Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Jun Xiaoyao stayed in Baiwang City for a few days.

The Cang family sisters were very attentive in serving Jun Xiaoyao, bringing him tea and water with utmost care.

During these days, Patriarch Cang also dispatched strong members of the clan to the locations of the three major forces, sweeping away their territories and resources.

Knowing Jun Xiaoyao’s background, Patriarch Cang thought that perhaps the Fallen Feather Race would have some fear of the Jun Family.

However, a few days later, news came out that the Fallen Feather Race had sent a group with a Quasi-Supreme Venerable leading the way, heading towards Baiwang City.

This news made Baiwang City once again the focus of everyone’s attention.

Patriarch Cang and others were anxious.

Although Jun Xiaoyao’s background is terrifying, it’s hard to guarantee that the Fallen Feather Race has lost their mind and wants to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao himself remained extremely calm, quietly waiting for the Fallen Feather Race group to arrive.

Within half a day, the terrifying aura of a Quasi-Supreme came from afar in the sky.

The Fallen Feather Race group arrived.

Within Baiwang City, beings were in uproar; that pressure could easily crush the entire Baiwang City to dust.

”Is the Jun Family’s Divine Son here?”

The Fallen Feather Race Quasi-Supreme spoke, expressionless, showing no emotion.

Upon hearing this tone, the beings in Baiwang City were slightly surprised.

Why does it feel like they’re not here to settle scores?

”The Fallen Feather Race finally arrived, so are they here to strike at I, the Divine Son?” Jun Xiaoyao walked out from the Cang Family, expression indifferent.

Facing a Quasi-Supreme, there was no trace of awe or respect on his face, even with a hint of cold sarcasm in his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao’s tone made the Fallen Feather Race Quasi-Supreme twitch their eyes, reluctantly squeezing out a stiff smile.

”Not at all, it was my Fallen Feather Race that offended the Divine Son, it was our fault, how could we strike at the Divine Son.”

Upon hearing this, Baiwang City was enveloped in deathly silence.

Many Burial Soil creatures thought they had heard wrong, their minds seemingly frozen, unable to comprehend.

Yet, the event that further challenged their worldview was yet to come.

The Fallen Feather Race Quasi-Supreme took out a spatial spiritual artifact, squeezing out a smile: ”To express our apology, this is a small token from my Fallen Feather Race, hoping the Divine Son can accept it.”

The Fallen Feather Race Quasi-Supreme spoke with caution, fearing to slight Jun Xiaoyao, even showcasing the artifacts inside.

Various treasure pills, holy medicines, densely packed, along with numerous divine weapons and magical artifacts, all of which are extremely rare.

There were even some Burial Soil specialties like Obsidian Crystal Stones, Five Elements Earth, and more.

The Fallen Feather Race not only didn’t come to stir trouble, but also apologized to Jun Xiaoyao, and even compensated with such heavy gifts.

This made the Burial Soil creatures present feel surreal; is this still the domineering Fallen Feather Race?

Even the beings of the Cang Family were dumbfounded, completely unable to predict how things would unfold.

”It seems I underestimated the deterrent power of the Desolate Ancient Royal Family.” Patriarch Cang was shaken in his heart.

At the same time, he was very grateful; the Cang Family had made the right gamble this time!

Jun Xiaoyao accepted the spatial spiritual artifact, showing interest mainly in the Obsidian Crystal Stones and Five Elements Earth, while the other items didn’t captivate him.

However, the Fallen Feather Race was tactful, not everyone in the clan was foolish, there were some smart ones.

”That’s enough.” Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

He came to the Burial Soil for a mission and was too lazy to get entangled with the Fallen Feather Race’s matters.

”Thank you for your magnanimity, Divine Son, we shall not disturb you then.”

Getting Jun Xiaoyao’s reply, the Fallen Feather Race Quasi-Supreme breathed a sigh of relief.

If Jun Xiaoyao still refused to let go, he wouldn’t know how to deal with it.

The Fallen Feather Race group left directly.

And the Burial Soil creatures in Baiwang City were petrified, frozen in place for a long time.

”You all can have these, with my relationship, the Fallen Feather Race should not trouble you.”

Jun Xiaoyao kept the Obsidian Crystal Stones and Five Elements Earth, while giving the rest to the Cang Family.

”Our Cang Family pledges loyalty to you, my lord, forever!” Patriarch Cang suddenly bowed.

