CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151: ONE THOUGHT DRIFTS ACROSS THE EARTHLY WORLD, FOREVER INERADICABLE

The last young man on the Path of Immortal Ascension sensed something and turned around. Seeing the beautiful young woman in the golden robe also ascending, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"You foolish girl, don’t overestimate yourself! At only the fourth layer of the Divine Bridge Realm, you dare to attempt the Path of Immortal Ascension? Stop dreaming and go back!"

Upon hearing the young man’s words, the others walking ahead turned to look at Su Wanyi, the female cultivator at the fourth layer of the Divine Bridge Realm. Seeing that she too intended to walk this Path of Immortal Ascension, their faces filled with scorn.

"Go back! This opportunity isn’t for someone like you to compete for!"

"Exactly! If your strength doesn’t reach the level of a Super Sect or a Sky-Level Sect, don’t even think about it!"

"Little sister, hurry back. The forces on this path are too strong; they might crush your delicate body!"

One by one, they tried to dissuade her. The last to speak was a female cultivator in her early twenties, dressed in a light yellow robe, strikingly beautiful.

"Thank you all for your kind intentions. I appreciate the sentiment!" Su Wanyi responded, her face calm and her expression indifferent.

Her Ancestral Dragon Bloodline surged within her, filling her with boundless confidence. Her delicate form shifted, and she suddenly quickened her pace, swiftly ascending the steps of the Path of Immortal Ascension, TAP, TAP, TAP.

"What...?"

The others were instantly shocked. Under the immense oppressive force, they could barely move. Each step was incredibly difficult. Yet, this beautiful woman in the golden robe moved with astonishing speed, leaving them dumbfounded.

Su Wanyi quickly surpassed the last young man. She strode upward confidently.

"How... how is this possible?" The young man stared, his jaw almost on the ground, as he could only watch Su Wanyi pass him by. He, a dignified cultivator at the Tenth Layer of the Divine Bridge Realm, found the Path of Immortal Ascension so arduous. How could this delicate-looking girl, merely at the fourth layer, move so quickly?

HISS... The others on the Path of Immortal Ascension let out a collective GASP. They watched as Su Wanyi advanced step by step, soon overtaking several of them.

One young man, his face contorted with a sinister expression, grew furious. As Su Wanyi passed, he suddenly reached out, attempting to grab her and pull her down.

"Hmph!" Su Wanyi sneered. She reacted instantly, seizing the young man’s wrist and yanking him backward. The young man lost his footing and tumbled down the stone steps, rolling for seven or eight meters before coming to a stop.

"How is this woman so strong?" The others were astounded, a question dawning in their minds. Could it be that this woman isn’t affected by the suppressive force?

Su Wanyi continued forward. She, too, felt the tremendous oppressive force. However, possessing the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, her physical body was far superior to those of the other nine cultivators. Even if the pressure was like a mountain bearing down on her, she could withstand it.

She seems to be doing alright, Ye Yun, who had been observing Su Wanyi, thought, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her advance with such ease. A body transformed by the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline was naturally unimaginably powerful. Throughout the entire Cangnan Continent, no other bloodline could compare. Even though Su Wanyi’s Ancestral Dragon Bloodline was only at 8%, her physique far surpassed that of her peers. Ye Yun, having reached 99%, could tear through the solid void within the barrier simply by activating his Ancestral Dragon Body. This demonstrated the terrifying might of the Ancestral Dragon Body.

However, Ye Yun rarely needed to use it anymore. His various Divine Techniques and Divine Soldier Magical Treasures had already rendered him invincible in the world. There was hardly any occasion for the Ancestral Dragon Body to make an appearance. Having signed in for 100,000 years, the benefits Ye Yun had accumulated far exceeded the standards of this world.

The Heavenly Chosen One must reach the mountaintop to qualify for the Blood Linglong Fairy Hall’s inheritance. What then is the next step? Ye Yun mused to himself, his interest in the person behind the scenes growing.

「At this moment, inside the vermilion coffin.」

The red-robed man’s face twisted, and he unexpectedly transformed back into a stunningly beautiful woman. Her captivating eyes, bright as stars, gazed gently in a certain direction, a knowing smile on her face.

That young girl possesses the bloodline of the Divine Dragon, making me feel incredibly close to her. If this little girl could ultimately obtain the inheritance of the Blood Linglong Fairy Hall, that would be for the best. Although I haven’t found him... seeing a Human cultivator with the same Divine Dragon bloodline still gives me an inexplicable sense of kinship.

"Damn woman, get lost!" The breathtakingly beautiful face contorted again, instantly morphing into a man’s ferocious visage. He bared his teeth and snarled angrily.

"You cannot eliminate this wisp of my obsession! You might as well give up that idea!" the stunning woman’s voice resonated in his mind.

"You wretched woman! Aren’t you just relying on the Nail of Killing Immortals? If not for that, I would have driven you out long ago!" the red-robed man retorted furiously.

Beneath his robe, at the very center of his chest, a long, blood-colored nail was embedded. This blood nail exuded a terrifying aura, pinning his heart firmly. For tens of thousands of years, the red-robed man had tried every conceivable method but could not remove this Nail of Killing Immortals.

"Hmph!" the stunning woman sneered from within his mind, "Stop wasting your efforts. Once the Nail of Killing Immortals is driven into the heart, not even a True God can escape. Furthermore, my obsession has already fused with this Nail of Killing Immortals. You can forget about escaping in this lifetime!"

"Hmph!" The red-robed man grunted, saying no more. This time, he pinned all his hopes on the second phase of his plan. As soon as a Human cultivator inherited the complete legacy of the Blood Linglong Fairy Hall, he planned to abandon this physical body and seize that cultivator’s.

...

Su Wanyi gradually progressed along the Path of Immortal Ascension. Eventually, she surpassed even the arrogant young man in white robes, taking the lead. The remaining nine cultivators could only watch Su Wanyi’s departing figure with a mixture of anger and frustration, but they were powerless to do anything. Fortunately, it wasn’t only the first to set foot on the Path of Immortal Ascension who qualified; everyone who embarked on it was eligible. Thus, being fast didn’t inherently grant a greater advantage at this stage.

As she walked deeper into the mist-shrouded Path of Immortal Ascension, Su Wanyi began to feel even greater pressure. Her steps were no longer as light as before.

「Two hours later.」

Su Wanyi’s qi and blood surged, and sweat drenched her body, but she gritted her teeth and persevered. Through the mist, she could already glimpse the end of the mountain path. Only a few hundred more steps, and she would complete this segment of the Path of Immortal Ascension.

One step, two steps, three steps...

With each of these hundreds of steps, the pressure she endured was unimaginable. At this point, Su Wanyi’s joints began to creak audibly. Clenching her teeth, she walked for another two hours and finally completed this section of the Path of Immortal Ascension.

At the exit of the Path of Immortal Ascension, an ancient stele stood upon the ground. Su Wanyi gazed at it.

"A single thought of the Red Dust, never to fade through eternity."

Two lines of exceedingly ancient, weathered characters were carved upon the stele. Su Wanyi took a deep breath. Looking at these eight characters, she felt an indescribable emotion stir within her heart.

This is...

Within Ye Yun’s mind, upon seeing these eight characters, his expression underwent a subtle change. He actually sensed a familiar style in these eight characters. However, only half of the characters on the stele bore a resemblance to what he knew. The other half was different. For a moment, Ye Yun couldn’t be certain.

Could these... truly be the words of my old friend from 100,000 years ago?