Chapter 260: Time, Like a Blade, Severing Heaven's Chos
the carriage in which Lang Huan traveled.Outside, countless creatures watched, all wanting to know what the relationship between Jun Xiaoyao and Lang Huan was now.< >Is Jun Xiaoyao still just a Sacred...At this moment, the five groups of world origins within Jun Xiaoyao's body also involuntarily emerged.
For a moment, the original powers of the Ten Regions of the Lower Realm all revolved around Jun Xiaoyao.
He stands out amidst the crowd, as free and unburdened as a supreme god king, like an immortal emperor of the celestial realm!
At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed like the only god in heaven and earth!
This scene before our eyes was also deeply etched in the eyes of everyone present.
...Not to mention those Heaven's Pride from lower realms, each one stood rooted in place like statues, as if they were about to stop breathing altogether.
Even Ji Qingyi, Xiao Mo Xian and the other Immortals who had seen countless grand spectacles in their lifetimes felt a suffocating pressure from this scene.
Because at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's aura is too detached.
Wangchuan's gaze had never been so heavy.
His invincible Dao heart, too, was now shrouded in a layer of shadow.
This is normal.
Whoever it was, sealed for countless years, thought they could dominate all the contemporary prodigies upon their return.
The results had just come out when they were met with setbacks. Anyone in this situation would have their Dao heart affected, unable to remain calm.
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept across Wang Chuan, Ji Qingyi, and Xiao Mo Xian.
Wangchuan was extremely wary, his eyes narrowed in concentration.
Ji Qingyi let out a soft sigh and stopped fighting with Jiang Luoli, making her stance clear.
As for Xiao Mo Xian, she also gave up on making a move.
Jun Xiaoyao, is more powerful and demonic than she imagined.
"Easygoing little brother, I haven't offended you too much, so please don't attack me. I'm still young and weak. I can't stand harsh treatment." The little demon fairy acted pitiful, blinking her eyes and feigning weakness.
Jiang Luoli's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the little fairy.
How does that sound a bit off
Seeing Jiang Luoli staring at him, the little fairy also showed a mischievous smirk and glared back at Jiang Luoli.
Two little girls glared at each other, each stubbornly refusing to look away.
Jun Xiaoyao ignored the little fairy and looked towards Wangchuan instead.
The only one present who seemed hostile towards him was probably Wangchuan.
Wangchuan instinctively took two steps back, his expression extremely wary and his face as calm and collected as water.
Although he desperately wanted the Ten Realms Origin on Jun Xiaoyao's body, he also knew that it was simply unrealistic.
Even if he regains his peak state, wanting to suppress Jun Xiaoyao would definitely not be an easy task.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, he did indeed want to settle the score with Wàngchuan once and for all.
And at that very moment, the shrine to heroic spirits in the distance, as if because of the simultaneous manifestation of the ten-world origins, began to undergo some kind of change.
A strange aura emerged.
"The Spirit Altar has changed." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.
He was decisive and rushed straight towards the Spirit Altar.
The Spirit Altar is the most important thing, compared to that dealing with Forgetfulness River is not so important. Anyway, he won't cause any big waves.
And don't forget, Jun Xiaoyao also has a chance to sign in at the Spirit Altar.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao stride towards the Spirit Altar, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and Jiang Luoli followed closely behind.
Ji Qingyi, seeing this, hesitated for a moment before transforming into a streak of green light and shooting past.
Xiao Moxian's eyes rolled, she winked at Wangchuan, and then darted towards the Spirit Altar.
Wang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but he had fallen asleep in the lower realms, wasn't he Wasn't that for this greatest opportunity
He couldn't possibly give up.
Having made up his mind, Wangchuan also vanished.
Then, the surrounding prodigies all rushed towards the Spirit Altar like a swarm of bees.
Only when he got close to the Spirit Altar did Jun Xiaoyao realize.
How ancient and magnificent this altar is.
Looking out, it appears as a majestic mountain from ancient times, towering and awe-inspiring, imbued with the aura of primordial antiquity.
But most shocking of all was the endless expanse of bleached white bones covering the altar.
Even after all these years, the bones remain as hard as iron.
Some skeletons were as smooth and warm as jade, while others shone with a golden glow.
Thus, it can be seen that these skeletons were once individuals with extraordinary physiques and remarkable power.
But they all fell in the Spirit Altar.
This is a place of both fortune and burial.
Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, sighing softly: "Time is like a knife cutting down the proud, on the path to immortality, sighs of beauty are lamented. If one does not prove the Dao and become an emperor, they will become a mere skeleton."
Heroes of all ages have been reduced to mere laughter.
This spirit altar is merely a shadow.
Compared to here, the emperor's road is obviously much more cruel.
That is the true path paved with bones, only the truly peerless can reach the end.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's sigh, Jiang Lirui, Yiyu and others were also touched.
Jun Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment before stepping directly onto the Spirit Altar.
The moment he stepped onto the first step, the entire altar surged with wind and clouds, as if countless phantoms of ancient heroes appeared, and all sorts of scenes materialized.
The aura of this place has become extremely peculiar, and countless demonic sounds pierce the ears, disturbing one's mind.
Jun Xiaoyao remained unaffected, holding onto the essence and unity, and began to step onto the altar.
As he walked, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying followed him.
They saw Jun Xiaoyao step by step, thinking it wasn't that difficult.
However, when they truly set foot there, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu and the others all changed color.
That terrifying aura almost made them kneel down.
At the same time, countless phantoms of ancient heroes interfered, with demonic sounds piercing their ears and disturbing their minds, making it difficult for them to completely calm down.
"Is it that scary" Jiang Lorie's face also paled slightly.
She hurriedly urged her Yuánlǐng Dào Tǐ, and only then felt a little better.
But the more so, the more it reflects your aloof and unparalleled transcendence.
But I saw you, carefree and at ease, step by step onto the altar. Though not fast, nor slow, you maintained your own pace.
"Is that an exaggeration"
Seeing the performance of Jiang Luoli and Yi Yu and others, Xiao Moxian muttered in her mouth.
She didn't believe in this superstition, and she also stepped onto the altar.
As soon as she took a step, the pure and charming face also changed color instantly.
I almost tripped and fell flat on my face.
Seeing Xiao Mo Xian's performance, Ji Qing Yi and Wang Chuan were both prepared in advance.
...but even when stepping onto it, one couldn't help but change color. ...
This is just the beginning, yet the pressure is already so terrifying.
It's hard to imagine how overwhelming the pressure would become later on.
Ji Qingyi's eyes fell once more upon Jun Xiaoyao, whose steps were firm and whose expression was calm.
Sometimes, the gap between people is revealed here.
"Jun Xiaoyao, in this world, what can possibly faze you, move you" Ji Qingyi sighed inwardly.
To share an era with peerless prodigies like you, is both fortunate and lamentable.
Luckily, the prodigies of this era get to witness firsthand, the birth of a living legend.
Sadly, the prodigies of this era will forever live only in the shadow of legends, like stars that are insignificant beside the sun. Miaoyu.But the other man was not Chu Xiao.He is a top warrior in the Imperial Palace and also a disciple of Ming Hong, the master of the Three Halls.His name is Qin Hong."Saintess, don't we need to r...