SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

"It seems the elder knows the purpose of my visit." Jun Xiaoyao picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

"Of course, Divine Child possesses the Ancient Sacred Physique, which is the sworn enemy of the Heaven Tyrant Physique, so it's impossible for you not to come here," said Tuoba Zhan.

"Then does the elder know why the Tyrant Star and Desolate Star are in their current state?" Jun Xiaoyao inquired.

He had always been puzzled about why the Desolate Star had become what it is now.

"Actually, I don't know much either. I've only heard that an extremely powerful Ancient Sacred Physique cultivator was once killed here by a Heaven Tyrant Physique, his blood staining the starry sky," Tuoba Zhan said.

"Such a thing happened?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed surprise.

It seemed that in previous battles between Sacred Physique and Tyrant Physique cultivators, the Sacred Physique had never held the upper hand.

In fact, they had been at a disadvantage.

"That ancient Sacred Physique cultivator had attained profound mastery. I heard he seemed to have broken through limits, and although he didn't completely sever all ten shackles, he broke seven of them, making him extremely powerful."

"Logically, even if he couldn't defeat the Tyrant Physique, he shouldn't have been killed. But this has become a mystery, and no one knows the reason now," Tuoba Zhan explained.

Jun Xiaoyao showed a thoughtful expression.

Heaven imposed ten shackles to restrict the Ancient Sacred Physique.

The Sacred Physique becoming a waste physique was common knowledge.

The fact that Jun Xiaoyao had broken all ten shackles had not spread.

Until now, some people still mistakenly believed that Jun Xiaoyao might have only broken a few shackles.

However, strictly speaking, Jun Xiaoyao was able to break all ten shackles because of the check-in system.

That ancient Sacred Physique cultivator, on the other hand, had relied on his own power to break seven shackles, which was incredibly impressive.

Yet such a powerful being was killed by the Heaven Tyrant Physique of that era.

Could there be something fishy about this?

"Has the elder heard of the Ancient Sacred Temple?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Tuoba Zhan replied, "That's an ancestral ground of the Ancient Sacred Physique, located on the Desolate Star."

Jun Xiaoyao stood up and slightly cupped his hands, "Thank you for the feast, elder. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you further."

As he spoke, Jun Xiaoyao picked up the Yin Jade Rabbit, which was still focused on gnawing its spirit fruit carrot.

"Haha, Divine Child may go. If anything happens, I will pay attention," Tuoba Zhan said with a smile.

He already considered himself half a member of the Jun family.

If he could strengthen his relationship with Jun Xiaoyao this time, it might not be impossible to truly join the Jun family.

"Thank you," Jun Xiaoyao nodded and left.

He departed from the ancient city, traversed the starry void, and gazed toward the Desolate Star.

"There must be some hidden secret in all this," Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was profound.

...

The Desolate Star, true to its name, was extremely barren and desolate.

In the distant past, this ancient life star wasn't like this, but now it had become a wasteland.

The mountain ranges were bare, without any greenery.

The spiritual energy in the world was thin, and the earth displayed a barren ash-gray color.

The entire ancient life star had pitifully few living beings. Even various beast species were scarce, unwilling to live here.

On the continent of the Desolate Star, there were scattered ancient and dilapidated cities.

Most of the inhabitants were ordinary people, with few cultivators. There weren't even any who had reached the Quasi-Saint realm, making it quite ordinary.

In the Ultimate Ancient Path, such a weak ancient star was rare.

Jun Xiaoyao flew through the air, his divine sense sweeping across vast areas.

"This place is too barren, with thin spiritual energy and broken, incomplete Dao laws. It's almost impossible to cultivate here," Jun Xiaoyao silently shook his head.

At this moment, his divine sense suddenly detected something, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm, that aura..."

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze locked onto an ancient city in the distance, and his figure flashed toward it.

At that moment, in a street within the ancient city.

A little girl about seven or eight years old walked out of a shop.

She had black hair tied in two pigtails, a delicately carved face, big clear eyes with distinct black and white, full of spirit, and long curved eyelashes.

Though she was a cute little girl like a porcelain doll, she wore a gray dress with patches, was barefoot without shoes, and looked somewhat dirty.

From her appearance, it was clear that the little girl's living conditions weren't good.

