Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Yan Qingying's eyelids trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

A figure she had been thinking of day and night appeared before her eyes.

Still dressed in white as pure as snow, standing with hands behind his back.

The tall and somewhat slender figure, in Yan Qingying's eyes, was as lofty as a towering mountain, like a belief, unyielding and unwavering.

"Young... young master..." Yan Qingying's voice trembled slightly, somewhat disbelieving, as if in a dream.

"Are you okay? The young master will help you take revenge." Jun Xiaoyao did not turn around but spoke calmly.

He was inherently protective of his own.

As long as they were related to him, even if they committed heinous crimes, Jun Xiaoyao would protect them to the end.

What's more, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yan Qingying's methods of slaughter were entirely normal.

Kill and that's that, so what?

"Young master..."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Yan Qingying's vision blurred slightly.

She knew in her heart that although Jun Xiaoyao appeared indifferent and aloof, high and cold.

He was relentless in protecting those around him.

This made Yan Qingying deeply moved, her young heart tingled with emotions.

However, on the other side, Bi Mihu and Miao Wuxin's emotions were not as good.

The two women wore expressions of astonishment on their faces.

Because just now, Jun Xiaoyao appeared directly as if flashing in.

So Bi Mihu, Miao Wuxin, and Yan Qingying's extreme techniques were simultaneously unleashed toward Jun Xiaoyao.

However, the terrifying mana tide seemed to disappear entirely, without a trace.

It didn't even flutter the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's robe.

"It's... it's the Jun Family's Divine Son!"

"The Jun Family's Divine Son has appeared!"

Surrounding bystanders, the celestial pride, first froze, then couldn't help but exclaim.

Astonishment!

Extreme astonishment!

No one expected that a few months after the opening of the Immortal Ancient World, Jun Xiaoyao would enter the Immortal Ancient World.

But what shocked them the most was Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation.

These celestial pride spectators found themselves unable to discern it clearly.

They could only feel a vague pressure, like a great mountain weighing upon their hearts.

"Impossible, when the Jun Family's Divine Son entered the Burial Soil, he was only in the Heaven-Reaching Realm, so how now, with my Void God Realm cultivation, I still can't see through?"

The surrounding celestial pride were all doubting life.

However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was coldly examining Bi Mihu and Miao Wuxin.

Lei Mingyuan, who hurried over, seeing Bi Mihu and others, shook his head secretly.

He knew, with Jun Xiaoyao's character, blood was bound to be spilled here by the Soul-Ending Cliff today.

"Holy Sect, Little Western Heaven..." Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Little Western Heaven, so low-key yet utterly mysterious.

And the Holy Sect, Jun Xiaoyao was not familiar with, but he had heard from the elders in his family.

This sect had deep foundations, even spanning multiple Immortal Realms.

They believed in the legendary Allah.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao didn't believe in these mystical things.

So-called gods were just stronger people.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao was given enough time to grow stronger, he could slay gods, Buddhas, or Allahs as he pleased!

"Jun Xiaoyao..."

Bi Mihu and Miao Wuxin, this moment, wore expressions of unprecedented gravity.

Not only because Jun Xiaoyao suddenly appeared.

But because Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment brought them a sense of oppression.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao did not actively release his aura, those with lower cultivation levels could not entirely sense it.

They could only feel that Jun Xiaoyao's aura was unfathomable, bringing them enormous pressure.

"I, the Divine Son, ask you, do you know how to write the word 'death'?" Jun Xiaoyao slightly tilted his head, tone bland.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I didn't expect you to appear, but your follower, possessing the Devouring God Demon Technique, has committed boundless slaughter and bears immense sin." Bi Mihu coldly spoke.

After all, as a Holy Sect Saintess, she held status and couldn't possibly be cowed by Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, there was a Holy Disciple within the Immortal Ancient World.

The Holy Disciple's strength had reached the True God Realm, rivaling the likes of Wang Teng and Long Aotian among the monstrous celestial pride.

