Chapter 1110: The Seed of Faith cracks, the ten-thousand-foot golden Dharma body, Jun Xiaoyao

Previously, when the three supreme beings, Jun Wu Hui and the others, shattered the Ultimate Calamity,

everyone was joyful, believing that the great calamity would be strangled in the cradle and the Immortal Realm would be safe.

However.

Who could have thought that the previous Ultimate Calamity was just a projection of power?

Now, the true body of the Ultimate Calamity had manifested.

Carrying the terrifying pressure of an ultimate big boss.

That dark power was enough to make all living beings despair.

It was as if everything in the world was about to be dragged into eternal darkness by the Ultimate Calamity.

"Everything is over; when the Ultimate Calamity breaks free from the suppression of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, it will be the time for our Immortal Realm to welcome the ultimate catastrophe."

"By then, the Foreign Realm will follow with an invasion, billions of living beings will bleed, and the final great calamity will arrive ahead of schedule!"

Many Immortal Realm cultivators were incredibly despairing.

Even the geniuses of the current generation were roaring in unwillingness.

"No, how could it be like this? I don't believe it! This is a golden age; I haven't completely grown up yet, how can I be willing to perish just like this!?"

"That's right, the era belonging to us hasn't arrived yet; we haven't truly grown up, the outcome shouldn't be like this!"

Many peerless geniuses were shouting, completely unable to accept this result.

This was a golden age, with geniuses rising together and kings competing for hegemony.

There was no lack of opportunities to attain the Dao.

Many seed-level geniuses had chosen to slumber just to wait for this golden age.

Yet now, the calamity of the black calamity had struck, and the myriad spirits were about to be dragged into the darkness.

Their path forward was cut off early, and they had no time to grow into supreme powerhouses.

This was undoubtedly the deepest despair, making many seed-level geniuses unable to help but vomit blood, their expressions filled with indignation!

"Is it really over?"

The fists of the Jun Clan's ancestors were tightly clenched, unable to be calm.

Although the Jun Clan had trump cards to protect themselves,

this was ultimately not the result the Jun Clan wanted to see.

Most importantly, Jun Wu Hui and Jun Xiaoyao were in extreme crisis.

Jun Wu Hui was still okay, just one of the Three Pure Ones clones.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to perish, that would undoubtedly be a fatal blow to the Jun Clan.

"If it really comes to it, even if we exhaust the foundation of our Jun Clan, we must kill our way into the Foreign Realm and save the father and son."

The Jun Clan's quasi-emperor ancient ancestors, Jun Taixuan, Jun Ta'a, and others, also had resolute coldness on their faces.

"Brother Xiaoyao..."

At the border, on the battlefield of the geniuses of both realms.

Jiang Luoli saw the scene in the light curtain, tears streaming down her face.

She hated.

Hated herself for being too weak, having no ability to help Jun Xiaoyao.

And hated herself even more for not being able to stand by his side at the most critical moment.

Even if it meant dying together, Jiang Luoli would not regret it.

Empress Empress Lingyuan watched the scene in the light curtain silently, her heart also tightening, feeling as if it were being torn apart.

She knew that no matter what, Jun Xiaoyao had already become an existence engraved in her heart and soul.

She could not remain calm or indifferent.

It was not just Jiang Luoli and Empress Empress Lingyuan.

All the other people who had a relationship with Jun Xiaoyao.

His followers, former friends, and even some enemies were sighing.

Everything was over.

In the Heavenless Dark Realm.

The True Spirit of the Abandoned Heaven Emperor dissipated.

The ghost-faced woman's power disappeared.

Only Jun Wu Hui, stained with blood, the Mother of the Other Shore Flower, who had suffered injuries, and Jun Xiaoyao remained.

At most, plus the power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword and the Immortal-Slaying Sword Spirit.

However, even as strong as the Immortal-Slaying Sword was, without a supreme powerhouse to control it, relying only on the Immortal-Slaying Sword Spirit, it could not completely suppress the Calamity.

In other words, the situation was lost.

It seemed that the outcome was already destined.

"No existence can trap Me; the world will wait for the arrival of eternal darkness!"

The Ultimate Calamity's demonic sound echoed, endless black blood surging, rushing toward the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

Even the brilliant sword body began to spread with inches of darkness.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword Spirit's figure was blurred, trying its best to resist.

Yet it was still unable to do so.

The Calamity had slumbered for countless years, accumulating power; since he had awakened, how could he be suppressed so easily again?

"It seems there is no other way."

The Mother of the Other Shore Flower was also sighing.

Her delicate body was shrouded in blurred light, repairing her wounded body.

