down.

“You!”

Master Jingchan was startled and furious, desperately trying to resist.

The golden bell shield appeared, resonating with the sound of Buddhist chants.

Bang!

The golden bell shield shattered, Master Jingchan was sent flying over ten meters, regaining his stance as blood trickled from his mouth, growling, “Too much! Do you really think my Hanging Temple is a soft persimmon?”

Swish, swish, swish~

A group of monks arrived behind him, each holding various magical treasures, glaring angrily, their momentum rising like a dragon.

With a wave of Master Jingchan’s hand, a completely golden nine-ringed staff appeared, emitting a brilliant light like the sun.

Meanwhile, the monks recited Buddha chants, each channeling their magical power into Master’s body.

In an instant, a terrifying energy aura surged in all directions!

Master Jingchan’s cultivation soared to perfection within the Unity Stage, his eyes gleaming with golden light, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Boom…

A gigantic Buddha avatar appeared in the sky, looking majestic and sanctified, radiating inviolable holiness.

“This is the divine ability of the Hanging Temple!!”

Everyone was shocked.

Xue Tianyi laughed coldly, “Is this guy named Ye brainless? He actually dares to offend the Hanging Temple? Is he tired of living?!”

He held hostility against Ye Junlin, eager to see him fall.

“Esteemed disciple Ye, I gave you a chance!”

Master Jingchan said coldly.

With the joint formation of the Buddhist monks and the support of a mid-grade spirit tool, his strength had reached an extraordinary level.

In this situation, he believed that Ye Junlin wouldn’t easily defeat him anymore!

“Interesting.”

Ye Junlin stroked his chin.

Hong Qianye stood quietly aside, eager to see where this silver-haired young man’s limits lay.

“Now, let me save you!”

Swish, Master Jingchan swung his nine-ringed staff, unleashing a torrent of energy that seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.

Ye Junlin raised his hand. “Coffin Come!!”

Boom! The void was about to collapse as an ancient bronze coffin flew out, exuding a vast and ancient atmosphere.

The ancient coffin stood five meters tall and nine meters long, embodying a dominant presence.

This was the Burial Heaven Coffin!

Previously a low-grade spirit tool, now that Ye Junlin had broken through to the perfection of the Unity Stage, it had reached the realm of a high-grade spirit tool.

In the blink of an eye, the Burial Heaven Coffin blocked the powerful attack.

“This!”

Master Jingchan’s expression shifted.

“Everybody, get in!” Ye Junlin sneered.

The Burial Heaven Coffin suddenly opened, unleashing an unparalleled terrifying suction force.

“Not good!”

Master Jingchan’s scalp prickled as he gathered all his strength to resist the pull.

“Ah…” Unexpectedly, the monks behind him were pulled in one after another, their faces full of fear as they shouted, “Master, save me!!”

After being sucked in, there were no more sounds to be heard.

“Evil thing! You of the Xuantian Sect actually have an evil item!” Master Jingchan trembled visibly, whether out of anger or fear.

Bang!

The Buddha avatar vanished.

Master Jingchan’s face turned pale as he sensed death approaching, quickly pleading, “Everyone, this person is an evil cultist! Quickly help and kill him!”

Wow, that’s a heavy accusation to throw.

Everyone inwardly cursed; who in their right mind would dare to lend a hand now?

“Hurry up and get in?! Come on!” Ye Junlin roared, channeling his magical power to activate the bronze coffin.

Whirring, whirring~

An even greater force of attraction dragged Master Jingchan closer.

“Buddha, save me!” Master Jingchan cried out in despair as he was finally pulled into the Burial Heaven Coffin.

The coffin closed, plunging into silence.

In that moment, amidst the disbelief of the crowd, Ye Junlin’s silver-white long hair flowed wildly, dominantly holding the Burial Heaven Coffin as his gaze surveyed the surroundings, his voice resonating like heavenly thunder, echoing throughout the realm.

In just three short words, he radiated an invincible resolve.

“Is there anyone else?!!”