Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

The matter of the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet, without a doubt, spread throughout the entire Ancient Burial Land.

At that moment, the whole of the Ancient Burial Land seemed to explode.

All the Burial Soil Creatures, upon first hearing the news.

Their initial reaction was, are you freaking kidding me?

Then, after learning the actual situation, they were left speechless, unable to believe it.

A Tenth Minor King Level celestial pride is already enough to sweep across a region, being the pinnacle of a domain.

But now, even with the kings joining forces, they could not harm Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest, and even got a few of them killed instead.

For the Burial Soil Creatures, this was akin to a bolt from the blue.

However, upon learning that Jun Xiaoyao was also an invincible prodigy in the outside world, their mood slightly calmed down.

If the celestial pride of the Immortal Realm were all as demonic as Jun Xiaoyao, these Burial Soil Creatures would be even more disheartened.

After the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet ended, Jun Xiaoyao still stayed with Lang Huan.

A few days later, they would jointly go to the location of the Burial Realm’s fissure.

Jun Xiaoyao could also go complete his sign-in task.

In the luxurious cabin room of the tower ship.

Jun Xiaoyao leaned casually against the edge of the bed.

Qin Xian’er and Lang Huan, one on the left and one on the right, were massaging Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulders.

The soft, jade-like hands of the two women kneaded Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulders rhythmically, making him very comfortable.

Previously, although Lang Huan liked Jun Xiaoyao, she would never have done something that a maid would do.

But after witnessing Jun Xiaoyao’s dominant and tyrannical demeanor at the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet, her heart completely melted.

Originally, her personality was very assertive, wanting to ride on Jun Xiaoyao.

But now she always fantasizes in her mind about being ridden by Jun Xiaoyao.

Lang Huan doesn’t even know how her mindset underwent such a huge transformation.

Perhaps it was because all the men she met before appeared before her with a servile attitude, like dogs.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao was the first to appear so domineering in front of her.

A strange fetish awoke in Lang Huan’s heart.

”Young Master Jun, do you think they will let you enter the Burial Realm without a hitch?” Lang Huan asked while massaging Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulders.

She had already begun considering problems for Jun Xiaoyao.

”It doesn’t matter. If they try to stop me, I’ll make them understand what true despair means,” Jun Xiaoyao replied.

He knew that having killed celestial pride from races like the Eight-armed Spider Demon Race, they would definitely not let it slide.

Not only would they oppose Jun Xiaoyao entering the Burial Realm, but they might even harbor thoughts of wanting to kill him.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

If these racial forces dared to make a move, Jun Xiaoyao would make them understand what regret means!

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s cold and domineering statement, Lang Huan’s heart softened even more.

Sourced from a scene of idyllic beauty, it flowed gently.

Hmm, just describing the scenery, absolutely no other implications.

”Is there water?” Jun Xiaoyao looked down.

”Uh-huh.” Lang Huan answered softly, her delicate face flushed with a peach hue.

”Then shouldn’t you hurry down, don’t wet Jun Mou’s bed too,” Jun Xiaoyao flicked his wrist, pushing Lang Huan aside.

Lang Huan: ”???”

This seriously... iron-willed straight man!

Even Lang Huan, such a stunning beauty, couldn’t help but want to curse.

Clearly looking like a charming little puppy, yet having the heart of an iron straight man.

At the side, Qin Xian’er couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

She realized that now she didn’t dislike Jun Xiaoyao as much as she initially did.

This handsome young master, although often ruthless and a man of few words, was sometimes quite amusing and cute.

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While Jun Xiaoyao leisurely awaited entry into the Burial Realm.

Other kings like Long Xiang, Mo Ling, Nine Nether Ape, and other Burial Land celestial prides were finding ways to enhance their strength.

At the same time contemplating how to stop Jun Xiaoyao from entering.

The Eight-armed Spider Demon Race, Blood Fiend Race, and other powerful factions reached a consensus that it was absolutely impossible to allow a foreign celestial pride to enter the Burial Realm.

Even if there were no such rules before, they would create them now.

On the other side, atop a solitary peak within the Netherworld King Hall.

Chu Tianba was sitting cross-legged.

The reason he didn’t attend the banquet was not because of his own choice, but because someone stopped him.

In front of him, in the void, there was a semi-illusory projection.

But even as just a projection, it exuded a terrifying aura as if it could crush all heavens and myriad realms.

This shadowy projection was the Hall Master of the Netherworld King Hall, the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor!

And Chu Tianba, as an Ancient Tyrant Body and the strongest celestial pride in the Netherworld King Hall, was also the disciple of the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor.

”Master, why didn’t you let me go and contend with the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?” Chu Tianba was unwilling.

He had originally thought of going toe-to-toe with Jun Xiaoyao at the Ten Kings’ Grand Banquet.

Yet his master, the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor, stopped him.

”That Jun Family’s Divine Son, has something you may not understand, but in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm, he is the most prominent among the younger generation, even ancient monstrosities have fallen to him,” the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor said.

”Master, do you think my Overlord Body is inferior to the Sacred Body of that Jun Family Divine Son?” Chu Tianba gritted his teeth.

In the past, every Celestial Tyrant Body was domineering beyond compare, and viewed themselves as supreme.

So Chu Tianba could not tolerate being overshadowed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, in the Celestial Nether Realm, rumors spread that Chu Tianba was afraid of the Jun Family’s Divine Son, hence he didn’t dare attend the banquet.

This was something Chu Tianba found hard to accept.

”Of course, I believe in you; if your Overlord Body were complete, you’d naturally be able to compete with that Jun Family celestial pride, but currently, you are incomplete.”

”The only way is to enter the Burial Realm and find the Pool of Reincarnation.”

”This great opportunity is enough to restore, heal, and even baptize and elevate your Overlord Body.”

”At that time, crushing that Jun Family’s Sacred Body would be as easy as a flick of the hand.”

Hearing the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor’s words, Chu Tianba became slightly relieved.

It turned out the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor had already planned his path forward.

”Thank you, Master, for your painstaking efforts, but if that Jun Family celestial pride also enters the Burial Realm, by then...” Chu Tianba hesitated to speak.

He felt Jun Xiaoyao might obstruct him from acquiring the opportunity.

After all, the two physiques are natural adversaries.

There’s no way Jun Xiaoyao would idly allow him to restore his complete Overlord Body.

The Celestial Nether Burial Emperor said indifferently, ”Rest assured, killing that Jun Family celestial pride may lead to major karmic consequences.”

”But preventing him from entering the Burial Realm is no challenge, and this Netherworld King Hall will naturally handle it.”

After hearing the Celestial Nether Burial Emperor’s words, Chu Tianba finally felt entirely at ease.

”Jun Family Sacred Body, once my Overlord Body is fully restored, how will you contend with me? This lifetime will belong to my Celestial Tyrant Body, ruling supreme!”

Chu Tianba’s ambition was blatantly clear.

He wanted to leverage the name of the Celestial Tyrant Body to completely trample the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body underfoot!

Amidst the entire Ten Domains of Ancient Burial Land, as turbulence arose due to the Burial Realm.

Within a dark palace in the Senluo Realm.

A striking figure in a black long dress sat proudly on a Bone Throne.

Among the ten domain lords of the Ten Burial Realms, there was a legendary existence.

All the Burial Soil Creatures referred to her as...

The Ghost-faced Female Burial Emperor!