But her small face wore a satisfied smile as she carried a spirit-feathered chicken in her little hand.

"Grandpa is weak, I'll make some chicken soup for him, and also send some to Uncle, and save a chicken leg for big brother."

The little girl muttered to herself, starting to allocate portions of the spirit-feathered chicken, without keeping any for herself.

Just then, several well-dressed children appeared in front of her, their eyes gleaming.

The oldest child looked at the little girl and sneered, "Well, you can actually afford spirit-feathered chicken now? Looks like you've been living well lately."

"Bad... bad people..."

Seeing these children, fear appeared in the little girl's big eyes.

She turned to run away.

"Trying to run!"

The group of children rushed forward, and the leader grabbed the spirit-feathered chicken.

"This is for Grandpa and the others!"

The little girl suddenly cried out, pushing out with her hand, actually knocking down the leader.

"How dare you! Beat her!"

The leader was furious, feeling humiliated by being pushed down by someone they considered from a defeated clan.

A group of children surrounded her, bullying the little girl.

At this moment, from another street, a boy about ten years old carrying rice and flour saw this scene. His eyes widened in rage, and he rushed over.

"Little Xuanxuan!"

This boy, like a little tiger, took a few steps and crossed over, throwing a punch that sent one child flying, teeth falling out.

"Little Xuanxuan, are you okay?"

The boy looked at his sister.

The little girl named Xuanxuan bit her lip, looking at the spirit-feathered chicken that had been torn apart and trampled on the ground, with tears glistening in her eyes.

"Brother Ning Chen, the chicken is gone... Little Xuanxuan wanted to nourish Grandpa and Uncle..." Little Xuanxuan began to sob.

"Damn you, you bunch of bastards!"

The boy named Ning Chen clenched his fists and charged at the group of children like an enraged little tiger.

"You're nothing but a fallen, defeated clan!" the leader of the children shouted.

He moved with a flash, actually emanating spiritual energy.

Ning Chen, the little boy, wasn't afraid at all and raised his small fist to strike.

In his clear black and white eyes, a faint golden light flashed.

He fought alone against a group of children.

Although Ning Chen was brave and strong, the opponents were many, and the leading children knew some cultivation techniques.

Before long, Ning Chen was being beaten down, with his lip split and bleeding. In his blood, there were traces of golden light.

A crowd gathered around.

Some uninformed onlookers couldn't help but say, "Whose children are these? Why isn't anyone stopping them from bullying others like this?"

"Shh, be quiet. They're from the Cang family, and that pair of siblings is from Great Desolation Village," some people who vaguely knew the situation whispered.

"What... Great Desolation Village, related to that forbidden area?" Those uninformed people trembled, associating it with something, and dared not intervene.

"So, don't meddle. The tyranny of the Cang family is well-known."

Thus, although some people were watching, no one dared to step forward to stop it.

"Brother..." Little Xuanxuan was crying. She bit her lip, also wanting to rush forward.

"Don't come over!" Ning Chen shouted.

"You lowborn trash, get down!" The leading child struck out with a palm, trying to suppress Ning Chen.

Ning Chen's eyes turned red, his blood boiling with courage. He suddenly felt his entire body's blood heating up.

Regardless of consequences, he punched the older child in the face, causing half of the face to cave in.

"Ah!" The older child covered his face, crying and wailing in pain.

In the distance, several distinguished men and women appeared. Among them, a middle-aged beautiful woman saw what happened and her expression changed.

That was her own child.

"Damn you, you little mongrel!"

The middle-aged beauty revealed a venomous expression and pointed a finger, displaying Dao God realm cultivation.

A beam of light shot toward Ning Chen.

"Brother!" Little Xuanxuan's face turned pale as she let out a hoarse cry.

Ning Chen also gritted his teeth hard, trying not to show fear.

"Uncle told me that our lineage is invincible throughout history. We cannot kneel down, and would rather die than submit!"

The little fellow clenched his fists tightly.

Many people around turned away, unable to bear watching this scene.

It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but those people were from the Cang family of Tyrant Star, an extremely prosperous and tyrannical family.

Moreover, in this era, they had produced an invincible tyrant king renowned throughout the ancient path, with the potential to become an emperor.

Who would dare to provoke such a powerful clan?