Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

”The Heavenly Dao has cycles of reincarnation, whom does the heavens ever spare?”

At the Ancestral Dragon Nest, an elder sneered, feeling extremely pleased within.

”Jun Xiaoyao is dead too, unfortunately, my son still cannot be resurrected.” Wang Yuanba’s mood remained bleak.

Though Jun Xiaoyao is dead, at most it’s a life for a life for Wang Teng, yet Wang Teng still cannot come back to life.

Aside from this, other factions, although their expressions dared not reveal it, felt secretly pleased inside.

Especially those factions who held grudges against the Jun Family, they couldn’t help but smile, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Even those without grudges against the Jun Family were secretly relieved.

The reason is simple, with Jun Xiaoyao present, the other factions’ celestial prides could only play side roles.

No faction wishes for their celestial pride to be a side role; all wish for them to vie for a celestial mandate in the era.

In this era, with Jun Xiaoyao present, other celestial prides could forget about competing for any celestial mandate.

”No, impossible, I must break open this Immortal Ancient...” Jun Zhantian’s emotions were extremely unstable.

As a Jun Clan Elder, he was usually a composed person.

But now, it concerned his grandson’s life and death, how could Jun Zhantian remain calm?

”Zhantian, calm down, maybe there’s a misunderstanding...” an elder advised.

”I wish for a misunderstanding too, but my grandson’s life plate has shattered...” Jun Zhantian’s old eyes reddened slightly.

Usually, when the life plate shatters, it signifies one’s fall.

This is unlikely to be wrong.

”The ancestors have yet to react, if Xiaoyao truly died, they wouldn’t remain indifferent.” An elder comforted.

Jun Zhantian finally calmed down a bit.

That’s true.

The attention and pampering Jun Xiaoyao received from the Eighteen Ancestors was no less than from him, his grandfather.

If Jun Xiaoyao had died, the Eighteen Ancestors would surely react.

But the life plate shattering was indeed a fact.

Now, even Jun Zhantian was feeling conflicted and was at a loss.

At the same time, in the Jun Family’s Ancestral Hall in the Imperial State.

Two figures stood in the void, their gazes turned toward the Immortal Ancient World.

One was a gray-robed old man, the other looked like a ten-year-old child, yet with an ancient and weary gaze.

They were the Jun Family’s Eighteenth and Sixteenth Ancestors.

”Xiaoyao is teetering between life and death; he could be considered alive, yet also temporarily ’dead’.” The Eighteenth Ancestor spoke in a calm tone.

”This is Xiaoyao’s tribulation and fate; it depends if he can overcome it this time.” The Sixteenth Ancestor, with a childlike appearance, spoke in an ancient tone.

”From birth till now, Xiaoyao has had smooth sailing, this hurdle was meant to be; if he passes, he’ll emerge transformed, shaking the entire Nine Heavens Immortal Realm!” The Eighteenth Ancestor’s old eyes held a trace of anticipation.

”If, and I mean if, there’s a one-in-ten-thousand chance Xiaoyao cannot overcome...” The Sixteenth Ancestor paused his speech.

”You know it in your heart, don’t you?” The Eighteenth Ancestor chuckled.

”The Bronze Immortal Hall belongs to that ruthless figure, but even if reincarnating for nine lifetimes didn’t make him an Immortal, it’s no matter, there’s no harm in breaking open the Immortal Hall.” The Sixteenth Ancestor spoke nonchalantly.

”I didn’t foresee that Xiaoyao would be entwined in karma with that person; it’s fine, as long as it benefits Xiaoyao, we won’t interfere.” The Eighteenth Ancestor contemplated.

They didn’t take action but continued to observe.

By the Immortal Ancient Mirror, nearly all forces knew that the Jun Family’s Divine Son’s life plate had shattered and that he had fallen.

Meanwhile, the celestial prides within the Immortal Ancient World remained unaware of Jun Xiaoyao and others’ fall.

”Xiaoyao...”

Jiang Shengyi and others were troubled and worried inside.

