Chapter 120: Sign-In Seven-Star Reward: Pan Huang Suiyue Sword, Mysterious Fallen Sacred Body!

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have received the Seven-Star reward: Pan Huang Suiyue Sword!"

As the system's voice faded, the void before Jun Xiaoyao was suddenly torn open.

Immediately, an ancient sword radiating archaic charm appeared before Jun Xiaoyao.

This ancient sword resembled the one Jun Xiaoyao had previously seen on Yang Pan.

Yet that Pan Huang Shengling Sword was suffused with the aura of all living beings, its blade engraved with countless souls.

This Pan Huang Suiyue Sword, however, flowed entirely with the ancient, distant essence of time.

Engraved upon its blade were the cycles of sun and moon, the changing of seasons, the rotation of stars, and the passage of years.

Merely glancing at it gave one a sense of profound antiquity.

"Fascinating. I never expected to obtain one of the Three Pan Huang Swords."

Even with Jun Xiaoyao's calm and composed nature, he could not help but reveal a rare hint of delight.

Although the sign-in rewards were random, sometimes they seemed loosely tied to the sign-in location.

Yet there was no discernible pattern to it.

Regardless, obtaining a Seven-Star reward—especially the Pan Huang Suiyue Sword—was an unexpected boon for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Did I evolve from a non-Ou to an Ou god?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Last time, when he signed in at the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom's imperial palace, he had only received a Four-Star reward.

With a slight shake of his head, Jun Xiaoyao reached out and grasped the Pan Huang Suiyue Sword.

Instantly, he felt a flow of temporal power.

His entire arm felt as if it were aging within time itself.

At that moment, the twenty Luo Immortal Bones within his arm glowed, resisting the erosion of this temporal force.

"Interesting. Others who obtain this Pan Huang Suiyue Sword would struggle to wield it even for a moment." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Temporal power is profoundly mysterious and terrifying.

Anyone ordinary who approached this sword would likely age and wither instantly.

Only powerful cultivators could withstand it through sheer strength.

Jun Xiaoyao subtly shifted his intent, wielding the Pan Huang Suiyue Sword and casually slashing it toward the bronze golems behind him.

Instantly, a semi-phantom blade slash swept through—the bronze golems began to rot, decay, and crumbled into piles of copper rust.

"Indeed very powerful." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Even at his current realm, he could not unleash much of the Pan Huang Suiyue Sword's true power.

Yet even this casual strike carried immense destructive force.

Suddenly, his Supreme Bone within his chest trembled again, as if resonating with something.

"The Supreme Bone is active again. Last time, it was because of the Wheel of Reincarnation Gold." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

If so, his Supreme Bone's next ability may be related to temporal and reincarnation forces.

"I should find time to visit the Sacred Spirit Academy and investigate whether the Reincarnation Sacred Spirit can trigger my Supreme Bone's evolution." Jun Xiaoyao muttered.

He stored the Pan Huang Suiyue Sword within his spatial magic artifact.

"If the Pan Wu Divine Lord knew I obtained the Pan Huang Suiyue Sword simply by signing in, he'd probably spit blood." Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help smiling.

Currently, the Pan Huang Shengling Sword is in Yang Pan's hands.

The Pan Huang Suiyue Sword is in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

Only the Pan Huang Xukong Sword remains.

"No rush. I kept Yang Pan alive precisely to make him my laborer, searching for the Pan Huang Xukong Sword—then I'll just take it from him."

Jun Xiaoyao had planned ahead meticulously.

Yang Pan's only value alive was to help him find the final Pan Huang Xukong Sword.

The Pan Wu Divine Lord clearly held the same idea.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind—he intended to claim what he wanted, and no one could take it from him.

"Just this Pan Huang Suiyue Sword makes the trip worthwhile." Jun Xiaoyao continued forward.

Even if he ultimately failed to find the opportunity for his Ancient Sacred Body's evolution, he had no regrets.

One sword was enough to repay the cost.

After escaping the bronze golems, Jun Xiaoyao pressed deeper into the Pan Wu Mausoleum.

Ancient palaces were coated in thick layers of dust.

Most of these halls were empty.

Clearly, all the opportunities within had long been stripped away by the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty.

As for the occasional leftover Sacred Pills, Treasure Herbs, Holy Herbs, or Royal Weapons, Jun Xiaoyao paid them no mind.

At that moment, a peculiar palace suddenly appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's vision.

The palace stood in the deepest, most secluded corner of the Pan Wu Mausoleum, surrounded by piles of wild grass.

Chains even encircled the area, as if to prevent anyone from approaching.

"Huh... that's..."

In most places within the Pan Wu Mausoleum, traces of past explorers were visible.

Yet this palace alone showed no sign of human presence.

Moreover, a crimson mist seemed to swirl around it.

What intrigued Jun Xiaoyao was not only the palace's oddity.

More so, his Ancient Sacred Body had faintly reacted.

Jun Xiaoyao's resolve solidified—he stepped forward directly.

He pushed open the palace door; inside was utter darkness.

Gales of cold wind blew forth—any ordinary person would have been paralyzed with fear, but Jun Xiaoyao remained calm.

His Ancient Sacred Body suppressed all demonic, ghostly, and dark forces—he had nothing to fear.

At that moment, from the depths of darkness came the clanking of chains.

It felt as if something bound by chains had begun to move.

"Hmm?" As Jun Xiaoyao focused his attention.

A crimson fist aura exploded toward him from the darkness.

Accompanying it was a bestial roar.

"What the hell?"

Jun Xiaoyao thrust his right arm forward—the twenty Luo Immortal Bones glowed, radiating a divine aura that clashed with the crimson fist.

BOOM!

The shockwave shook the entire palace.

Under the glow of the Luo Immortal Bones, he clearly saw the figure before him.

It was a wild, long-haired figure, its hair dragging on the ground.

Its crimson eyes blazed with chaos and frenzy.

But what concerned Jun Xiaoyao was not the figure's appearance—it was its body type.

It, too, was an Ancient Sacred Body!

THUD!

After the clash, both Jun Xiaoyao and the wild figure recoiled.

Jun Xiaoyao's arm went numb.

"If not for the Luo Immortal Bones and the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Technique, the outcome might have been uncertain." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze grew grave.

Within the sealed palace deep in the Pan Wu Mausoleum,

how could an Ancient Sacred Body appear?

And not just any Ancient Sacred Body.

This Ancient Sacred Body seemed modified, transformed—into a Fallen Sacred Body.

Yes, a Fallen Sacred Body.

The bloodline of a Sacred Body is always radiant and divine gold; this Fallen Sacred Body's bloodline was an ominous dark red.

"This Fallen Sacred Body is certainly not Emperor Pan Wu—then who is it?"

Jun Xiaoyao's mind was filled with confusion.