Chapter 41: The Grand Alliance to Slay the Immortal, Yet Internal Strife Ensues
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Level Eight Ascension Token!
A blood-red light blazed across hundreds of thousands of meters!
At the very moment this crimson radiance blanketed the Ascension Island, all remaining red dots on the island—whether they were hunting others or roaming in search—froze simultaneously.
Every single cultivator turned their eyes toward the high mountain where Yu Xian resided.
This sudden “eight” was too dazzling, too shocking, too absurd!
When everyone else was still at level one to three, one person suddenly jumped to level eight?
This was like a dream!
Now the difference in power was like a chasm—utterly overwhelming.
Level Eight Ascension Token… far outstripping anyone else!
The once relatively stabilized situation on Ascension Island was instantly thrown into chaos.
Yu Xian casually collected the storage bags of the three he had slain and then rearranged some traps before stepping back onto the giant rock and resuming his meditation.
The power surging from the level-eight Ascension Token was like a tsunami, pouring into his body.
His inferior wood spiritual root began to glow brilliantly, and in an instant, evolved into a superior wood spiritual root!
Simultaneously, with waves of Ascension Power raining down, Yu Xian’s cultivation broke through the late Qi Condensation stage, reached perfection, and then…
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the dense blue spiritual pool within him condensed into substance—and from its surface, a small elm tree sprouted. Lush and vibrant.
A little elm tree.
Yu Xian trembled.
Through internal vision, he saw this tiny elm tree that looked exactly like the ancient elm in his hometown village, only a hundred times smaller.
The level-eight token’s power granted him the temporary realm of Foundation Establishment—and with it, he could finally see this elm again.
His mother’s soul, once used to forge his spiritual root, had manifested once more—within him.
Except now, the elm… was him.
It was no longer his mother, but himself.
“My parents gave me life… and you gave me a spiritual root… Great Elm turned Little Elm, Mother… now I’ve grown… I’ve become you…”
Yu Xian whispered, tears rolling down.
After a moment, he wiped his eyes and steadied his breath.
Temporary or not, Foundation Establishment was Foundation Establishment—and everything it gave him, he would fully absorb.
This power was real—he would learn from it.
Foundation Establishment was the stage where spiritual energy became material, forming one’s unique spiritual foundation.
From here on, the cultivator could draw on the world’s Qi without chanting or forming hand seals. Even complex spells like Fire Flood Dragon and Water Vortex could now be cast with a wave of the hand.
This was why Foundation Establishment cultivators could easily crush those in Qi Condensation.
The same spells in the hands of two cultivators—the outcome would be worlds apart.
Yu Xian sat still, deeply sensing the power of Foundation Establishment.
Meanwhile, on the island…
The seventeen remaining red dots—comprising various levels of Ascension Tokens—began moving.
The two level-three token holders stopped all pursuits and joined together.
Five days later, the three level-two holders were persuaded to form a group with them.
Another ten days passed, and the twelve level-one holders also gathered.
Now, all seventeen cultivators left on the island had gathered in one place.
Their combined radiance challenged even Yu Xian’s overwhelming light—faintly outshining him.
The island’s shrinking barrier had now closed in halfway. The suppression no longer harmed animals or plants—it would only obliterate cultivators who touched it.
Though the remaining landmass was still sizable, death’s shadow loomed over them all.
On the 30th day, Yu Xian opened his eyes.
Not because his bodily impurities had stopped being expelled.
No—he could still keep tempering his body.
But the reason he stirred was simple:
That massive cluster of seventeen Ascension Token holders was finally… headed his way.
He looked at them coldly—completely unshaken.
Even without his current Foundation Establishment power, the trap-laden 300-meter zone around him would be enough to deal with a handful.
Unless all seventeen truly united and sacrificed themselves in a coordinated attack, he had nothing to fear.
But they were just a loose alliance—untrusting, temporary. Sand held together by spit.
Yu Xian felt no fear.
The seventeen charged in, tearing through the forest—revealing themselves.
At the front stood Liu Qinghe and the other level-three token holder, both at peak Qi Condensation.