Even as strong as the Mother of the Other Shore Flower was, she had no way to deal with this situation.

At this time, Jun Wu Hui's voice came.

"Xiaoyao, you should leave first; I am here."

Jun Wu Hui stood in the void, his whole body burning with the divine flame of faith.

His tone was very calm, without the slightest feeling of a parting of life and death.

This was, after all, just one of Jun Wu Hui's Three Pure Ones clones.

Jun Wu Hui had already decided that even if this body were destroyed, he would protect Jun Xiaoyao as he left.

And Jun Xiaoyao, upon hearing this, shook his head silently.

"Xiaoyao, you are not someone who acts on impulse." Jun Wu Hui frowned slightly.

Although he had never fulfilled his responsibility as a father,

he had always been paying attention to news about Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao was meticulous and acted calmly and grandly; he was not the type to act on impulse.

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, silently took out an amulet.

This was what Jun Wu Hui had left for him.

"Father, the amulet you left me is inscribed with: 'A gentleman establishes his destiny, with no regrets in a lifetime.'"

"Now, do you want me to leave like this? Sorry, I can't do it."

From the perspective of profit and loss, Jun Xiaoyao's best choice was naturally to flee.

Jun Xiaoyao had always been a calm, rational, profit-first supremacist.

But now, he didn't want to think about these gains and losses.

Nor did he want to think about what the outcome would be.

He just wanted to fight!

Jun Wu Hui fell silent.

Then he smiled again.

This was his offspring; he was proud and boastful!

Boom—!

The tentacles of the Ultimate Calamity lashed out, not giving Jun Wu Hui and the others time to recover and recuperate.

Jun Wu Hui stepped forward, like an invincible God-King crossing the sky.

He didn't try to persuade Jun Xiaoyao anymore.

This was Jun Xiaoyao's own choice.

The Mother of the Other Shore Flower also attacked.

She knew that with the causal connection of the ghost-faced woman,

she and Jun Xiaoyao were destined to be entangled and unable to be completely separated.

"Look, the God-King is still fighting; he hasn't admitted defeat yet!"

At the border, many dejected Immortal Realm cultivators raised their heads and saw Jun Wu Hui still fighting in the light curtain.

One by one, they were moved.

Many had red-rimmed eyes.

Even seven-foot-tall men had tears sliding down the corners of their eyes, sighing for Jun Wu Hui.

Having such a hero in the Immortal Realm was the blessing of all living beings!

"Is futile resistance meaningful?"

The kings of the Foreign Realm, seeing this, appeared very disdainful and cold.

In their view, this kind of resistance appeared both stupid and ridiculous; it would be better to just accept their fate.

"You Jun Clan members are truly stubborn."

The Ultimate Calamity's demonic sound echoed, carrying indifferent coldness.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword was already gradually unable to suppress it.

Boundless dark power seeped out from the Ultimate Calamity's body.

Its tentacles lashed out casually, shattering the order of the Great Dao.

Jun Wu Hui was pushed back, his white clothes already turned into blood-stained clothes.

The Mother of the Other Shore Flower also suffered damage to her origin.

And Jun Xiaoyao, watching all this, his handsome, peerless features were as cold as iron!

For the first time, this was the first time Jun Xiaoyao felt somewhat powerless.

But he did not want to have this experience.

He had an invincible Dao heart and an immortal belief!

Invincibility was Jun Xiaoyao's synonym!

No one could overturn it!

Even if what Jun Xiaoyao was facing right now was the Ultimate Calamity!

Boom—!

This invincible belief of Jun Xiaoyao seemed to trigger the Seed of Faith in his inner universe.

Instantly, the Seed of Faith, shining like a scorching sun, erupted with billions of strands of brilliance!

The golden sea of faith was surging.

Jun Xiaoyao's whole body was shrouded in brilliant golden light of faith.

Behind him, the Seed of Faith turned into a scorching sun, manifesting in the air.

*Crack... *

The Seed of Faith, which had been brewing for a long time, finally cracked completely.

What followed was a monstrous power, accompanied by the chanting and praise of all living beings!

The existence brewing within it was finally revealed.

A golden Dharma body, ten thousand feet tall, broke out of the cocoon from the cracked Seed of Faith and stood within the Heavenless Dark Realm!

Like a supreme god breaking through the world, descending here to suppress the darkness!

For a moment, the heavens shook, and the darkness was dispersed!

The billions of gazes of both realms fell upon the ten-thousand-foot golden Dharma body behind Jun Xiaoyao.

Boundless shock appeared in the eyes of all living beings! ===== CHAPTER 1111 =====