Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Chapter 857: Chapter 855: The Power of Divine Thought, Joyful Pink Lotus, and Lover’s Flower in Bloom

Divine Thought is the undying obsession left behind by powerhouses at or above the Great Emperor level.

Generally speaking, every time a Divine Thought breaks free of its seal, it will trigger a great calamity.

After all, most of these Divine Thoughts are evil thoughts, the negative emotions of Emperor Realm powerhouses.

In life, Emperor Realm powerhouses can suppress their negative emotions.

But after they fall, those negative emotions erupt, forming a brutally unrestrained Divine Thought.

Of course, there are also some peaceful Divine Thoughts, even those that retain a trace of benevolence.

But such Divine Thoughts are far too rare.

At least, the Seven Sins Divine Thought in the Divine Ruins World is not that type.

At this moment, the Lotus Stone Carving shattered.

A stunningly beautiful pink lotus was suspended in midair.

A terrifying pressure enough to suffocate everything poured out in all directions!

Ling Yuan only felt a breath so powerful it drove one to despair burst forth.

Before this aura, even someone as proud as her felt herself instantly turned into an ant, dust.

This was simply not an existence on the same level.

”Is this a thread of aura from the remnant will of a Mythical Emperor?”

Ling Yuan’s face was as pale as paper, even her breathing was somewhat labored.

Under such oppressive aura, she felt incomparably insignificant, her heart filled with despair.

This was the gap between a true dragon and an ant.

Mythical Emperors were far, far too strong.

They had already become existences of myth and legend.

Even just a trace of aura released from the remnant Divine Thought was enough to instantly crush a Venerable.

”Is this palace going to die here?”

Ling Yuan couldn’t help thinking.

She and Jun Xiaoyao had not the slightest power to resist in front of this Divine Thought.

Thinking of this, Ling Yuan’s beautiful eyes couldn’t help but look toward Jun Xiaoyao.

But what surprised her a bit was—

Jun Xiaoyao stood tall and straight, his handsome, Immortal-like face without the slightest ripple.

Even if Taishan collapsed before him, his expression would not change.

In such a desperate situation, there was still no hint of despair on Jun Xiaoyao’s face; he only slightly furrowed his brows, as if pondering something.

Ling Yuan didn’t know why, but she instinctively moved to lean behind Jun Xiaoyao.

Yes, Ling Yuan was noble, proud.

But no matter how cold and domineering she was, she was still a woman.

In such a desperate situation, she would instinctively seek a support.

And Jun Xiaoyao was undoubtedly the firmest support.

He had always been able to give women a sense of security.

Feeling a soft, warm delicate body lean against his back, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t think much of it.

At the moment, all his attention was focused on that pink lotus.

The Seven Sins Divine Thought represented the Seven Deadly Sins.

And this Joyful Pink Lotus before him clearly represented the Lust of the Seven Deadly Sins.

As waves of light surged, a vague, slender figure emerged from the Joyful Pink Lotus.

That figure was shrouded in hazy radiance, long hair hanging down to the heels.

The face was indistinct, like a Divine standing within the River of Time.

Jun Xiaoyao knew well that the Cyan Emperor had no gender.

Because its true body was a Chaos Cyan Lotus, after Transformation it fundamentally had no distinction between male and female.

”How many years has it been...”

A faint sigh drifted from that blurry figure.

The voice could not be discerned as male or female; it only made one’s mind waver.

This blurry figure’s aura was too powerful, simply towering above all heavens.

Even Jun Xiaoyao felt a sense of suffocation.

Ordinary Celestial Prides, in such a situation, would absolutely have their Dao Hearts shaken, thinking themselves more insignificant than dust.

But Jun Xiaoyao felt no such emotion.

He had faith that as long as he was given time—

Even Mythical Emperors could be surpassed!

Rumble!

The blurry figure cast a faint glance at Jun Xiaoyao and Ling Yuan.

The gaze was extremely indifferent.

With a casual point of a finger, it was about to eradicate Jun Xiaoyao and Ling Yuan.

Leaning behind Jun Xiaoyao, Ling Yuan bit her jade-like teeth, preparing to unleash her trump cards.

Jun Xiaoyao likewise gathered his mind, readying an Extreme Technique.

