Chapter 118: Followers of the White-Robed Divine King: The Gray-Clothed Double-Pupil Woman, A Jiu

The entire Forbidden City, all cultivators of every faction, had yet to react.

They were still immersed in the shock of moments before.

Yet at this very moment, they witnessed the third prince's head severed from his body.

Everyone was stunned, minds blank, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

In the imperial capital of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, before the eyes of the Panwu Divine Sovereign, the third prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty had been killed.

What kind of courage could possibly drive someone to do such a thing?

Even the Jun family would first demand an explanation before passing judgment.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the third prince was decapitated—too swift, leaving all speechless.

The Panwu Divine Sovereign's face turned ashen; he let out a long roar, raised his hand, and unleashed a quasi-supreme aura that shattered the distant void.

He was enraged, furious—never had he imagined anyone would dare kill his son right under his nose.

In the distant void, a stringed melody rang out, colliding with the Panwu Divine Sovereign's technique and shattering space.

Finally, a peerless figure clad in gray materialized.

It was a woman in gray robes, seated deep within the void, a scorched-tail qin resting before her knees.

Her wide gray robe fluttered, yet could not conceal her magnificent figure.

Three thousand strands of black hair, long and disheveled, obscured most of her face.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze stirred, revealing half her celestial visage—pale as snow, ethereally beautiful.

Her beauty was no less than Jiang Shengyi's.

Moreover, she carried an ancient, mysterious aura forged by the passage of time.

"Who is that…?"

Most cultivators within the Forbidden City stood frozen.

They had never imagined the one who struck down the third prince was a woman.

And not just any woman—a woman of ultimate power.

Many male cultivators, catching a glimpse of her celestial features, were stunned, awed by her beauty and mystery.

"Wait—look at the gray-clad woman's eyes. Don't they carry the sensation of rebirthing heaven and earth, giving birth to chaos?" exclaimed an Elder from a great faction.

Only then did everyone realize that although the woman's pupils were partially obscured by her black hair,

they still faintly revealed terrifying scenes: suns collapsing, stars falling, chaos reenacted.

Moreover, her irises seemed layered, forming a double-ring pattern.

"Gh… Could this be the legendary double pupils?" Many gasped, their expressions filled with awe.

Double pupils are an exceedingly rare, supreme ocular ability.

Among the Three Thousand Body Types, they rank among the top thirty—terrifying beyond measure.

Seeing this mysterious, transcendent gray-clad woman with double pupils appear, the entire assembly fell silent.

"Hm? Who are you?" The Panwu Divine Sovereign's pupils contracted sharply as he gazed at the gray-clad woman with double pupils.

Even he, a quasi-supreme, felt a faint pressure.

Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He had never imagined his guardian was a woman.

And not just any woman—a woman of ultimate power.

The Panwu Divine Sovereign was ruler of an entire nation, his cultivation peerless; few dared stand against him.

Especially not a woman.

Yet now, this woman seated deep within the void—mysterious, peerless in grace—held an aura no weaker than the Panwu Divine Sovereign's.

"Those who conspire to frame the Young Master shall be executed without mercy!" the gray-clad woman with double pupils spoke, her tone cold and indifferent.

Jun Xiaoyao heard this, and a strange expression flickered in his eyes.

The gray-clad woman with double pupils did not address him as "Young Master" or "Divine Son," but as "Young Master."

That was intriguing.

"Could you be…?"

Suddenly, the Panwu Divine Sovereign seemed to recall something, his face filled with shock and wariness.

Several elders from great factions also seemed to remember, snapping back to awareness.

"I recall now—this gray-clad woman with double pupils is…" an elder's eyes widened in astonishment.

He never expected her to reappear—and now, she had become Jun Xiaoyao's guardian.

"The Ninth Lady has finally acted," Jun Zhantian murmured, unsurprised.

"She is one of the Eight Divine Servants who once followed the White-Robed Divine King, Jun Wu-hui—the Double-Pupil Qinnü, A Jiu!" an Elder from an immortal sect blurted out.

At these words, shockwaves surged through the crowd.

If Jun Xiaoyao was the leader of this generation of the Jun family,

then the previous generation was Jun Wu-hui.

His strength required no further description.

In short, even any one of his eight followers was an invincible force that swept across the land.

And this gray-clad woman with double pupils, A Jiu, was one of Jun Wu-hui's eight followers from that era.

"So that's it," Jun Xiaoyao realized.

No wonder Jun Zhantian had said his guardian's origins were extraordinary.

He never imagined she was his father's former subordinate.

At this moment, Tianqinü also revealed surprise: "It's her—she's the one my master once said she could never reach."

Tianqinü's master was the ruler of the Immortal Dance Qin Sect, the supreme qin master of the entire Immortal Realm.

Someone who could make even her feel utterly outclassed—how transcendent and peerless must she be?

Now, A Jiu's identity was fully exposed, and the crowd erupted.

The Panwu Divine Sovereign's face turned black with fury.

This woman's own power was formidable, but her identity was what truly inspired dread.

A follower of the White-Robed Divine King!

Though ten years ago, that cataclysm occurred, and no one knew whether the White-Robed Divine King, Jun Wu-hui, was alive or dead,

not a single soul dared underestimate him.

"I killed him. Do you have an objection?" A Jiu's voice was cold and detached, seated high in the heavens like an ancient female immortal.

The Panwu Divine Sovereign had never felt so humiliated.

He wanted to strike—but the consequences were incalculable.

Watching the Panwu Divine Sovereign's shifting expression, many nearby murmured in awe.

To force a ruler of an immortal divine dynasty to this brink—Jun Xiaoyao's behind-the-scenes power was terrifying.

"This matter… was indeed my rebellious son's fault. This is his deserved punishment," the Panwu Divine Sovereign said after a long silence.

His words silenced the entire assembly.

The ruler of an immortal divine dynasty had finally bowed.

"Father…" Wu Mingyue's eyes trembled.

She never imagined her immortal divine dynasty would ever kneel like this.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm. "If so, may I now enter the Panwu Mausoleum?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't push your luck too far!" The Panwu Divine Sovereign's face was black with rage.

Jun Xiaoyao had publicly humiliated Wu Mingyue, declaring her unworthy of him.

He had even killed the third prince.

And now, he dared to demand entry into the Panwu Mausoleum.

Anyone else would choke on this insult.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm. "The third prince's death was his deserved punishment. But my losses must be compensated."

Losses?

The Panwu Divine Sovereign wanted to slap Jun Xiaoyao dead.

What losses had Jun Xiaoyao suffered?

No limbs missing, no injuries.

Purely extortion.

Yet as the situation stalled, an ancient, weathered voice slowly rose from deep within the palace.

"Enough. Allow the Jun family's Divine Son to enter the Panwu Mausoleum."

At this voice, the Panwu Divine Sovereign's face changed.