SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

"It's her again..."

For this ghost-faced figure that was neither crying nor smiling, Jun Xiaoyao was already more than familiar.

From the ghost-faced girl at the Heavenly Dao Tower, to the ghost-faced woman at the lower realm altar, then to the Bronze Immortal Palace, and now here.

Although Jun Xiaoyao had never truly met her, he felt as if she was everywhere.

Many places bore traces of her passage.

She seemed to be strolling through the ancient history of the Immortal Realm, as if searching for something.

And now, her gaze turned toward him.

Even someone as powerful as Jun Xiaoyao vaguely felt as if he was being seen through.

This feeling, he did not like.

"I am a transmigrator, in this world, I am not entangled in any karma. If she is looking for someone's shadow, she will only be disappointed," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

He is who he is, Jun Xiaoyao.

Past, present, future, he would never be anyone else.

Though he had never met the ghost-faced woman, she had already formed karmic connections with him through various opportunities.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao didn't need to care what this woman's attitude toward him actually was.

He believed that those powerful figures in the Jun family would not allow certain forbidden existences to interfere with his path.

Then, some scenes appeared before Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, surprising him.

This was indeed a place of opportunity, one that Emperor Luangu had found in his youth.

He seemed to also see the ghost-faced woman.

But it was merely a world-transcending immortal silhouette from behind.

The young Emperor Luangu was almost pressed to his knees.

This left Jun Xiaoyao speechless.

A mere silhouette, almost forcing Emperor Luangu to kneel!

That ghost-faced woman was terrifyingly powerful to the extreme, absolutely a forbidden existence in ancient history!

Of course, this didn't mean Emperor Luangu was weak.

After all, at that time he hadn't yet attained the Dao and become Emperor Luangu.

But he was already strong enough, at the critical stage just before transformation.

"No wonder, could it be that Emperor Luangu received an opportunity from the ghost-faced woman, thus undergoing transformation?" Jun Xiaoyao speculated.

Though Luangu's life was full of hardships, he also had many opportunities.

It was rumored that he had obtained more than one imperial opportunity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to accumulate strength and finally forge his own path, creating his own method.

His method was called the Chaos Heaven Secret Technique!

"If that's the case, then this is troublesome..."

Jun Xiaoyao frowned, not feeling relieved at all, but rather finding it more troublesome.

Wouldn't he have to defeat this ghost-faced woman to reach the thousandth layer?

And who was this ghost-faced woman?

She was very likely one of the most brilliant figures in the ancient history of the Immortal Realm.

Facing such a figure, Jun Xiaoyao couldn't be careless.

He was indeed confident, but that didn't mean he was arrogant.

A mere silhouette, perhaps just an imprinted remnant, could almost press the young Emperor Luangu to his knees.

She and the Chaos Heaven Seven Heroes from the previous layer were simply not on the same level of existence.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was contemplating whether to strike first.

The ghost-faced woman suddenly extended her hand.

Her five fingers were slender and white as jade.

On her jade finger was a bronze ring.

In her hand, she seemed to be holding a ball of light.

Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled, stepped forward, and slowly extended his hand.

He touched the ghost-faced woman's hand.

It wasn't an illusory image as imagined, but had a smooth and delicate feel.

Jun Xiaoyao was surprised, was this a real person?

Or had she reached him through the river of time?

Afterward, the ball of light dispersed, leaving a flower.

A flower that looked ordinary and commonplace.

Even Jun Xiaoyao, with his profound insight, couldn't immediately identify what kind of flower it was.

But what surprised Jun Xiaoyao most was.

This flower was not an illusion, nor an imprint.

It was a real flower!

This was very strange.

It should be known that the figures inside this Luangu Tower were all imprinted by Emperor Luangu using supreme techniques.

Logically, everything should be illusory, and nothing real could exist!

But this flower given by the ghost-faced woman was real.

Jun Xiaoyao found it incredible.

This technique was beyond his understanding.

If it wasn't arranged by Emperor Luangu.

Then it could only be that this ghost-faced woman, through some means, had traversed the river of time to give him this flower.

Jun Xiaoyao looked at the ghost-faced woman again.

The ghost-faced woman stepped back.

Then the mist became dense, engulfing everything.

"Wait..." Jun Xiaoyao reached out, but caught nothing.

The ghost-faced woman had disappeared without saying a word, only giving him a flower.

Jun Xiaoyao took a light breath, examining the flower in his hand.

Pure white, with faint Dao patterns flickering.

Jun Xiaoyao couldn't tell what it was at the moment.

It didn't even seem like a product of this era.

Perhaps it was some rare, or even extinct ancient medicinal plant.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly and put it into his spatial artifact.

"I thought I would experience a great battle, but I didn't expect..." Jun Xiaoyao was slightly dazed.

He had almost attacked the ghost-faced woman.

But the ghost-faced woman only gave him a flower and disappeared.

"Could I have passed this level just like that?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

However, it was exactly as Jun Xiaoyao thought.

He was transported out of this place and ascended to the thousandth layer.

Jun Xiaoyao was very surprised, and there was also a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He knew that the ghost-faced woman had helped him again, forming another karmic connection.

Otherwise, if Jun Xiaoyao wanted to pass this level by force, it wouldn't have been easy.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto the thousandth layer.

On the nine hundred and ninety-ninth layer.

A figure staggered in, it was Qin Wudao.

"Cough... cough... those Chaos Heaven Seven Heroes were quite strong, but I still passed."

This figure was Qin Wudao.

Though he was in a sorry state now, having consumed a lot of energy.

But his eyes were burning with flames, filled with excitement.

Even Emperor Luangu's old enemies, the Chaos Heaven Seven Heroes, couldn't stop him.

What reason did he have not to ascend to the thousandth layer?

"As Luangu's successor, I should reach the top!" Qin Wudao was full of fighting spirit, his body surging with magical power!

However, in the next moment, mist appeared before his eyes.

Vaguely, a figure of extraordinary beauty emerged.

Qin Wudao didn't even see clearly before he felt a terrifyingly boundless force coming at him.

Before this force, Qin Wudao felt like a drop in the ocean, extremely insignificant.

He didn't even have a chance to react before his body was struck heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He was directly blasted out of the Luangu Tower, then fell heavily to the ground.

Boom!

A sound like a meteorite hitting the ground erupted, the earth cracked, spreading out spider web-like huge fissures.

In the middle lay the extremely sorry figure of Qin Wudao, his chin covered in blood.

"This..."

From all directions, all the geniuses had stunned expressions, not having recovered.

"It's the divine son of the Qin family!"

Almost all gazes fell on Qin Wudao, with a hint of sympathy in their eyes.

This Qin Wudao seemed quite miserable.

"Looks like he failed after all..."

The gazes of Yu Yunshang and Fan Tian also fell on him.

"How could this be, how is it possible, just a little more, just a little more and I would have reached the top..."

Qin Wudao rose from the crater, in a dazed state, his mind somewhat blank.

Wasn't he Luangu's successor?

His strength and talent were also without issue.

Ascending to the thousandth layer and obtaining Luangu's legacy should have been a certainty.

But now, how could it be like this?

If he had been defeated after a great battle, then Qin Wudao would have nothing to say, only that his skill was inferior.

But the problem was.

He had just stepped onto the nine hundred and ninety-ninth layer, not even seeing his opponent clearly, before being miserably blasted out.

It felt as if...

That figure of extraordinary beauty deliberately didn't want to let him pass.