Eternal Emperor's Path to Ascension

Chapter 375: Kong Junyu’s Goal, Violet Heavenly Jade Fairy

Twelve years passed in the blink of an eye.Compared to the endless ages of Immortal Cultivators, twelve years were insignificant, but for ordinary mortals, twelve years could change everything.

...

Far away from the Second Great Mortal World.

The First Great Mortal World.

Inside a barren mountain range where even Spirit Qi was thin and scarce, a dilapidated cave abode stood hidden among countless cliffs.

At this moment, a young man sat cross-legged in darkness.

His black robes were torn in numerous places as several terrifying wounds covered his body.

One slash extended from his shoulder all the way to his waist and a fist sized hole was visible on his chest, black demonic blood occasionally dripping onto the ground.

Yet despite such injuries, the aura surrounding him remained incomparably terrifying.

This was a Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator, moreover, not an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator.

The surrounding Spirit Qi, even if thin, continuously distorted under the pressure radiating from his body, even the worldly laws seeming to wail faintly underneath the immense, almost godlike pressure.

At this moment, Kong Junyu slowly opened his eyes.

The darkness within his crimson eyes seemed even deeper than before.

After so many years wandering the First Great Mortal World, he had finally reached the realm he once could only dream about, the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

That was a realm standing at the very peak of the Myriad Worlds, enough to dominate entire States even in the Nine Great Mortal Worlds, only one step away from the known peak existences of the Mortal World who still made appearances.

However, no joy appeared on his face, instead, his expression remained cold as ice.

Only he knew better than anyone how he had reached this point.

Over the past years, he had slaughtered countless cultivators, devoured their blood, refined their souls, and consumed their essence; everything became nourishment for the Profound Void Demonica Method.

His cultivation speed was so outrageous that even ancient monsters would be horrified if they knew.

Unfortunately, the price was equally obvious.

The entire First Great Mortal World wanted him dead, whether it be numerous righteous sects, ancient inheritances, hidden experts, and even rogue cultivators, countless people hunted him relentlessly.

To them, Kong Junyu was no longer a person, he was a calamity, a complete monster unlike any other demonic cultivator, one who grew stronger the more he killed and devoured.

At this moment, Kong Junyu lowered his head and looked at the injuries covering his body, his expression indifferent.

These wounds had been left behind several months ago in a great battle.

More than thirty Tribulation Transcendence Realm experts had launched an attack, attempting to surround and kill him.

In the end, all of them died, but Kong Junyu himself was heavily injured as well.

Even now, the remnants of their attacks still lingered within his body.

Ordinary healing methods were almost completely useless against attacks of the same realm.

For a moment, silence filled the cave abode before Kong Junyu suddenly let our a cold laugh, the sound carrying endless mockery.

Not towards anyone else, but his own self.

Back then, he had once believed he could change things, that once he was strong enough, no one would dare to touch people close to him, but in the end, he still failed.

His mind instinctively recalled a familiar figure.

It was a young man dressed in white with a lewd grin, none other than Ye Ling.

That was the only true friend he ever had since he stepped onto the path of cultivation.

At this moment, the cave abode seemed a lot colder than before.

The darkness surrounding Kong Junyu deepened slightly, his eyes gradually filling with killing intent.

The memories of that day remained vivid even after all these years, of the schemes, conspiracies, the countless invisible hands operating behind the scenes, and Ye Ling’s death.

He had already understood everything long ago; it all had been prearranged by those ancient Immortals and Gods.

A death arranged by ancient beings treating lives like pieces upon a chessboard.

At this moment, Kong Junyu slowly clenched his fists.

The surrounding space trembled faintly.

"I’ll find, and kill all of you one by one."

His voice echoed throughout the cave abode, every word carrying monstrous hatred.

He knew his current strength wasn’t enough, not even worthy to be called an ant before those beings.

Tribulation Transcendence Realm?

In the eyes of those ancient existences, such cultivation was meaningless; even Immortal Ascension Realm cultivators could be crushed casually.

Therefore he had already made a decision.

Once he broke through, he would ascend immediately.

The Upper Realm, that legendary place where opportunities gathered, where Immortals roamed freely, and where his true enemies resided.

At the same time, the secret behind the Profound Void Demonica Method could also only be found after ascending.

