Ascension of the Immortal Asura

The appearance of the ship stunned the crowd, as flying in the presence of the monastery was most definitely seen as an act of disrespect. Not only that, but flying over the heads of those gathered, which included the leaders of some of the strongest powers on the continent was also incredibly disrespectful, causing many to chastise the arrival of the ship.

“Who the hell is this? Who do they think they are?” someone grunted.

“Flying into the Divine Source Monastery lands, as well as over our heads? Unacceptable!” another chastised.

Were it not for the fact that they were in the lands of the Divine Source Monastery, many of the stronger powers would have taken action already, seizing the ship and the individuals within for their pure disrespect. It had been tens of thousands of years since Daoist Eternal Weapon had last used this ship, and so it was not recognized by any in the crowd.

The ship suddenly disappeared, revealing only one person standing in the air where it had been. The crowd had been expecting a large group to exit the ship, not a single individual. Their surprised expressions turned sour, and then angered, as they noticed the cultivation of the individual.

“Heaven Tribulation? Who the hell does this boy think he is?” someone chastised angrily.

“If not for the Divine Source Monastery, he would no doubt be captured and harshly punished for such a disrespectful act!” another said.

“I’m sure the Divine Source Monastery will discipline him somehow!” another grunted with displeasure.

The crowd eagerly anticipated the swift actions from the Divine Source Monastery, but were surprised to see them take no action. Instead, the youth above them gazed down at the ground for a moment, and then shifted his gaze towards the monks, as if the crowd didn’t concern him at all.

“This fucking brat!” many in the crowd grunted, a few itching to take action.

Again to their surprise, the youth flew forward towards the monastery and the monks, and landed at the base of the steps, where the other geniuses had gathered. .

“Who the hell does this punk think he is?” many exclaimed.

“Does he even know what he’s doing? He’s dead for sure,” others said mockingly.

However, not all in the crowd were of similar thought, as many of the stronger powers had an extensive information network, and many immediately recognized John’s face from the bounty posters.

Cold gazes from those in the Forbidden Alliance, Monster Race, and even some neutral powers locked onto him, itching to make a move. In fact, some quickly formulated a plan of how to take action, while still respecting the monastery.

A powerful World Expansion cultivator suddenly stepped forward from the massive crowd, coming from the Forbidden Alliance group. His cold gaze locked onto John’s back, who turned as he noticed the man’s approach.

“Esteemed Monks of the Divine Source Monastery! This uncouth youth has tarnished the prestige of your lands, and has disrespected not only everyone in the crowd, but you as well. Allow me to remove him from your lands for you,” the man said, as if he were trying to do a favor for the Monastery.

John scoffed as he heard the man’s words, as it was beyond clear what his motivations were. He knew he would not be able to hide his identity from the powerful cultivators gathered, and so did not bother to hide his features. Unlike the other mysterious figure, he did not have an item to obscure his features.

The Grand Abbot stared calmly at John, his gaze profound, as if he could see through everything. John’s gaze shifted to the Grand Abbot as he felt his gaze land on him, and stared back with equal calm, although he was quite surprised to find the man’s gaze even more potent than someone like Sect Leader Thunderzen.

“Young man, do you mind explaining your actions,” Prior Hishen spoke up, his face slightly displeased at John’s actions.

“I apologize for my brashness. I got here as fast as I could,” John apologized sincerely as he took out his seal, which gave off the same profound aura as the others who had presented them.

“A Seal? This brat actually has a seal?”

“How the hell was he able to obtain it? Didn’t they cost tens of billions of spirit crystals?”

“Maybe he comes from a powerful clan or sect, who gave it to him!”

“Are you serious? His robes are incredibly plain, and not something someone from an esteemed clan or sect would wear. He’s obviously a nobody!”

Heated discussions broke out in the crowd as they were stunned by the unexpected turn of events. The Forbidden Alliance man frowned as he saw John take out the seal, as it most definitely complicated matters. However, this was an amazing chance to capture ‘Asura’; a chance he was not willing to pass up.

“Esteemed Monks of the Divine Source Monastery! This boy has clearly stolen this seal somehow, as its impossible for him to obtain such a treasure otherwise. Please allow me to capture him and return the seal to you, and remove him from your lands at once,” the man spoke up, yet again disguising his words as being helpful and friendly to the monastery.

The Grand Abbot’s calm gaze shifted to the Forbidden Alliance man.

“Please remove yourself from the Monastery lands,” the Grand Abbot said, the first time he had spoken to anyone in the crowd.

A surprised expression appeared on the face of the man, while the crowd was also not expecting to hear the Grand Abbot’s request.

The man grimaced, and then addressed the Grand Abbot once more. None knew the title of the Grand Abbot, and so they only addressed them as esteemed monks.

“Esteemed Monk. I was only trying to help-”

“Even the most flowery of words cannot mask evil intentions,” The Grand Abbot said calmly as he suddenly flicked his hand at the wrist as if he were dismissing the man. A surging power appeared out of nowhere, its strength beyond compare. It was like a god had appeared before the man, its power unable to be resisted.

The surging power slammed into the World Expansion cultivator, whose body was immediately tossed into the air, and pierced like an arrow into the distance. He slammed into a mountain nearly one hundred miles away on the other side of the river, near Divine City, the force of the collision collapsing part of the mountain.

The crowd gasped in stunned shock, almost unable to believe the events that had occurred before their eyes. The man who had stepped forward was a World Expansion cultivator, and yet he had been casually swatted into the far distance by the Grand Abbot, as if the Grand Abbot was merely swatting a fly.

None had ever seen such a level of power before, and even the foremost leaders gathered narrowed their eyes at the power displayed before them. There was no doubt in their minds anymore. The Grand Abbot was in the Holy Manifestation Realm.