Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

This creature, similar to the Human Race, only has a pair of decayed wings on its back.

His entire body exudes a thick aura of death, along with an odor of rotting corpse, making one feel somewhat nauseous.

However, since this place is filled with Burial Soil Creatures, it doesn’t feel out of place.

They looked at this creature, expressions of astonishment on their faces.

”It’s Que Tian, he is the follower of that Young Venerable from the Fallen Feather Race.”

”It’s really Que Tian, he has also come to compete for the Yin Yang Divine Fruit.”

”There’s nothing to compete for, he will definitely be able to overpower everyone.”

Seeing this creature named Que Tian, the young experts of the Iron Bone Race and Cyan Ghost Race around them all looked somewhat displeased.

This Que Tian has a significant background.

”This time, I originally came just for the Yin Yang Divine Fruit, but unexpectedly encountered an external creature. The young master will definitely love such a blood meal.” Que Tian said in a cold tone.

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow but did not get angry.

Because in his eyes, this Que Tian was already a dead man.

”He is...” Jun Xiaoyao looked toward Cang Yue beside him.

Cang Yue looked grim and said, ”He is named Que Tian, his true form is the Bone-rotting Sparrow. His strength ranks in the top five among the younger generation in the Yin Nether Realm.”

”But that’s not the most important thing; the most important is that he is the follower of the Young Venerable from the Fallen Feather Race, the Fallen Feather Saint Son.”

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao looked indifferent and asked, ”That Fallen Feather Saint Son, is he very strong?”

”Very strong, ranked among the Ten Little Kings.” Cang Yue’s tone was very serious.

”Ten Little Kings?” Jun Xiaoyao heard another new term.

Cang Yue explained, ”The so-called Ten Little Kings refer to the ten most outstanding young kings among the Ten Burial Realms, and the Fallen Feather Saint Son is the young king of our Yin Nether Realm.”

”For many years, many celestial prides have wanted to challenge the kingly position of the Fallen Feather Saint Son, but in the end, they were defeated miserably. His kingly status is unshakable.”

With just a few words, Cang Yue was able to clarify how incredibly powerful this Fallen Feather Saint Son is.

He is absolutely at the pinnacle of the young generation in the Ancient Burial Land.

Looking at the outside world, he is the top tier Immortal Inheritor.

”Moreover, in addition to that, the Fallen Feather Race behind him is also very powerful. The Fallen Feather Race Burial Emperor is also the Domain Lord of our Yin Nether Realm.”

After an explanation, Jun Xiaoyao understood.

Simply put, the Fallen Feather Race is the emperor of the Yin Nether Realm.

Any member of the Fallen Feather Race can walk arrogantly in the Yin Nether Realm, without anyone daring to provoke them.

And this Que Tian, although not a member of the Fallen Feather Race, is nonetheless the follower of that Fallen Feather Saint Son.

No wonder Cang Yue would show such a grim and hopeless expression.

”Sister...” Cangxue’s face turned even paler.

It was clear that with Que Tian participating, the chances of others obtaining the Yin Yang Divine Fruit were greatly diminished.

”It’s okay, we still have big brother Ancient Chi; he is also in the top ten celestial prides of the Yin Nether Realm.” Cang Yue consoled.

At this moment, Ancient Chi’s expression was very unnatural.

In his eyes, there was a faint trace of fear.

If he had known Que Tian would come, there’s no way he would have.

”Ancient Chi, a defeated subordinate like you dares to show up and disgrace yourself?” Que Tian’s gaze shifted to Ancient Chi.

To him, Jun Xiaoyao was already in his pocket, to be harvested at any time.

”Que Tian, don’t speak too harshly.” Although Ancient Chi was refuting, everyone could hear his lack of confidence.

Cang Yue’s heart was also hanging in suspense.

Que Tian wasn’t particularly interested in Ancient Chi; he looked at Jun Xiaoyao, wondering whether he should subdue him first.

And at this moment, deep within the basin, Yin Yang Qi surged and flowed, with a wave spreading out.

”Forget it, complete the young master’s task first, seize the Yin Yang Divine Fruit, then deal with this outsider human race.” Que Tian thought to himself.

The other creatures from the Iron Bone Race and Cyan Ghost Race were thinking the same.

The Yin Yang Divine Fruit was the most important.

”The competition for the Divine Fruit has begun.” An elder of the Cang Family said.

”Please, big brother Ancient Chi.” Cang Yue said.

The ones entering the Yin Yang Soul Pond this time were Cang Yue, Jun Xiaoyao, and Ancient Chi.

As for Cangxue, her health was poor, making her unable to participate in the competition, leaving her to wait outside.

If they couldn’t obtain the Yin Yang Divine Fruit this time, she wouldn’t be waiting for a next outcome.

