Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Upon hearing Little Demon Immortal’s words, a group of people broke out in a cold sweat.

This Saintess of the Demon Immortal Sect truly dares to say anything.

However, Little Demon Immortal has always been like this. Although she appears pure and pretty, there is a hint of allure.

She drives the conversation without any scruples, completely different from Jiang Luoli.

Jiang Luoli might not understand what ”skill” and ”posture” exactly mean.

But combined with Little Demon Immortal’s alluring yet pure face, she knows it’s definitely nothing proper.

She spat lightly and said, ”You witch, what nonsense are you spewing to bother Brother Xiaoyao!”

”Jiang Luoli, are you pretending not to understand?” Little Demon Immortal laughed recklessly.

”You... hmmph, you better not try anything with Brother Xiaoyao!” Jiang Luoli puffed her cheeks, her face was red all over.

Some of Little Demon Immortal’s special ”knowledge” was completely foreign to her.

”No way, no way, you’re so close to Brother Xiaoyao, don’t tell me you haven’t done that with him?”

Little Demon Immortal feigned surprise, speaking in a yin-yang tone.

”You…” Even Jiang Luoli, despite not understanding much, knew what the words meant.

Her face turned as red as an apple, unable to speak a word.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, looked indifferent; this little witch drove better than he did.

But looking at Little Demon Immortal’s figure, she was no different from Jiang Luoli.

”Sorry, not interested.” Jun Xiaoyao continued to climb with Jiang Luoli and the others.

”Brother Xiaoyao, I know you’re a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, full of energy, one Jiang Luoli can’t satisfy you, I can also serve you well.”

Little Demon Immortal unabashedly spoke, trying to entice Jun Xiaoyao.

Even Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.

He admitted he was a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and his Kidney’s Divine Treasure’s capabilities were indeed strong.

But is he that kind of person?

Is he? Is he?

Jun Xiaoyao ignored her.

Watching their gradually ascending figures, Little Demon Immortal stomped her foot in frustration.

”Instead of relying on shortcuts, why not rely on yourself?” Ji Qingyi said faintly, silently climbing.

”Oh yes, White Lotus, you’re the purest,” Little Demon Immortal mocked.

Ji Qingyi shook her head, ignoring her.

She understood her opponent’s personality well, thus refrained from verbal sparring.

Wangchuan found it hard to keep calm, as Jun Xiaoyao’s performance redefined his understanding of demons.

It can be said that if Jun Xiaoyao lived in his era, he would surely be the most dazzling Celestial Pride, without equal.

However, Wangchuan, after all, is an ancient freak of the Reincarnation Demon Sect, and his temperament is not comparable to someone like Li Daoxuan.

He quickly adjusted his state and began silently ascending.

For a while, the entire Heroic Spirit Altar remained without any disturbances.

Now, those who could still persist on the altar were very few.

Those Celestial Pride either were driven mad to death or stayed in place, unable to move forward.

Jun Xiaoyao still led the way.

Moreover, he led Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying.

It equated to Jun Xiaoyao bearing the pressure of four people.

Following were Ji Qingyi, Wangchuan, Little Demon Immortal, and others.

Finally, there were a few scattered Celestial Pride persisting.

The higher they climbed, the stronger the pressure.

And the Dao rhythm in the void became more and more intense.

Finally, around the eight hundredth step, Yan Qingying spoke first.

”Young Master, Qingying feels it’s enough here.”

Yan Qingying’s already pale cheeks carried a hint of paleness.

Obviously, she had reached her limit.

Although Yan Qingying is the heir of the Devouring God Demon Technique and had absorbed the essence of an Immortal Realm’s Celestial Pride, she is, after all, a Lower Realm Celestial Pride, and her growth has been short.

Frankly, with her own strength, reaching six hundred steps was already commendable.

Now, reaching eight hundred steps was due to Jun Xiaoyao’s protection.

”Alright, take your time to comprehend cultivation here,” Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, not forcing her.

Too much is never a good thing, forcing Yan Qingying further could harm her cultivation.

Yan Qingying nodded, took out a Dark Immortal Seed, and began refining it.

She was confident she could break through on the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Then, around nine hundred fifty steps, Jiang Luoli and Yi Yu also stopped.

They couldn’t progress further.

Jun Xiaoyao likewise did not force them and continued climbing alone.

Beyond nine hundred fifty steps, with each step, the pressure almost doubled.

Moreover, the ancient heroic spirits manifesting in the void started to attack.

A heroic spirit shaped like a Firebird opened its mouth and spewed Crimson Flame.

There was also a centipede-like creature attacking from the void.

Some ancient hero, wielding the Heaven-Breaking Divine Spear, threw it at Jun Xiaoyao.

These heroic spirits were those who fell on the Heroic Spirit Altar previously.

They were envious of Jun Xiaoyao and attempted to prevent his ascent.

For those that appeared, Jun Xiaoyao swept them away with a palm, his golden palm seal sweeping through everything.

All heroic spirits shattered before him.

Ji Qingyi and Little Demon Immortal ultimately stopped around nine hundred fifty steps.

In contrast, Wangchuan continued climbing.

The Little Six Paths Reincarnation Disc spinning behind him, his Reincarnation Sacred Body’s power was pushed to the limit.

He was unwilling, as an ancient freak, to be outshone by the contemporary Celestial Pride.

But the last few dozen steps had an incredibly terrifying pressure.

At this point, even the ancient freak Wangchuan had to inch upward.

Eventually, Wangchuan stopped around nine hundred seventy steps, unable to advance further.

In truth, this performance was exceptionally impressive.

Throughout history, less than one percent of Celestial Pride entering the Ten Realms Rift could reach over eight hundred steps.

Reaching nine hundred steps was even less than a thousandth.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, who still steadily climbed, Wangchuan eventually bowed his head.

He was defeated by Jun Xiaoyao once again.

Whether in strength, willpower, or talent, he was no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if he returned to peak condition, this fact would likely remain unchanged.

”Could it be, he will reach the top of the Heroic Spirit Altar?” Wangchuan’s pupils trembled.

The top of the Heroic Spirit Altar was a nearly untouchable restricted area.

He also knew one thing.

If anyone wanted to pave their own path, they must reach the top of the altar.

Only there could Jun Xiaoyao receive the full blessing of the Lower Realm Ten Lands’ destiny.

Together with assistance from the Ten Realms Origin.

Jun Xiaoyao might just have a chance to forge a path never traveled before.

”Jun Xiaoyao has such ambition,” Wangchuan inhaled deeply.

He could hardly imagine that with Jun Xiaoyao’s already monstrous talent and formidable strength,

if he forged his own path, how brilliant his future would be.

Even Proving the Path to Emperor might not be Jun Xiaoyao’s end!