My Celestial Ascension

Yuan and his wives cleared out the entire treasury of the Holy Church—not even a single gold coin was left behind. After all, they were about to erase every trace of the Holy Church from the map.

The treasury, once overflowing with unimaginable wealth, now stood as nothing more than a vast, empty hall—completely barren.

“Now that we’ve finished our business here, let’s head outside,” Yuan said, an excited grin spreading across his face. With the riches now in his possession, his wealth could easily rival that of the Ten Great Families.

His wives nodded in agreement and followed him out of the Holy Church.

“How about we take this massive silver door and hand it over to Emperor Lucien?” Anna suggested, glancing at Yuan with a soft smile. “After all, we’ve already taken all the money and treasures. The Empire could benefit from this.”

Yuan paused for a moment, taking her suggestion into consideration. Then he smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Let me take it down. I hope the Imperial Family puts it to good use—for the betterment of the Empire.”

Turning toward the enormous silver door, Yuan placed both hands on either side and ripped it straight out of the concrete wall with ease. His strength made it look effortless—he didn’t even break a sweat.

With the door in hand, he stored it inside his system storage.

“Now…” Yuan’s voice dropped, laced with a cold edge. “It’s time to destroy this place completely. I’ll erase it from existence.”

From his system storage, he retrieved his massive sword—Empyreal Oblivion—a blade that radiated ancient, boundless power.

Yuan soared into the sky, sword in hand. His wives followed closely behind, riding their flying swords, standing just behind him as they waited. They knew what was coming.

Hovering in the air, Yuan stood tall, a proud and commanding presence. His expression shifted—serious, resolute. He gripped his sword with both hands, and in an instant, his cultivation erupted with immense force, releasing waves of violent wind that shook the atmosphere around him.

He channeled half of his Qi into the blade. The sword trembled as if alive—relishing the power that coursed through it. A tremendous surge of spiritual energy burst from the weapon, and the blade was soon engulfed in a blinding aura, illuminating the skies and turning night into day.

BOOM!

A deafening crack echoed across the heavens as a massive pillar of light surged upward the moment Yuan pointed the tip of his sword to the sky. The heavens themselves seemed to tremble, as if something ancient and divine had awakened from slumber.

“Empyreal Severing Sword Strike…” Yuan whispered under his breath.

And with that, he swung his sword downward.

A colossal pillar of light roared toward the Holy Church, its brilliance fierce and divine—an unstoppable force of annihilation.

BOOOOMMMM!

A massive explosion shook the entire region as if a powerful earthquake had struck the land. Trees were ripped from the ground, and the earth itself cracked open before shattering into countless fragments.

The sheer force of the explosion created devastating shockwaves that tore through the air. Before the eyes of Yuan and his wives, the entire Holy Church was annihilated—erased from existence along with the very ground it stood upon.

It was as if a nuclear weapon had been unleashed at the heart of the Holy Church, obliterating everything, including the surrounding area in a blinding flash of destruction.

The Holy Church no longer existed. Nothing remained. Even the corpses of the Holy Knights were vaporized by Yuan’s devastating strike—their very existence wiped clean from the face of the world.

Meanwhile, at the Imperial Palace, Aisha looked in the direction of the Holy Church, her eyes widening as she felt the massive shockwave that reached all the way to the Imperial City.

Not only that, but a powerful earthquake rippled through the city, shaking buildings and stirring panic. It was enough to alert every citizen that something catastrophic had occurred at the Holy Church.

“Did they… already destroy the Holy Church?” Aisha muttered in a daze, her gaze fixed on the horizon, heart pounding with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

At the same time, the Imperial Family stirred restlessly. The sudden earthquake and shockwave had shaken the entire palace, waking everyone from their slumber.

“What in the Lord’s name is going on?! Did someone attack the city?” Emperor Lucien asked aloud, his expression filled with concern and shock as he rushed to the window, peering into the darkness outside.

But there was nothing—no smoke, no fire, no chaos. The city itself was peaceful. There were no signs of an attack anywhere.

“What was that just now? Why can’t I see anything? It doesn’t look like the city was attacked…” Emperor Lucien murmured, thoroughly confused.

“Perhaps it came from the direction of the Holy Church?” Empress Elendriel suggested in a soft voice, still seated on the bed as she watched her husband. “Yuan and his wives did go there. It might be the sign of a battle… or its end.”

“Indeed… that sounds plausible,” Emperor Lucien whispered thoughtfully. Then, letting out a slow breath, he turned back toward the bed.