Even though Liu Qinghe had suspected this outcome…
Seeing Yu Xian sitting calmly atop the boulder, exuding the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with a level-eight token above his head—it still chilled his heart.
He had greatly underestimated this youth…
No—gravely underestimated him!
The others wore various expressions: greed, excitement, solemnity, and caution.
This ordinary-looking young man now held eight lives’ worth of Ascension power.
That token was not just intimidation… it was bait!
If anyone could kill him—they would leap straight to level eight!
Yu Xian gazed at them indifferently, and before they could speak, he calmly said:
“I’ve killed enough. I don’t want to kill more. There are only ten slots on this island. I only occupy one.
But if any of you are stupid enough to come courting death… don’t blame me for adding more souls to my token.”
Everyone froze.
Especially the twelve level-one holders, whose eyes flickered with unease.
A level-eight token? He might already be in Foundation Establishment…
Sure, they’d planned to attack him together, but who’d go first? Whoever charged first… would likely die!
“Don’t be fooled by his words!”
The other level-three holder—dressed in puppet sect robes—shouted:
“He’s stalling! Trying to buy time to stabilize his breakthrough!
Once he fully integrates the token’s power and breaks through to true Foundation Establishment, we’ll all die!
You think he’ll let nine of you live? Would you?!”
Another wave of unease rippled through the group.
Yes… who wouldn’t slaughter everyone else if given the chance to reach the pinnacle?
Greed and fear were rising in their hearts.
Yu Xian nodded slowly.
“You’re right. So—who wants to die first? Who wants to be the stepping stone?”
BOOM!
A surge of terrifying energy erupted from Yu Xian—causing all seventeen to instinctively retreat.
That aura… it was all too familiar.
Every sect had cultivators like this.
Every disciple had felt it before.
It was Foundation Establishment!
He’d truly… broken through!
Yu Xian’s gaze locked on the puppet sect cultivator and sneered:
“You’ve talked the most. Why don’t you go first? Or are you waiting for someone else to die first?”
The man’s face twitched.
He tried again to rally the others:
“Don’t be afraid! If he really was in Foundation Establishment, he’d be killing us already! He’s bluffing!
If we don’t strike now—we’ll all be slaughtered later!”
Yu Xian smirked.
“Sending others to die while you hide? Tsk, tsk…”
The man’s face twitched again, sweat pouring.
The others? No fools.
Unless this guy charged first—and proved Yu Xian was bluffing—none of them would lift a finger.
“Brother Liu! We planned this together! Don’t tell me you’re going to sit back?! Let’s attack together!”
Seeing the deadlock, he turned to Liu Qinghe—the other level-three holder.
If the two strongest worked together, they might have a shot at Yu Xian.
And if it dragged on long enough… the others would be lured in too!
Liu Qinghe looked serious, stepped forward, and nodded solemnly.
“You’re right! Let’s join forces! Break!!”
With a thunderous shout, Liu Qinghe’s expression twisted into a ferocious grin—and a third-grade sword, coiling with a water dragon, stabbed straight toward the puppet sect cultivator’s heart!
Too fast!
Too close!
Too savage!
The man’s face turned ashen.
“Liu Qinghe!?”
His defensive artifact activated in panic, but the third-grade sword still pierced deep into his chest!
“You bastard! You backstabber!”
Liu Qinghe frowned. His surprise attack should’ve killed the guy!
But this guy… really was no pushover.
Still, one more strike would finish it.
“What a joke! Yu Xian is my junior brother! Why would I help you kill him!?
This was a trap from the beginning—to kill you!”
Liu Qinghe sneered, killing intent surging. He prepared to finish the job.
Yu Xian blinked.
He hadn’t expected that.
The rest were utterly dumbfounded.
A moment ago, they were planning to kill Yu Xian together.
And now… infighting!?
“Well done, Senior Brother! Let me help you!”
Yu Xian narrowed his eyes, then laughed heartily—springing into action!
Two flying swords shot out—aimed not at the puppet sect man—but at Liu Qinghe’s back!
Meanwhile, Fire Flood Dragon and Water Vortex surged forward—blasting toward the wounded man!
The clam and the crane struggle… the fisherman profits.
Yu Xian would take everything!
