Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Jun Family Sixteenth Ancestor, The Old Emperor’s Secret Bitterness, Panwu Mausoleum Sign-In (Fourth Update)

The one who made this sound was none other than the Old Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, a Supreme Venerable Powerhouse.

”Why is this happening?” The Panwu Divine Lord was utterly puzzled.

Why did the Old Emperor speak and give Jun Xiaoyao an opportunity?

However, the Panwu Divine Lord did not dare to confront the Old Emperor and could only accept it.

”Humph, since the Old Emperor doesn’t mind and gives you a chance, so be it.” The Panwu Divine Lord said indifferently.

”What, was it really the Old Emperor who spoke?” Around them, many voices of astonishment arose.

That Old Emperor was a peerless powerhouse who had retired for many years.

Unexpectedly, today’s turmoil actually alarmed him.

Even more shocking was why the Old Emperor agreed to let Jun Xiaoyao enter the Panwu Mausoleum?

Many people outside were a bit unable to understand.

And at this moment, deep within the Imperial Palace, in an ancient underground chamber.

Three figures sat opposite each other.

One of them, an old man wearing a crown and exuding a Venerable Aura, was precisely the Old Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Across from him sat two figures cross-legged.

One was a thin old man in grey robes, the Jun Family’s Eighteenth Ancestor.

The other was also in grey robes but appeared externally as a ten-year-old child, yet his eyes were very aged and world-weary.

”Never thought that even the Jun Family’s Sixteenth Ancestor would appear.” The Old Emperor chuckled bitterly.

”Indeed, after being buried underground for so long, it’s time to come out and stretch a bit.” The Sixteenth Ancestor, who looked like a child, twisted his neck and smirked humorlessly.

The Old Emperor’s eyelids twitched slightly.

This Jun Family’s Sixteenth Ancestor looked like a child, but his seniority was terrifyingly ancient.

Rumor had it that the Jun Family’s Sixteenth Ancestor, at the age of ten, consumed a Longevity Dao Fruit and had since then maintained the appearance of a ten-year-old child.

But it would be quite foolish to underestimate his strength because of his appearance.

The Sixteenth Ancestor’s strength was as strong as, if not stronger than, the Eighteenth Ancestor’s.

”Haha, the arrival of both of you truly brings glory to my Panwu Divine Dynasty.” The Old Emperor gave a dry laugh, feeling rather helpless in his heart.

”Indeed, the Old Emperor is gracious to allow my Jun Family descendants to enter the Panwu Mausoleum. Come, a toast.” The Eighteenth Ancestor pulled a smile and raised a cup from the table.

”No need for formalities.” The Old Emperor also raised his cup, but felt bitter inside.

These two ancestors of the Jun Family were really like smiling tigers.

If he didn’t agree to let Jun Xiaoyao enter the Panwu Mausoleum.

What awaited him would not be a friendly drink but a punitive one.

Though the Old Emperor was powerful, he couldn’t withstand the pressure from the two Jun Family ancestors and had to retreat and concede.

Although the entire Panwu Divine Dynasty couldn’t be just one top powerhouse like him either.

But it should be noted, the Jun Family Ancestral Hall had more than just these two ancestors buried therein.

The scene occurring in this chamber was unknown to the outside world.

They were still wondering when the Old Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty became so magnanimous?

”Could it be that an ancestor has arrived?” Jun Xiaoyao pondered with darkened eyes.

The only ones who could make the Old Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty yield must be the Jun Family’s ancestors, right?

Could merely the Eighteenth Ancestor make the Old Emperor so apprehensive?

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly and didn’t think much more about it.

As long as his objective could be achieved, it was enough.

Subsequently, the Panwu Divine Lord with a cold expression reluctantly opened the Panwu Mausoleum for Jun Xiaoyao.

The Panwu Mausoleum, located deep underground in the Forbidden City.

At the entrance stood an Ancient Stele.

