Eternal Emperor's Path to Ascension

In the deep pit, Hong Xuanchen coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling to sit up as he tried to consume a divine pill in his Sea of Consciousness to heal his injuries and recover quickly.

However, only then did he find out that hid Sea of Consciousness had already been sealed.

He looked at the sky, full of resentment as he barely managed to sit up. The other people from the Upper Realm who were with him quickly came to his side.

Seeing this, high above the Lower Realm, the Venerated True God of Divine Fortune shook his head, half disappointed and half content.

Half disappointed because Hong Xuanchen lost, and half content because he had already expected it, and Hong Xuanchen's performance was still decent enough.

He no longer watched the Lower Realm and closed his eyes, immersing himself in his previous ethereal state of cultivation.

He knew that Hong Xuanchen won't die. The other party won't dare to kill him.

Even if the Celestial Sword Heavenly Spiritual Root wanted to kill Hong Xuanchen, those old fellows hiding in the dark near the Second Great Mortal World would take action to curry favor with him.

Hong Xuanchen was safe in the Lower Realm.

At this moment, in the Lower Realm, Second Great Mortal World.

Due to the commotion, countless powerhouses from the Isle of Heavenly Demons also came forward to assess the situation.

After all, the ritual was still in its procession. If something unexpected happened, they would be in grave danger.

Kong Junyu also appeared, and was shocked to find the expert from the Upper Realm being beaten to the ground by the Saint Master of Kunlun Divine Mountain, the Nine Extremities Sword Celestial.

Hong Xuanchen slowly got up with difficulty, pointing a finger at the sky and shouting loudly.

"You! How dare you seal my Sea of Consciousness! Unseal my Sea of Consciousness right this instance, otherwise, you will pay the consequences!"

Everyone present stared at him as if looking at a fool.

"Are all people from the Upper Realm fools like that?"

Someone suddenly sent a voice transmission to the person standing beside them.

"No idea."

The other person shrugged.

"Could our ancestors have also become like this after ascending? Could it be that those people from the Upper Realm are using this tactic to force our ancestors to work in the Spirit Stone Mines?"

"Pfft!"

The other person choked on his own, only to realize everyone else was staring at him, and then glared at the person standing beside him with hatred.

Watching everyone around him staring at him like a clown, Hong Xuanchen's complexion darkened, and he shouted angrily.

"What? What are you ants staring at!? Do you want me to gouge out your eyes and feed them to the Sky Scorching Chickens!?"

Hong Xuanchen felt extremely angry at this moment. He may have already been around 300 years old, but he spent most of his time cultivating, and now, fighting with Tian Yun.

In fact, the total amount of time he had spent in the outside world and interacting with others except for some old Immortals and his master was less than 18 years.

Although it was said that Immortal Cultivators also obtained knowledge as their realm increased, it was not all true. In fact, the knowledge that the cultivators obtained was in relation to the harmony of heaven and earth, the Great Dao, the heavenly rules, and the laws of the world, at least, before officially becoming an Immortal.

Only after becoming an Immortal could one actually gain some knowledge about mental enlightenment and detachment.

Immortal Cultivators who had not ascended to immortality and exuded such detachment were, in fact, just extremely old and had seen the world.

Even then, all Immortals had their own form of enlightenment and paths, so some did not obtain worldly detachment at all.

Hong Xuanchen walked the path of invincibility and arrogance, using it as a base to achieve enlightenment and step onto the Immortal Dao.

However, at this moment, he was first beaten down by someone from the Lower Realm he considered an ant, and now was being looked down upon by even beings who had not yet stepped into the Immortal Ascension Realm.

This made him extremely angry.

Although it was far from being able to shake his resolve or crumble his Dao Heart, it was still annoying, like the feeling of a mosquito continously buzzing in his ear.

At his words, no one spoke anything, just looking away in silence.

Before he could say anything else, Tian Yun's voice suddenly echoed from above.

"Enough."

Immediately, everyone changed their expression and looked up into the sky, seeing a huge purple Dharma Avatar slowly descending.

The experts on the righteous path's side had reverent and respectful expressions, while those on the demonic forces' side showed fear.

But no one moved as Tian Yun descended.

The demonic forces didn't even dare to breath at this moment.

Just as he was about to step foot onto the ground, a strong beam of demonic light shot into the sky form the center of the island, turning the sky red and grabbing everyone's attention right away.

*Whoosh!*

The beam of light pierced the clouds, causing everyone's expressions to change drastically.

Tian Yun's face turned serious as he glanced at Hong Xuanchen before waving his hand and catching the other party, lifting him up by his collar as he disappeared on the spot.

Everyone present didn't delay and followed the beam of light into the depths of the island, rushing towards the Altar of the Demon God.

At the Altar of the Demon God, a spacetime crack ripped open, void shattered, and heavenly rules collapsed. Demonic light poured out of the spacetime crack, rushing straight towards the sky.

Under the altar, Ye Ling sat cross-legged, surrounded by many treasures and charms, the only unsettling thing being the fact that all of these were demonic, refined from the blood and soul of countless living beings, and still exuded the aura of decay and malicious.

However, Ye Ling's expression was hardened at this moment, complexity flashing past his eyes as he remembered the process of the ritual.

Now, it was a crucial moment, and all the work had to be done by the soul, which was why he needed to cultivate to at least the Nascent Soul Realm.

Ye Ling secretly looked at the Heavenly Devil System in his conscious and cautiously asked, "Is there really no danger in it? Although I was raised by them in this life, I still don't trust these demonic cultivators and Demons at all."

"Ding! Don't worry, host. Your body is already protected by the power of the system. After this is done, you can finally be free of your duties and go out to do all kinds of quests and ascend to the Upper Realm!"

Ye Ling felt slightly relieved upon hearing this, and his soul finally left his body, flying towards the spatial crack.

Immediately, he performed the resurrection technique taught to him by the Half Immortal expert of the Demon Race as the surrounding Spirit Qi gathered around the spacetime crack crazily, almost sweeping away Ye Ling's soul before he stabilized himself.

At that moment, Tian Yun and the others appeared.

Seeing them, the experts around Ye Ling changed their expressions, and without saying a word, they all rushed at eachother.

However, the next instance, a blood curdling scream halted their movements.

"AHHHHHHHHHHGHHHH YOU F*CKING BASTARDS WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?"

This voice belonged to no one else but Ye Ling himself.

At this moment, he was about to go back to his body before his soul was restrained on the spot, Demonic Energy continously rushed towards his soul, making him feel like his soul was being pricked with a thousand needles at the same moment.

One had to know that the pain from the soul was countless times worse than physical pain. Not just that, beings below the Nascent Soul Realm couldn't even handle even slight soul pain without suffering a soul related injury.

Even at the Nascent Soul Realm, souls weren't particularly strong, and they could be easily crushed into nothingness.

The pain Ye Ling felt at this moment was the worst he had ever felt in both his past and present lives combined.

However, no matter how he screamed, no one from his side came forward to help him, just looking at him with cold eyes.

The others around them, specially those of the righteous path, were dumbfounded seeing this.

Of course they knew who Ye Ling was, he was the infamous Demon Saint cultivated by the demonic forces.

But what was happening before their eyes.

Kong Junyu's eyes widened, and without hesitating, he rushed forward, wanting to help Ye Ling.

However, the next instant, he was slapped away by a powerful Half Immortal of the demonic path, crashing onto a small hill a hundred miles away.

The Half Immortal looked at Kong Junyu coldly, speaking in an emotionless tone, "What? Are you trying to forcefully make the Demon Saint give up his life purpose?"