Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

This statement stunned all the members of the Cang Family present.

Previously, the patriarch of the Cang Family seemed hesitant, but now, he was so decisive in wanting to protect Jun Xiaoyao?

”Patriarch, we cannot...” The Cang Family’s Grand Elder exclaimed in dismay.

In his opinion, confronting the Fallen Feather Race for the sake of an outsider from the Human Race was simply not worth it.

”If you have any objections, go and ask the ancestor.” The Cang Family patriarch said coldly.

”What... it’s actually the ancestor...” The Cang Family’s Grand Elder was taken aback and fell silent.

The ancestor of the Cang Family was the strongest among them, a Saint King.

Moreover, this ancestor of the Cang Family was also skilled in some divination techniques.

The Cang Family had faced multiple calamities, and they escaped danger only because of the decisions made by the family ancestor.

Therefore, everyone in the Cang Family held the family ancestor in great reverence.

Hearing it was the ancestor’s instructions, the Cang Family’s Grand Elder and others found themselves speechless.

In fact, they couldn’t fathom why their ancestor would make such an unreasonable decision.

Meanwhile, deep within the ancestral land of the Cang Family.

A being sat cross-legged in the void.

His flesh was faintly cracked, his face filled with horror.

In front of him, there was a piece of turtle shell that also shattered into powder.

”How can this be, the background of this child is truly astonishing. Just a slight calculation has backfired on me, almost driving me into madness.”

This being was none other than the ancestor of the Cang Family, a Saint King powerhouse.

Yet at this moment, his expression was horrified, unable to remain calm.

The matter regarding Jun Xiaoyao had naturally been reported to the Cang Family ancestor early on.

The Cang Family ancestor also wanted to calculate Jun Xiaoyao’s background and then make a judgment.

But he had barely begun the calculation when he was backfired by a terrifying existence in the nethermost depths.

Remarkably, the flesh of a dignified Saint King powerhouse nearly collapsed due to a divination backlash.

Who would believe this if it was told?

”How frightening is this child’s background, and what kind of divine entity protects him in the nethermost depths?”

”Supreme Venerable, no... it feels stronger than a Supreme Venerable, could it be a Celestial Venerable, Profound Venerable, Dao Venerable, or... Quasi-Emperor?”

The more the Cang Family ancestor thought, the more terrified he became.

To the extent that a mere thread of aura from the nethermost depths could nearly cause the flesh of a Saint King to disintegrate.

This is a level not achievable by typical Supreme Venerables.

Above the Ninth Stage of Saint, lie the Seven Venerable Realms.

So-called Supreme Venerable is just a general term.

The Cang Family ancestor was certain that the existence protecting Jun Xiaoyao from the nethermost depths was absolutely terrifyingly strong!

”No wonder he has the courage to come to the Burial Soil alone; his background is indeed extraordinary. The Fallen Feather Race may kick the iron plate,” the Cang Family ancestor mused with lingering dread.

He also hurried to issue orders not to provoke or neglect Jun Xiaoyao.

The turmoil stirred in the Yin Nether Realm, Jun Xiaoyao naturally knew nothing of.

The Cang Family people, too, did not disturb Jun Xiaoyao due to the ancestor’s orders.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was in seclusion within a secret chamber.

Surrounding him was a dense layer of holy flame.

Making Jun Xiaoyao appear like a Light Divine King.

His aura had now reached the Divine Flame Realm Great Perfection.

In just a few days, Jun Xiaoyao directly crossed five small realms, from Heaven-Reaching Realm Great Perfection to Divine Flame Realm Great Perfection.

This breakthrough speed was enough to leave everyone dumbfounded.

Other celestial prides advance little by little, climbing up one small realm at a time.

While Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, exploded forward.

Either he does not break through, or he crosses a great realm in one fell swoop.

”Almost there, the next step to reach the Ninth Stage of Saint still requires opportunity and some accumulation.” Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes.

The Ninth Stage of Saint is divided into Void God, True God, Celestial God, Daoist God, Quasi-Saint, Saint, Saint King, Great Saint, Saint Master.