“Let’s rest for now. I’ll go and see the Holy Church for myself in the morning.”

With that, the Emperor lay down beside his wife, closing his eyes gently. Empress Elendriel followed suit, but her expression remained tense—clear concern lingering in her heart.

—

At the Lionheart Empire’s side, Emperor Philip had ordered the soldiers to construct tall and sturdy barricades to prevent the army of the Holy Church from entering their territory with ease.

Each of the barricades was lined with sharp objects meant to injure and hinder the enemy as much as possible. It was nearly impossible for the Holy Church’s army to cross the barricades without sustaining heavy casualties.

Furthermore, behind the barricades, they had set up countless deadly traps—any soldier unfortunate enough to fall into one would be killed instantly in the most horrifying manner.

The Lionheart Empire couldn’t rival the Holy Church in sheer numbers. Thus, they aimed to reduce the enemy’s strength as much as possible before engaging in direct combat.

“Your Highness! We’ve spotted the Holy Church’s army! They will reach the border by sunrise!” Minister Vesta reported urgently as he rushed into the Emperor’s tent.

“Is that so…? We are more than ready to welcome them.” Emperor Philip responded calmly, a composed smile on his face as he looked at his most loyal subject. “Now, take some rest. Once the war begins, we won’t know when we’ll have that luxury again.”

“As you command, Your Highness.” Minister Vesta nodded respectfully. But just as he was about to leave, Emperor Philip spoke again.

“One more thing—tell the soldiers to get proper rest. Aside from those on watch duty, everyone else must preserve their strength.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” Minister Vesta bowed once more before exiting the tent.

Soon after, every torch and fire was extinguished, plunging the entire area into complete darkness. Nestled deep in the forest, their position became undetectable to the naked eye—an ideal location to await the enemy’s arrival.

Even if someone were to scout from the sky using a flying beast, spotting them would be nearly impossible. The forest was dense with towering trees, making detection through Magic Sense incredibly difficult.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the border, thousands of tents stood tall in a vast open area. Countless workers were preparing food for the troops.

Some soldiers drank alcohol to keep their bodies warm as snow continued to fall. Most, however, sat in circles, chatting about their lives, boasting about past glories, or recounting how they survived brutal encounters with magical beasts.

Clearly, despite the bitter cold and the howling wind that swept across the snowy fields, most of the Holy Church’s soldiers were enjoying themselves—unaware of the bloodbath awaiting them by sunrise.

“Your Eminence, the scouts have returned,” someone shouted from outside the grand chariot of the Pope while knocking on the door. “I’ve brought the report to you. Please allow me to enter.”

“You may enter,” came a deep voice from within the chariot, and the next moment, the door opened on its own.

The Holy Knight Commander didn’t stand on ceremony and stepped inside immediately to report the findings to the Pope in person.

“Your Eminence, the enemy has set up towering barricades to deter our advance and slow us down. However, there is no sign of the enemy near the border—it’s deathly silent.” The Holy Knight Commander bowed deeply as he delivered his report.

The Pope’s expression grew grim upon hearing this. ‘How could they have known we were marching? Were spies planted inside the Holy Church? This is far more serious than I imagined…’

The mere thought that their marching orders had been leaked filled him with unease. ‘Could the Imperial Family of the Empire be behind this? No… That should be impossible. Almost impossible… but even a sliver of betrayal would be unforgivable.’

“That spineless bastard! How dare he betray the Holy Church?!” the Pope cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth as fury surged through him.

“It appears someone has leaked information about our advance…” he muttered aloud, his clenched fists trembling with anger.

The Holy Knight Commander stood dumbfounded, his expression quickly hardening. This wasn’t just a setback—it was a crisis.

“But who could possibly have leaked our movements? That kind of information shouldn’t be accessible to anyone. It’s almost impossible!” he growled, frustration boiling over as he clenched his fists.

“I have someone in mind,” the Pope said after a long breath, steadying his voice. ‘Getting angry now won’t help… Not yet.’

“And who might that person be? Do I know him?” the Holy Knight Commander asked, furrowing his brows and studying the Pope’s face closely.

With a vicious grin curling on his lips, the Pope slowly nodded. “Yes, you know him. You know him very well, in fact.”

The commander’s eyes narrowed. “And who might that be? I’m confused right now…”

“The Emperor of the Holy Light Empire—Emperor Lucien and his family. If not them, who else could have possibly leaked this information?”

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