Jun Xiaoyao advised them not to risk their lives entering, yet he disregarded life and death himself.

Amidst the turbulent happenings outside,

Inside the Bronze Immortal Hall, Jun Xiaoyao’s consciousness was gradually becoming blurry, seemingly about to descend into darkness.

The last spark of his primordial spirit seemed close to extinguishment.

At this moment, the fragmented ancient talisman suddenly released a light, enveloping Jun Xiaoyao’s last trace of primordial spirit.

Before, even Wang Teng, after his primordial spirit was cleaved by Jun Xiaoyao, relied on this talisman fragment to recover.

Now, this ancient talisman fragment once again reacted, actively protecting Jun Xiaoyao’s last trace of primordial spirit.

Jun Xiaoyao hung by a thread of life.

Though his flesh body was gradually extinguished, his bones shone like golden jade, emitting life force, indestructibly solid.

Jun Xiaoyao’s Daluo Immortal Bone had already formed a complete Daluo Immortal Body, impervious to total destruction even under the pressure of primordial qi.

His flesh body was thus repeatedly shattered and reformed.

The primordial qi was itself a top-grade material for forging Emperor’s Weapons,

and it refined all material things as sacred objects.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao’s flesh was akin to an Emperor’s Weapon being tempered by the primordial qi.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to recover ultimately, his flesh body strength would be at an insanely monstrous level.

Though Jun Xiaoyao’s primordial spirit was shielded by the ancient talisman, he was still losing consciousness, as if about to slumber.

At the last moment, the system’s mechanical voice suddenly rang out.

”Ding, arrived at sign-in location: the Bronze Immortal Hall, sign in?”

”Sign in...” Jun Xiaoyao’s primordial spirit emitted a faint ripple.

”Ding, congratulations host, successful sign-in, obtained Eight Stars rare reward, All Things Mother Qi Tripod!”

With the system’s voice, Jun Xiaoyao’s consciousness finally plunged into complete darkness.

At the last moment of slipping into darkness, he seemed to see an exceedingly massive and heavy bronze tripod wildly absorbing primordial qi...

The entire Bronze Immortal Hall fell into dead silence, devoid of any sound.

Time slipped away moment by moment.

At a certain instant, a raspy voice like a drake’s suddenly echoed inside the hall.

”That guy, dead inside the Array of All Things Transforming into Heaven?”

”Barely clinging to life, though I’m curious how a Dao God Realm lad managed to preserve a trace of life, unusual.” An elderly voice replied.

”So what, he’s still stuck inside the Immortal Hall, he might remain this way forever.”

”Blockhead, lame one, old blind man, you guys are really blind.” A charming female voice suddenly sounded.

”Crone, what are you saying, I’m a blind man, you’re being discriminatory!”

”Old blind man, hush, listen to what the crone has to say?” Another ancient voice suggested.

”Lame one, don’t you find that boy familiar?” the charming female voice inquired.

”Familiar, what are you talking about, I don’t get it.” The old blind man replied.

”Now that you mention it, he does look a bit familiar.” The lame one expressed doubt, then said, ”I remember now, doesn’t he look just like the one in the master’s portrait?”

”Could this person be the master’s fated one?” The old blind man was astonished.

”Damn, could it be we wrongly killed the fated one?” The drake-like voice was also shocked.

”Are you all idiots? Hurry up and find a way to save that young man.” The charming female voice urged.

”Thankfully, this person’s primordial spirit and flesh body are extremely monstrous, even in the Array of All Things Transforming into Heaven, he managed to preserve a trace of life which others likely couldn’t.” The old blind man sighed in relief.

”By the way, old blind man, didn’t you imprison that Immortal Ancient Spirit here? Quickly use it on this young man.” The charming female voice said.

”That was meant for myself.” The old blind man was somewhat unwilling.

”Stop talking nonsense, hand it over quickly!” The charming female voice urged.

”Fine, fine, can’t I hand it over?” The old blind man relented.