The other beings of the Cang Family also knelt down.

The Cang family sisters also saluted.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, not saying anything, just nodding slightly, his gaze meaningfully looking towards the depths of the Cang Family.

”It seems this Cang family elder is a shrewd person.” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

But that’s fine too; for Jun Xiaoyao, he had gained a chess piece within Burial Soil.

The matter of the Yin Nether Realm was finally settled.

Jun Xiaoyao didn’t delay, directly setting out, preparing to leave the Yin Nether Realm.

The Cang family sisters naturally were reluctant, but had to forcefully suppress their sorrow, tearfully bidding farewell.

And the waves Jun Xiaoyao stirred in the Yin Nether Realm also spread beyond the realm, expanding to the other nine regions.

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Asura Realm, in terms of prosperity, is among the top three in the Ten Burial Realms.

Far beyond the remote corners like the Yin Nether Realm.

Just like the Fallen Feather Race in the Yin Nether Realm, the Asura Realm also only has one ruling force, the Asura Demon Country.

The Asura Demon Country is the emperor of the Asura Realm.

And the Asura Burial Emperor of the Asura Demon Country is also the domain lord of the Asura Realm.

Of course, in the Asura Demon Country, the most renowned and attention-grabbing existence is not the Asura Burial Emperor.

It is the Ninth Princess of the Asura Demon Country, Lang Huan.

Ninth Princess Lang Huan’s strength is naturally beyond words, ranking second among the Ten Little Kings.

But that’s not the main point; the main point is Lang Huan’s exceptionally beautiful appearance, being one of the most beautiful women in the Ancient Burial Soil.

It’s well known that in the special environment of Burial Soil, most Burial Soil creatures are rather unattractive.

Precisely because of this, Ninth Princess Lang Huan of the Demon Country is so popular.

And at this moment, within a lavish hall in the Asura Demon Kingdom Palace.

A woman about twenty years old, wearing a purple long dress, was leaning lazily on a bed.

She had purple hair, shining brilliantly, and her figure was extremely tall and graceful with stunning curves.

Though she wore a purple gown, her waist was exposed, her snow-white and glossy flat belly.

Her face was also very striking, with exquisite features, eyes like black gems, arched eyebrows, and vibrant red lips, very alluring.

Such a stunningly beautiful appearance, not just in Ancient Burial Soil, but even in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, ranks highly as a beauty whom many male celestial prides would bow before.

This woman was the Ninth Princess of the Demon Country, Lang Huan.

Before Lang Huan’s bed, a woman in white, with ink-like black hair, beautiful and enchanting, was half-kneeling.

Her overall appearance and temperament were almost on par with Lang Huan.

”Xian’Er, is there any news?” Lang Huan glanced at the woman in white, asking.

This woman in white was her personal maid, Qin Xian’Er, whose cultivation could soon rival some of the Ten Little Kings.

Given Lang Huan’s rank as the second among the Ten Little Kings, having such a follower wasn’t surprising.

”Reporting to the Princess, there’s news from the Yin Nether Realm; the Fallen Feather Saint Son is dead.” Qin Xian’Er replied.

”Oh, the Fallen Feather Saint Son actually died?” Lang Huan’s long and curled eyelashes slightly lifted, appearing somewhat surprised.

Although the Fallen Feather Saint Son didn’t matter much to her, he was still one of the Ten Little Kings, how could he fall so easily?

”Not only that, the Fallen Feather Race didn’t dare pursue it; they even had a Quasi-Supreme powerhouse come to apologize and offer compensation.” Qin Xian’Er continued.

”There’s more to this?” Lang Huan was again surprised.

Though being the Ninth Princess of the Demon Country, she didn’t need to care about the Fallen Feather Race, she had to admit, the Fallen Feather Race’s strength and foundation weren’t much weaker than the Asura Demon Country.

It’s hard to believe there’s a force that could make the Fallen Feather Race bow down.

Could it be the Netherworld King Hall’s Ancient Overlord Body killed the Fallen Feather Saint Son?

Lang Huan couldn’t help but speculate.

Qin Xian’Er hadn’t finished and continued: ”What’s critical is that rumor says the killer of the Fallen Feather Saint Son is an external human race, and went alone.”

”What!?”

Hearing this, Lang Huan couldn’t resist rising from the bed, expression filled with extreme astonishment.