Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The entire Heroic Spirit Altar is as tall as a thousand-tiered staircase.

With each step up the stairs, the pressure increases, along with various disturbances.

Right now, only Jun Xiaoyao is able to maintain a steady pace, without a single pause.

Whereas Ji Qingyi, Wangchuan, Little Demon Immortal, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and others, are inching their way up step by step.

They even need to occasionally pause for a breather.

As for the remainder, they are the other Celestial Prides.

They too will not miss this opportunity.

However, Ji Qingyi, Wangchuan, Jiang Luoli, Yan Qingying and the like are not just Great Sect Saintesses or Ancient Freaks, but also Noble Ladies or Heaven-defying Children.

In comparison, the remaining Celestial Prides are significantly weaker.

For them, climbing the Heroic Spirit Altar is as arduous as scaling a mountain.

Among them, there are even some Celestial Prides who cannot control their emotions and begin to laugh and cry hysterically, as if they have gone mad.

This is due to the influence of the shadows of ancient heroes and those demonic sounds pouring into their ears, driving them to insanity.

There are quite a few such Celestial Prides.

Except for the few with firm willpower, most of the Celestial Prides are quickly overwhelmed and become emotionally unstable.

”Hahaha, I am the unrivaled number one throughout history, who can oppose me?” a Celestial Pride laughed hysterically.

However, the next moment, his head exploded like a watermelon, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

”I got it, I obtained the immortal inheritance!” another Celestial Pride’s eyes were bloodshot, spider-webbed with veins, showing a crazed joy.

But then, he was struck as if by lightning, collapsed to the ground, and lost his life force.

This was very eerie, sending chills down many people’s spines.

Some Celestial Prides, with pallid faces, couldn’t contain their fear and wanted to retreat from the altar.

But to their horror, they found they could not go back down.

At this moment, at the top of the altar, a faint, ancient voice seemed to echo.

”No turning back once the bow is drawn, the path of Dao-confirmation allows no retreat...”

Hearing this voice, the Celestial Prides were filled with deep regret.

Had they known the Heroic Spirit Altar was so bizarre, they would never have stepped onto it so lightly.

But now, they had no choice but to press on.

If they couldn’t climb any further, they would sit cross-legged in their place, hoping to gain some enlightenment.

These Celestial Prides looked at Jun Xiaoyao at the forefront, each with envy and astonishment in their eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao has completely surpassed their imaginations.

Perhaps he is synonymous with powerfulness.

Wangchuan witnessed this scene and felt a sense of dismay.

As an ancient freak, he naturally had his own pride.

If he couldn’t win in combat for now, surely he wouldn’t lose in climbing the altar?

Wangchuan activated the power of the Reincarnation Sacred Body and had the Little Six Paths Reincarnation Disc emerge behind him.

His aura changed immediately, like a valiant True Dragon, beginning to accelerate upwards.

Wangchuan’s actions also caught the attention of others.

Ji Qingyi shook her head.

In her eyes, Wangchuan’s actions were nothing but a contest of pride; now was not the time for heroics.

Yi Yu and Yan Qingying looked on with cold smiles.

To them, Jun Xiaoyao was an unbeatable existence.

Wangchuan wanting to turn the tables here seemed naive.

However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly paused in his steps.

This made many people observe with surprise in their eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao had continuously maintained the leading position, far ahead of the others.

But now, he unexpectedly halted, leaving people puzzled.

”Has he finally reached his limit?” Wangchuan’s eyes flashed.

In his view, Jun Xiaoyao’s previous performance was merely hanging by a thread.

Until finally, he could no longer endure.

While others were surprised, perplexed, or worried.

Jun Xiaoyao himself showed a look of delight in his eyes.

The reason he stopped was not that, as Wangchuan thought, he was unable to sustain himself.

Instead, a prompt sounded in his mind from the system.

”Host has reached the check-in location, Heroic Spirit Altar, proceed to check-in?”

