Sacred Body of the Immortals

The matter of the Heavenly Dao Tower has come to a close.

Jun Xiaoyao did not leave immediately; instead, he stayed at the Sacred Spirit Academy for a short while.

The Sacred Spirit Academy was quite generous, providing Jun Xiaoyao with a full five hundred Immortal Sources.

Previously, the three Holy Sons of Yin and Yang had only received a little over a hundred Immortal Sources combined from the Sacred Spirit Academy.

Their Immortal Sources were given by their backing forces, not as gifts from the academy.

The Sacred Spirit Academy had indeed invested heavily.

Jun Xiaoyao was very satisfied, especially with the Immortal Sources he had obtained from the Martial Arts Conference.

He now possessed over a thousand Immortal Sources, enough to refine the Great Luo Immortal Bone in the near future.

During this time, Hua Xiqing had also taken the initiative to approach him, blushing, wanting to discuss the Dao with Jun Xiaoyao.

This disciple of the Hundred Flowers Dao Palace had completely fallen for him.

Jun Xiaoyao did not refuse and casually chatted with her about life and ideals.

Hua Xiqing left with a satisfied expression.

While Jun Xiaoyao was at the Sacred Spirit Academy, news of the Heavenly Dao Tower incident spread throughout the entire Wild Heaven Immortal Domain as if it had grown wings.

Everyone who heard it was astonished.

Breaking the ancient record of fifty floors at the Heavenly Dao Tower.

Strolling leisurely, he single-handedly crushed the Golden-Winged Peng King and the Little Western Heaven Buddha Son.

He became the Holy Son of the Sacred Spirit Academy.

Each of these events was enough to stir up a huge uproar.

And all of these achievements were created by Jun Xiaoyao alone.

This was terrifying.

All the glory fell upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Compared to him, whether it was Jun Lingcang or Ji Qingyi, they could only appear dim and insignificant, let alone other prodigies.

"Haha, Xiaoyao never disappoints!"

The Jun family, including Jun Zhantian and Jiang Rou, were overjoyed, proud of Jun Xiaoyao.

The other elders of the Jun family were also very happy.

This time at the Heavenly Dao Tower, the Jun family dominated the rankings, enough to elevate their prestige even further.

In contrast, those opposing forces wore grim expressions.

In Hongzhou, within the Dragon Palace.

Xiao Chen's fist slammed down hard on the ground, his face twisted with rage.

Every time he received news about Jun Xiaoyao, it plunged him back into despair.

Now, not to mention him, even he was unsure whether Princess Longji could defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

However, feeling the increasingly powerful aura of Princess Longji, Xiao Chen still held onto a glimmer of hope.

"When Princess Longji fully adapts to the aura of heaven and earth, it will be the death of Jun Xiaoyao!" Xiao Chen said coldly.

On the other side, in the Champion Marquis Mansion of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Upon hearing some news about Wu Mingyue and Jun Xiaoyao, Yang Pan's face turned red with anger.

In his fury, he directly killed a dozen servants, causing all the servants in the Champion Marquis Mansion to tremble in fear.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you truly deserve to die!" Yang Pan fumed.

Although he had not successfully become the prince consort, he had subconsciously regarded Wu Mingyue as his woman.

Yet, Wu Mingyue was so close to Jun Xiaoyao.

This was unacceptable to Yang Pan.

He panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, like a furious lion.

"Calm down. Once I find the remaining Panhuang Years Sword and Panhuang Void Sword, I will have enough power to kill that Jun Xiaoyao."

"The lower realm might be my opportunity..." Yang Pan's expression shifted.

Previously, the Panwu Divine Lord had summoned him to the palace to discuss a major event.

A great upheaval was about to occur in the ten lands of the lower realm.

A change in one realm could stir up endless storms.

Let alone the great change in ten realms.

At that time, when the heavenly opportunities appear, it would be a terrifying battle of life and death, with rivers of blood flowing.

"One cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot grow fat without night grass. With my Yang Pan's fortune, why worry about not having opportunities in the lower realm?" Yang Pan sneered.

The day he rises will be the day Jun Xiaoyao meets his demise!

...

In the ancient Ye family, atop a towering solitary peak.

A thin figure in black sat cross-legged on the peak, accompanied only by a divine eagle.

This place was a forbidden area of the Ye family; without permission, even some elders could not step foot here.

The black-clad figure was a handsome young man.

He had his eyes closed, and before him lay a sword, thrust into the ground at an angle.

It was stained with splatters of blood, seemingly harboring overwhelming killing intent and sword intent.

At this moment, outside the solitary peak, an elder of the Ye family slightly cupped his hands and spoke, "Senior Ye, I have something to disturb you."

This elder was a powerful figure at the Great Saint level, with white hair.

It was hard to imagine that he would bow to the black-clad youth and address him as "senior," which was simply illogical.

On the solitary peak, the black-clad youth slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the Ye family elder felt a terrifying sword intent, as if it wanted to slice him into pieces.

What a terrifying and profound gaze!

In the youth's eyes, it seemed to contain the vicissitudes of time, with a depth and restraint not befitting his age.

"What is it?" the youth asked slowly.

Next, the Ye family elder informed him about the chaos in the ten lands.

Additionally, he also shared the news of Jun Xiaoyao at the Heavenly Dao Tower.

The youth fell into a brief silence, the atmosphere becoming suffocating.

The Ye family elder, trembling with fear, glanced at the blood-stained sword, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Is that sword stained with imperial blood?" the Ye family elder thought to himself.

The black-clad youth was none other than Ye Guchen, the reincarnation of the legendary Sword Demon, whose fame had spread far and wide!

"The chaos in the ten lands has nothing to do with me."

"As for that Jun Xiaoyao..." Ye Guchen's expression remained calm.

He did not feel the slightest fear due to the miracles created by Jun Xiaoyao.

This was the pride of the Sword Demon.

He feared no existence from ancient times to the present!

"Now is not the time for me to enter the world. Have you ever heard a saying?" Ye Guchen closed his eyes again.

"What saying?" the Ye family elder asked.

"Kings do not meet kings!"

With Ye Guchen's words, countless sword energies surged around the solitary peak.

The blood-stained sword of the Emperor Slayer also erupted with overwhelming sword energy, as if it could slice through the universe in all directions!

The Ye family elder's heart trembled violently!

Kings do not meet kings!

If they do, blood will surely be shed!

The Jun family's divine son is a king!

And the reincarnation of the Sword Demon from the Ye family is also a king!

The Ye family elder cupped his hands and retreated, not daring to disturb him further.

Ye Guchen raised his hand and gently stroked the blade of the Emperor Slayer.

"My old friend, countless years have passed. Do people still remember, beneath the starry sky..."

"One person, one sword, slaying the shadow of the great emperor..."

...

Just as the various forces in the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain were shaken by the matter of Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao was preparing to set off back to the Jun family.

The Grand Elder of the Sacred Spirit Academy and others personally escorted Jun Xiaoyao away.

Wu Mingyue was reluctant to part but had to return to the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

This relieved Jun Linglong.

"Next, it's time to go home, digest this harvest, continue to comprehend the meaning of reincarnation, and then refine the Great Luo Immortal Bone."

Jun Xiaoyao had already made plans in his heart.

He vaguely sensed that turmoil was about to erupt in the lower realm, and he would need even greater strength to face all challenges.

"The Body Book's lower volume, the world's origin, the ten heavenly opportunities, so many chances and resources are waiting for me to harvest..."