Chapter 119: The Sixteenth Ancestor of the Jun Clan, the Old Emperor

The voice came not from anyone else, but from the Old Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, a supreme sovereign.

"How could this happen?" The Panwu Divine Lord could not fathom it.

Why had the Old Emperor spoken up, offering Jun Xiaoyao a chance?

Yet the Panwu Divine Lord dared not defy the Old Emperor, and could only accept it.

"Hmph, since the Old Emperor doesn't hold a grudge and grants you an opportunity, then so be it," the Panwu Divine Lord said coldly.

"What? Did that Old Emperor really speak up?" Around him, many voices rose in shock.

That Old Emperor was an ultimate powerhouse, having retired for many years.

No one expected today's turmoil would stir him.

Even more astonishing was why the Old Emperor agreed to let Jun Xiaoyao enter the Panwu Tomb.

Many outsiders simply could not understand.

Meanwhile, deep within the imperial palace, in an ancient underground chamber.

Three figures sat facing each other.

One of them was an elderly man wearing a crown, radiating sovereign aura—the Old Emperor of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

Opposite him sat two other figures.

One was a gaunt, gray-robed elder—the Jun Clan's Eighteenth Ancestor.

The other, also clad in gray robes, appeared to be a ten-year-old child, yet his eyes carried profound age and weariness.

"I never imagined even the Jun Clan's Sixteenth Ancestor has emerged," the Old Emperor sighed bitterly.

"Mm, buried underground too long—I should stretch my bones a bit," the childlike Sixteenth Ancestor twisted his neck, smiling without warmth.

The Old Emperor's eyelid twitched slightly.

This Jun Clan Sixteenth Ancestor looked like a child, but his lineage was terrifyingly ancient.

Rumor had it that when the Sixteenth Ancestor was ten, he swallowed a Longevity Dao Fruit, and ever since, he had remained in the form of a ten-year-old child.

But to underestimate his power because of his appearance would be foolish.

The Sixteenth Ancestor's strength was no weaker than the Eighteenth Ancestor's.

"Hehe, your presence truly brings honor to our Panwu Divine Dynasty," the Old Emperor forced a laugh, though inwardly he felt utterly helpless.

"Good. Old Emperor, you are indeed magnanimous to allow our Jun Clan's descendant into the Panwu Tomb. Here, I toast you," the Eighteenth Ancestor grinned, raising his wine cup.

"You're too kind," the Old Emperor raised his cup as well, but inside, he suffered.

These two Jun Clan ancestors were smiling tigers.

If he refused to let Jun Xiaoyao enter the Panwu Tomb,

what awaited him next would not be a toast—but a punishment cup.

Though the Old Emperor was powerful, he could not withstand the pressure from both Jun Clan ancestors and had no choice but to yield.

True, the entire Panwu Divine Dynasty was not without other top-tier powerhouses.

But remember, the Jun Clan's ancestral shrine held more than just these two ancestors.

The scene unfolding in this chamber was unknown to the outside world.

They still wondered: when had the Panwu Divine Lord become so broad-minded?

"Could it be that the ancestors have arrived?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze darkened as he speculated.

Only a Jun Clan ancestor-level figure could make the Panwu Divine Lord yield.

But could even a single Eighteenth Ancestor make the Old Emperor so cautious?

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly; he didn't dwell on it.

As long as his goal was achieved, that was enough.

Afterwards, the Panwu Divine Lord, face cold and reluctant, opened the Panwu Tomb for Jun Xiaoyao.

The Panwu Tomb lay deep beneath the Forbidden City.

At its entrance stood an ancient stele.

Jun Xiaoyao arrived here, gazing at the stele, and faintly sensed something.

"It seems I'll gain considerable rewards within the Panwu Tomb," Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Around him, many factions had followed.

Though they could not enter the Panwu Tomb, even watching from outside was better than nothing.

They wanted to know why Jun Xiaoyao was so eager to enter the Panwu Tomb.

"Go in. Remember, you have only one chance—if you leave, you cannot re-enter," the Panwu Divine Lord said coldly.

"Oh, is there danger inside?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Those with direct bloodline of the Panwu Divine Dynasty face no danger, but outsiders…" the Panwu Divine Lord left it unsaid.

Yet his words clearly carried a threat.

"Heh… I've faced the Supreme Demon Corpse—how could I fear a mere Panwu Tomb?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed, flicking his sleeve without hesitation and instantly darting toward the stele.

His figure was instantly engulfed in light and vanished.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the Panwu Divine Lord's face grew even colder.

All onlookers around him were silently stunned.

Indeed, for Jun Xiaoyao, all kinds of perilous secret realms seemed to yield to him effortlessly—mere trifles.

As the outside crowd waited,

Jun Xiaoyao had already arrived within the Panwu Tomb.

Looking around, the entire Panwu Tomb resembled an underground palace.

Ancient, weathered energy permeated everywhere, as if it were a sealed complex of palaces.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm and composed.

Yet, shortly after he stepped forward, array patterns suddenly glowed across the ground, spreading in all directions.

Instantly, Jun Xiaoyao felt the gravity around him intensify, as if a primordial mountain pressed upon his shoulders.

"What's this? A test?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Before he could think further, several bronze arrows, sharp and piercing, shot through the air.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out casually and shattered them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled rhythmically.

Then, rows of bronze golems marched forward from deep within the Panwu Tomb, rumbling.

Among them were golems wielding bronze halberds, others armed with longbows and crossbows.

"These are… Terracotta Warriors?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

But upon reflection, since the Panwu Tomb was said to be the imperial mausoleum, having guardians resembling Terracotta Warriors was understandable.

"With this array and these warriors, ordinary prodigies might truly be forced to retreat," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

He finally understood the threat the Panwu Divine Lord had implied.

Ordinary prodigies indeed could not advance an inch—unable to penetrate deep into the Panwu Tomb.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, such trials were boring.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao activated his Primal Ancient Sacred Body and Divine Elephant Crushing Hell Force.

Golden blood qi surged upward, forming a vivid golden divine elephant.

The elephant lunged forward, its trunk whipping out—dozens of bronze golems were flung away.

Each golem rivaled a Return-to-Unity prodigy, impervious to blades and arrows, devoid of pain—more like killing machines.

Yet before Jun Xiaoyao, they were useless.

Jun Xiaoyao pressed two fingers together into a sword, slashing forward.

The Killing Immortal Sword Art unleashed—vast sword light ripped through the front line of bronze golems.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, demonic wings unfurled, turning him into a streak of light that effortlessly breached the defense.

If the Panwu Divine Lord saw this, he too would be stunned.

Within the Panwu Tomb, the trials meant for young sovereigns had virtually no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

As Jun Xiaoyao delved deeper into the Panwu Tomb, a mechanical system prompt echoed in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have arrived at the sign-in location: Panwu Tomb. Sign in?"

"Sign in!" Jun Xiaoyao said.