”Check-in.” Jun Xiaoyao muttered in his mind.

He wondered what good thing he might obtain from checking in at the Heroic Spirit Altar.

”Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Seven-Star Reward, Ancient Emperor’s Flame!”

As the system’s words fell.

A cluster of fire seeds suddenly appeared within Jun Xiaoyao.

This cluster of fire seeds glowed in a riot of colors, as if countless divine flames had converged, radiating a terrifying aura of incinerating all heavens and myriad realms.

”Ancient Emperor’s Flame?” Jun Xiaoyao showed surprise, followed by joy.

The importance of fire seeds to a cultivator is not any less than that of an Immortal Seed.

Because beyond the Unity Realm is the Nirvana Realm.

And the primary focus of the Nirvana Realm is finding fire seeds, to achieve self-nirvana, transforming the Divine Palace True Spirit into a Primordial Spirit.

This is a comprehensive transformation from flesh to soul level, a critical step in cultivation.

Hence, the significance of fire seeds is evident.

The stronger the fire seed, the more thoroughly a cultivator can achieve nirvana and be reborn from the ashes.

Previously, Yi Yu had acquired a rare Profound Sun Divine Flame, which was already a fire seed of a very high grade.

However, that Profound Sun Divine Flame couldn’t even compare to the Ancient Emperor’s Flame before him.

Because that was a divine fire, and this is an emperor flame!

This Ancient Emperor’s Flame seems to be the strongest emperor flame, formed from the convergence of all fires, capable of granting a cultivator the ultimate nirvana.

Of course, the difficulty of achieving nirvana would also increase significantly.

”It really is like having a pillow appear when you’re sleepy. Originally, I just wanted to break through to the Unity Realm on the Heroic Spirit Altar, but now it seems that I might even directly break through to the Nirvana Realm.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Not even within the Jun Family could possibly find a fire seed with a higher level than the Ancient Emperor’s Flame.

This fire seed is most suitable for Jun Xiaoyao’s nirvana.

”Brother Xiaoyao, are you alright?”

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao standing still in place.

Even Jiang Luoli, who had immense confidence in him, felt a bit anxious and couldn’t help but call out lightly.

Jun Xiaoyao snapped back to reality and finally moved.

But this time, he did not climb alone, instead, he waved his hand.

The terrifying golden blood energy of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body surged out, resisting the terrifying pressure of the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Upon Jun Xiaoyao releasing his aura, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying found in surprise that the pressure on them had been reduced by half.

”This...” Jiang Luoli’s little face was first stunned, then a never-before-seen brilliance shone in her eyes.

Her climbing speed increased, rapidly distancing herself from the others like the Little Demon Immortal.

Yi Yu and Yan Qingying also showed joy, bowing to Jun Xiaoyao, ”Thank you, Young Master!”

Having said that, their speed also increased.

Seeing this, Wangchuan was thoroughly shaken, feeling as if he had turned into wood.

Jun Xiaoyao being a demon in his own right is one thing, but now he can even take others along with him on the rise.

Is there any justice left?

Even the Little Demon Immortal looked stupefied.

Just now, Jiang Luoli was on the same level as her, and now, she’s far ahead.

It was hard for the Little Demon Immortal to accept, the gap was too large.

Even though as the Saintess of the Demon Immortal Sect, her status, position, and strength were not inferior to Jiang Luoli in any way.

But now, she was lagging behind, feeling very unbalanced inside.

Thinking this, the Little Demon Immortal called out coquettishly, ”Brother Xiaoyao, take me along too!”

Jun Xiaoyao directly ignored this witch-like maiden.

No matter how pure and charming she looked, as the Saintess of the Demon Immortal Sect, she had tricked many people.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao unmoved, the Little Demon Immortal again uttered something shocking.

”Brother Xiaoyao, don’t ignore me, I’m good at it, any position is fine!”