Breaking through to the Void God Realm was not particularly difficult for Jun Xiaoyao.

But Jun Xiaoyao was ambitious; if he were to break through, it would surely not be confined to one small realm.

That slow-paced, toothpaste-squeezing breakthrough method was not suitable for Jun Xiaoyao.

And now, having reached the Divine Flame Realm Great Perfection, Jun Xiaoyao’s strength in all aspects was also comprehensively enhanced.

His magic immunity strength increased again.

Jun Xiaoyao felt that even when wielding six Divine Techniques and unleashing the power of the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist to its fullest, it might not break through his magic immunity in one strike.

This was slightly terrifying.

It indicated that when facing most celestial prides, Jun Xiaoyao could almost remain invincible for short periods.

The enemies’ magical Divine Techniques couldn’t harm Jun Xiaoyao.

And should it come to close-quarter combat, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was virtually undefeated.

Additionally, Jun Xiaoyao acquired a special ability from the Yin Yang Divine Fruit, allowing him to transform his aura into death aura, avoiding detection by Burial Soil Creatures.

As Jun Xiaoyao was assimilating his gains, he suddenly raised his eyebrow, his gaze seeming to penetrate the wall to look at the distance.

”Are they really courting death?” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

Meanwhile, outside Baiwang City, three figures appeared in the sky.

These three beings, one in beast form, resembled a jet-black leopard with black winged ribs.

Another was a young man, seemingly of the Human Race, but with a horn on his forehead.

The remaining being was a human female.

She had a voluptuous figure, provocatively dressed, her waist flowing like a water snake, exuding allure, and her snow-white face was extremely captivating.

These three beings immediately attracted the attention of Baiwang City’s Burial Soil Creatures.

”Those three are the followers of the Fallen Feather Saint Son!” a Burial Soil Creature exclaimed in a low voice.

The one resembling a black leopard was the Black-winged Demon Leopard.

The man with the horn was a celestial pride from the Unicorn Race.

As for the woman, she was known as Snake Princess.

These three beings, as followers of the Fallen Feather Saint Son, were quite renowned in the Yin Nether Realm.

”That outside Human Race has great audacity, daring to steal the Small Lord’s Yin Yang Divine Fruit, and even Baiwang City’s Cang Family dares to shelter that outside Human Race.” The Black-winged Demon Leopard spoke human language coldly.

”Small Lord is preparing for the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet; handling such trivial matters is enough for us, we’ll bring him to Small Lord for the decision.” The Unicorn Race man said with indifference.

”I’ve heard that outside Human Race is charming and extraordinary; I wonder if he is more handsome than Small Lord?” The Snake Princess giggled enchantingly.

In her limited understanding, the Fallen Feather Saint Son was already exceptionally handsome.

”Let’s not waste time; directly head to the Cang Family.” The Unicorn Race man gestured dismissively.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Cang Family.

The Cang Family patriarch and others had received the news and were waiting at the entrance.

”The arrival of the three of you to my Cang Family certainly graces us with a distinguished presence.” The Cang Family patriarch spoke with a forced smile, slightly bowing his head to the Unicorn Race man and others.

Though he was a Saint, he dared not offend the followers of the Fallen Feather Saint Son.

”Spare me the nonsense, you should understand the purpose of our visit. Let that outside Human Race come out willingly and surrender.” The Unicorn Race man said indifferently.

”You’re going too far.” Cang Yue and Cangxue glared angrily.

”Haha, does your Cang Family dare to oppose the Small Lord?” The Black-winged Demon Leopard spoke, his voice deep and cold.

The Cang Family patriarch and others were stunned, at a loss for words.

Then, a sudden roar echoed, accompanied by a terrifying aura rising!

Massive divine flames spread forth, like a sea of fire pouring down!

Within this fiery tide emerged Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white, stepping through the air, looking like an immortal deity!

”What is the Fallen Feather Saint Son, fitting to be my adversary?”