Bi Mihu didn't believe Jun Xiaoyao wasn't wary.

"Immense sin?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed.

He found it laughable.

"Jun Xiaoyao, the poor nun once advised her to abolish her Devouring God Demon Technique, but she refused, so there was no other choice." Miao Wuxin clasped her palms, shaking her head.

"Abolish the Demon Technique? Who do you think you are to demand the people of I, the Divine Son, to abolish their demon techniques?" Jun Xiaoyao's face was cold.

"You..." Miao Wuxin's face froze, extremely embarrassed.

As the Little Western Heaven Buddha Maiden, it was the first time she had been treated with such an attitude.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are at least the Divine Son of an Ancient Desolate Family, couldn't you at least speak some sense?" Bi Mihu righteously declared.

The so-called Holy Mother is like this, standing on the moral high ground, arbitrarily criticizing, belittling, and judging others.

And thus, prideful, thinking themselves noble, holy, and extraordinary.

Yet, such Holy Mothers often found many foolish followers to flatter and agree with.

"That's right, even if you're the Jun Family's Divine Son, you shouldn't be unreasonable!"

"The Devouring God Demon Technique should never see the light of day again, the Saintess is right!"

Hundreds of Bi Mihu's supporters around spoke in unison, condemning Jun Xiaoyao.

There was no expression on Jun Xiaoyao's face, seemingly not angry.

But those who knew Jun Xiaoyao would understand that a calm-faced Jun Xiaoyao was the most terrifying.

"Oh, if that's the case, then I, too, possess the Devouring God Demon Technique, should you all kill I, the Divine Son, as well?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

This question left the surroundings in pin-drop silence.

Kill Jun Xiaoyao?

Are you mad!

Not to mention whether they had the ability to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Even with the capability, few dared to act against Jun Xiaoyao, unless they were lunatics.

No celestial pride present believed themselves to be lunatics, so none would do anything so foolish.

"The Divine Son does not use the Devouring God Demon Technique for slaughter, naturally he can be treated with leniency." Bi Mihu's expression was somewhat unnatural, but she still spoke.

Clearly wary of Jun Xiaoyao's strength and status, yet still pompously finding a reason and excuse for herself.

"Heh, then you've said something wrong..." A mysterious gleam flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

For some reason, Bi Mihu and Miao Wuxin's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

"Who told you I, the Divine Son, wouldn't commit slaughter? Now, let you see what true slaughter is!"

As Jun Xiaoyao's voice fell, his right hand suddenly rose, and a terrifying mana storm swept out, accompanied by surging Nether Qi!

"Gate of Hell, open!"

Jun Xiaoyao's cold shout was like a Demon King's wrath shaking the three thousand worlds!

Rolling Nether Qi surged and churned, in the void, condensing into a Hell Gate, a thousand zhang tall.

This ultimate skill was an extreme technique within the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength.

With supreme power, opening the Gate of Hell, summoning countless demons from Hell!

However, now within Jun Xiaoyao's body, only thirty thousand Dragon Elephant Particles had transformed into Primordial Particles.

So it was impossible to fully open the Gate of Hell.

But even with just a crack opened, there were still thousands of Evil Ghost Rakshasas swarming out!

Like a rolling dark tide, they swept toward Bi Mihu, Miao Wuxin, and hundreds of celestial pride.

"No, what is this!"

"Don't come near me... ah!"

A scene of bloodbath, a scene of slaughter!

Hundreds of celestial pride were torn to pieces in the tide of thousands of Evil Ghost Rakshasas!

Blood rained in the sky, severed limbs scattered, and internal organs splattered, the scene was extremely gruesome!

The entire scene appeared like the Eighteen Layers of Hell!

The celestial pride watching from a distance, all turned pale, trembling.

At this moment, in their eyes, the snow-white-clad Jun Xiaoyao was no longer the transcendent Divine Son, but a true Great Demon King!