He did not want to be like Ye Ling, manipulated by a powerful existence for their own benefit, and to end up being discarded in the end.

Only in the Upper Realm could he continue growing, obtain the power to take revenge, and understand all the secrets.

The murderous intent gradually subsided.

Kong Junyu closed his eyes once more as the Profound Void Demonica Method began circulating silently.

The surrounding thin Spirit Qi instantly transformed into a massive vortex.

His cultivation continued advancing steadily.

The Immortal Ascension Realm was no longer far away.

...

Meanwhile, in the Second Great Mortal World, the Eternal Peak.

A completely different scene unfolded.

The mountains remained shrouded in Immortal mist as countless cultivators cultivated diligently throughout the Dao Field.

The entire Eternal Peak had become increasingly prosperous over the past decades.

At this moment, inside a cave abode, a beautiful woman sat beneath an ancient spiritual tree, her aura already at the middle stages of the Nascent Soul Realm.

The surrounding Immortal Qi continuously flowed toward her body.

It was none other than Su Yanlan.

At this moment, her expression appeared somewhat strange.

She was dreaming again.

An Immortal Cultivator doesnot dream, especially not a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, but this dream had haunted her for years.

Inside the dream, boundless heavens stretched endlessly.

Countless worlds floated throughout existence like grains of sand.

Stars were born, worlds perished, and infinite civilizations rose and fell.

Above all of it stood a single figure, and underneath that figure, everything appeared insignificant.

It was a woman dressed in violet robes, peerless, ancient, with a supreme aura that looked down upon infinite worlds and endless heavens, as if standing at an unsurpassable height.

Her merely standing there caused countless dimensions to tremble.

A single thought from her seemed capable of creating worlds, and another thought could erase them casually.

Ancient Immortals, Supreme Gods, Divine Devils, and countless other terrifying existences appeared throughout the dream, yet all of them seemed insignificant before that woman.

At this moment, Su Yanlan instinctively knew something.

That person was herself.

To be more accurate, a version of herself.

Every time she reached this realization, her Dao Heart shook violently before countless fragmented memories flooded her consciousness.

Ancient battlefields, supreme Dao techniques, endless years of cultivation, the rise and fall of civilizations, the destruction of the heavens...

Countless incomprehensible scenes flashed through her mind.

Most disappeared immediately afterward, as if her soul could not withstand their weight, leaving behind only small pieces, fragmented memories.

But even those remnants contained unimaginable value.

*Crack!*

Suddenly, the dream shattered.

Su Yanlan opened her eyes, her breathing slightly unstable.

For several moments, she simply sat there quietly.

This wasn’t the first, second, nor the hundredth time, instead, she had experienced this dream countless times already, and every single occurrence ended the same way.

She remembered almost nothing, but somehow, her cultivation improved, her comprehension deepened, and her understanding of Dao became increasingly profound.

It was as if an invisible teacher continuously guided her.

At this moment, Su Yanlan frowned slightly.

"Who am I?"

She couldn’t help but wonder out loud.

Unfortunately, nobody answered.

For a long time, she remained silent before she slowly lowered her head.

Within the countless fragmented memories she could still recall, only two coherent concepts remained.

Violet Heavenly Jade Fairy, and... the Jade Heaven Monastery.

These two names seemed engraved directly into her soul; every other memory was fragmented beyond recognition, with only these two remaining perfectly clear.

At this moment, Su Yanlan’s gaze became distant.

The more she cultivated, the stronger those dreams became, and the more she suspected the truth.

A past life...

At this moment, a strange feeling surfaced within her heart, like an instinct, almost a certainty.

The Violet Heavenly Jade Fairy, that supreme existence from her dreams, might once have been her, or perhaps...

She was once that existence.

There was a massive difference between the two.

The thought should have terrified her, yet strangely enough, it did not, instead only fueling her curiosity.

For a long while, Su Yanlan remained seated beneath the spiritual tree, the wind gently stirring her hair as the Immortal mist drifted throughout the courtyard.

Eventually, she slowly closed her eyes once more.

Regardless of the truth, the answer would reveal itself eventually.

At this moment, Tian Yongheng’s figure couldn’t help but surface within her mind.

Could that person... know about my true identity?