He had never had the habit of sitting and waiting for death.

Just then, in the Void, strands of Rule patterns suddenly descended.

Like shackles, they bound that Divine Thought.

”These are the Rules left behind in the Divine Ruins World by the Cyan Emperor.” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed.

Within the Divine Ruins World, at most Quasi-Supreme Venerable level combat power was allowed to appear.

And this Divine Thought’s aura had clearly exceeded Quasi-Supreme before, thus triggering the Rule restrictions of the Divine Ruins World.

Under the constraint of the Rule Shackles, this Divine Thought’s aura plummeted.

Finally, it dropped to the level of a Quasi-Supreme aura.

But even so, the power of this Divine Thought was far stronger than the likes of Snake Yaksha and other Quasi-Supremes.

That finger fell, and even with Jun Xiaoyao’s Desolate Ancient Sacred Body’s tough physique, he felt as if he would be crushed.

Jun Xiaoyao summoned the All Things Mother Qi Tripod; the heavy, ancient great cauldron was the most solid defense.

Clang!

A sound like a morning bell and evening drum rang out.

The Divine Thought’s finger tapped upon the All Things Mother Qi Tripod.

A shockingly powerful counterforce directly sent Jun Xiaoyao flying back a hundred zhang, his blood surging, bones creaking.

Ling Yuan at the side was likewise jolted back.

But because Jun Xiaoyao had taken the brunt of it, she only suffered minor injuries, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her lips.

The Divine Thought stood upon the Joyful Pink Lotus, the lotus ferrying it across the Void.

”This is a bit troublesome.” Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

Just one Divine Thought was this troublesome, practically invincible within the Divine Ruins World.

If all Seven manifested at once, absolutely no one could stop them.

If in the end they fused into a Divine Evil Thought, then even if a Quasi-Emperor descended, they would likely find it hard to resist.

Right now, this Divine Thought intended to once again come and suppress them.

At this critical juncture—

In the Spring of Life within Jun Xiaoyao’s Inner Cosmos, that Ancient Lotus Seed actually began to tremble violently.

Rippling radiance washed out, various profound and ancient Runes manifested from the Lotus Seed.

That Divine Thought seemed to sense something and suddenly paused.

Then, the Divine Thought cast a deep look at Jun Xiaoyao.

In that gaze, there was actually a faint hint of dread, as if it was apprehensive of something.

”You shall sink forever into desire...” the Divine Thought spoke.

As those words fell, the Divine Thought raised its hand and snapped its fingers.

In an instant—

The entire valley’s Lover’s Flowers bloomed almost simultaneously.

Countless pink pollen formed a pink mist, filling this space.

Love Flowers in a day, longing for a thousand years.

A single flower could cause one to sink.

Not to mention the spread of Lover’s Flowers over the entire mountain; even a true Venerable Powerhouse would lose themselves here, sink and lose their wits, forever trapped in a desire-filled Illusion Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao and Ling Yuan were instantly engulfed by the thick pink mist.

Seeing this, the Divine Thought stepped upon the Joyful Pink Lotus and left this space.

This Divine Thought still had more important things to do—namely, the fusion of the Seven Daoist Divine Thought.

And within the pink pollen mist of the Lover’s Flowers—

Jun Xiaoyao felt both his flesh body and Primordial Spirit being corroded, his consciousness beginning to grow hazy.

At the same time, a certain desire was surfacing.

Fortunately, Jun Xiaoyao’s Primordial Spirit was extraordinarily powerful, surpassing even some true Venerables.

So he could hold on a bit longer.

Moreover, that Ancient Lotus Seed within his Inner Cosmos was also emitting a faint clear aura, helping Jun Xiaoyao maintain clarity and reason.

Thus Jun Xiaoyao could still temporarily keep his Spirit Platform lucid.

”I must refine the Hell Soul Demon Flower to strengthen my Power of the Primordial Spirit; only then is there a chance to break free.”

Jun Xiaoyao thought, preparing to take out the Hell Soul Demon Flower for Refining.

Just then, a soft gasp made Jun Xiaoyao raise a brow.

Ling Yuan, leaning against his back, actually stretched out a lotus-like white jade arm and wrapped it around Jun Xiaoyao.

”What do you think you’re doing?” Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.