Because Cang Yue wasn’t aware of Jun Xiaoyao’s true strength, she didn’t place her bets on him.

But Ancient Chi’s strength, she understood, even in the face of Que Tian, he had the qualification to confront him.

”I... will try my best.” Ancient Chi said somewhat guiltily.

Compared to the initial certainty, Ancient Chi was now very apprehensive.

Jun Xiaoyao and others began to step forward, entering the area.

Cangxue and others were left outside to spectate.

The young experts of the Iron Bone Race and Cyan Ghost Race also set forth.

Along with Gongming Lan and Que Tian, who also moved.

In the depths of the basin, there was a water pond stretching a thousand meters in circumference.

The entire pond was like a Tai Chi symbol, distinctly divided into black and white regions.

And in the center of these two regions, a Divine Tree towering a hundred meters high was growing.

It was the Yin-Yang Divine Tree.

And at this moment, on the Yin-Yang Divine Tree, fruits wrapped in Yin Yang Qi hung on its branches.

These fruits were half black and half white, looking rather peculiar, with roughly more than ten in number.

Outside the Yin Yang Soul Pond, shadows appeared one after another.

Those Burial Land Celestial Prides, seeing the Yin Yang Divine Fruit on the Yin-Yang Divine Tree, had eyes flashing with brilliance.

The Yin Yang Divine Fruit possesses the heaven-defying effect of transforming the opportunity of life and death.

For Burial Soil Creatures, it’s an irresistible temptation.

”The Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet is about to begin. The young master needs to rely on the Yin Yang Divine Fruit to transform again and reach a higher layer. All the Yin Yang Divine Fruits must be taken back.” Que Tian thought in his heart.

His young master, the Fallen Feather Saint Son, although ranked first among the celestial prides in the Yin Nether Realm,

but when looking at the Ten Little Kings level celestial prides, the Fallen Feather Saint Son is not particularly outstanding and hasn’t reached the top five.

This Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet is taken very seriously by the Fallen Feather Saint Son, who also wants to boost his rank.

Therefore, the Yin Yang Divine Fruit becomes even more important.

On the other side, the young celestial prides of the Iron Bone Race and Cyan Ghost Race also reached the edge of the Yin Yang Soul Pond.

But they didn’t rashly enter, because this Yin Yang Soul Pond is not so simple either.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others also arrived.

Looking at the Yin Yang Divine Fruit on the Yin-Yang Divine Tree, a flash appeared in Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes.

The Yin Yang Divine Fruit is indeed extraordinary, although it’s not Immortality Medicine, it is not far off.

Especially the special effects of the Yin Yang Divine Fruit, surpassing even some Immortality Medicines.

”Make a move.” Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate, taking a step forward.

His speed was very fast, swiftly rushing into the Yin Yang Soul Pond.

”Young Master, wait!” Cang Yue’s expression changed.

Before she could even speak, Jun Xiaoyao had already rushed out.

And at this moment, inside the Yin Yang Soul Pond, it seemed to be boiling.

Accompanied by the sound of splashing, a terrifying fierce beast with nine heads suddenly emerged.

This fierce beast was clad in scales, possessing nine heads, resembling snake heads yet dragon heads, looking extremely ferocious and horrifying.

Moreover, each of the nine heads was of a different color.

”Is this... the Ancient Fierce Beast, the Nine-headed Infant?” Jun Xiaoyao looked at the fierce beast in front, eyes flashing.

”No, it’s not pure-blooded, it only possesses a trace of the Nine-headed Infant’s bloodline.” Jun Xiaoyao realized.

The real Ancient Fierce Beast Nine-headed Infant could battle True Dragon, overwhelmingly fierce.

The fierce beast in front of him at most had only a trace of the Nine-headed Infant’s bloodline.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao still standing in place, those Burial Soil Creatures around all sneered.

”Has this outsider human race been frightened dumb?”

”Yeah, doesn’t he think why we didn’t just rush in directly?”

These Burial Soil Creatures believed that Jun Xiaoyao was exceedingly reckless.

”What a joke.” Ancient Chi also showed a sneer.

Only Cang Yue, and Cangxue among others who watched from outside, had their faces changed color.

”Quickly dodge!” Cang Yue shouted loudly.

But it was already too late.

The fierce beast resembling the Nine-headed Infant, with all nine heads opened their mouths wide.

Flames, icy water, poisonous gas, Demon Thunder, various energies rushed out from its nine heads.

The area where Jun Xiaoyao was was immediately engulfed in various terrifying energies.

Seeing this scene, the creatures from the Burial Soil all shook their heads.

Such an intensity of attack, even if it were the Fallen Feather Saint Son, he would probably escape with great difficulty.

Let alone just an outsider human race.

They believed that Jun Xiaoyao was already doomed.