Jun Xiaoyao arrived at this place, looking at the Ancient Stele, he seemed to vaguely sense something.

”It seems I will have quite a harvest within this Panwu Mausoleum.” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.

Around, many forces followed along.

Although they couldn’t enter the Panwu Mausoleum, even just watching from outside was good.

They also wanted to know why Jun Xiaoyao was so intent on entering the Panwu Mausoleum, what was he after?

”Go in, remember, you only have one opportunity, if you come out, you can’t go back in.” The Panwu Divine Lord said coldly.

”Oh, is there still danger inside?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

”For those of my Panwu Divine Dynasty’s direct bloodline, there is naturally no danger, but for outsiders...” the Panwu Divine Lord didn’t say more.

But his words obviously carried a threatening undertone.

”Heh... Jun Mou has even contended against the Venerable Demon Corpse, how could I fear merely a Panwu Mausoleum?” Jun Xiaoyao laughed, flicked his sleeve, and without any hesitation, approached the Ancient Stele.

His figure was instantly enveloped in a glow and vanished.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s words, the Panwu Divine Lord’s face turned even colder.

All the onlookers around were also secretly tongue-tied.

Indeed, to Jun Xiaoyao, all sorts of dangerous secret realms seemed to harmlessly turn into fortune, as if they were nothing.

As the people outside waited.

Jun Xiaoyao had already entered the Panwu Mausoleum.

Looking around, the entire Panwu Mausoleum more resembled an underground palace.

Everywhere exuded an ancient, world-worn aura, like a cluster of sealed palaces.

Jun Xiaoyao appeared calm and collected.

However, just as he stepped out, the ground suddenly lit up with array patterns, spreading outwards.

Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao felt the surrounding gravity intensify, as if an Ancient Mountain was weighing down on his shoulders.

”Is this supposed to be a test?” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Before he could think further, a few Bronze Arrows, emanating a sharp aura, pierced through the air towards him.

Jun Xiaoyao casually reached out, shattering those arrows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled rhythmically.

Then rows of Bronze Puppets rumbled forward from the depths of the Panwu Mausoleum.

Among them were puppets wielding Bronze Long Halberds, as well as those wielding Longbow Crossbow Arrows.

”Are these... Terracotta Warriors?” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, unconcerned.

Upon reflection, the Panwu Mausoleum was rumored to be a royal tomb, so having escorts akin to Terracotta Warriors was understandable.

”The Array here, combined with these Terracotta Warriors, might indeed push back ordinary Celestial Prides.” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.

He finally understood what the threat in the Panwu Divine Lord’s words meant earlier.

For ordinary Celestial Prides, it was indeed difficult to advance, fundamentally unable to delve deep into the Panwu Mausoleum.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, such a test seemed rather dull.

Rumble!

Jun Xiaoyao activated the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the Power of the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power.

Golden blood energy surged upwards, transforming into a vividly lifelike golden Divine Elephant.

The Divine Elephant charged forth, its trunk sweeping across, sending a group of Bronze Puppets flying.

These puppets, each comparable to Unity Realm Celestial Prides, were impervious to swords and spears, lacked pain perception, and resembled machines of slaughter.

Unfortunately, before Jun Xiaoyao, they were of no use.

Jun Xiaoyao once again formed his fingers into a sword and swung.

The Immortal Slaying Sword Technique was executed, and the vast Sword Radiance directly tore apart the Bronze Puppet battle array ahead.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, Demon Wings extended, transforming into a stream of light, effortlessly breaking through the defense line.

Had the Panwu Divine Lord witnessed this scene, he would surely have been astonished.

The trials within the Panwu Mausoleum meant for young Venerables had practically no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

And as Jun Xiaoyao delved deeper into the Panwu Mausoleum, a mechanical prompt from the system resounded once more in his mind.

”Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching the sign-in location, Panwu Mausoleum. Would you like to sign in?”

”Sign in!” Jun Xiaoyao said.