Chapter 145: The Yi Clan and the Sun God Mountain, Yi Yu

Although Jun Xiaoyao's own background was exceedingly transcendent,

he never underestimated the ancient imperial clans.

Moreover, Yi Yu was clearly the most core heir of the Yi Clan.

"Why did you end up in the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yu's eyes filled with intense hatred.

"It's all because of the ancient imperial clan of the Xuantian Immortal Realm—the Sun God Mountain!" Yi Yu said coldly.

Then, he briefly recounted his experiences and events to Jun Xiaoyao in full detail.

In the Xuantian Immortal Realm, there was a top-tier ancient imperial clan known as the Sun God Mountain.

They were all of the Jin Wu lineage.

Long ago, the Yi Clan had produced a prodigious supreme ruler.

In his era, the Sun God Mountain brought chaos to the Xuantian Immortal Realm; ten Jin Wu supreme rulers hovered above the heavens, bringing drought and death to all humanity in the Xuantian Immortal Realm.

Then, that Yi Clan supreme ruler swore to attain the Dao.

He ultimately succeeded in becoming an Emperor and used his Dao-attaining imperial weapon, the Hou Yi Bow, to fire nine arrows in succession, instantly slaying nine Jin Wu supreme rulers.

Thus, the human catastrophe ended.

But from then on, the Yi Clan and the Sun God Mountain became locked in a blood feud.

In recent eras, the Yi Clan gradually declined, and even their imperial weapon, the Hou Yi Bow, vanished without a trace.

The Sun God Mountain seized the opportunity to retaliate.

What followed was a vast, immortal war that shook the entire Xuantian Immortal Realm.

Yet in the end, the weakened Yi Clan could not resist the Sun God Mountain and was utterly defeated.

Most of their powerful elders perished or were wounded; only a few escaped.

Yi Yu possessed an extremely pure Yi Divine bloodline and was the Yi Clan's most outstanding prodigy.

He was chosen as a seed and smuggled out, but the Sun God Mountain discovered this and sent powerful cultivators to assassinate him.

After countless twists and turns, only Yi Yu remained, gravely wounded and drifting into the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm, where he was captured and enslaved.

This was Yi Yu's story.

After speaking, bloodshot veins spread through his golden pupils, his heart ablaze with uncontainable rage.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed slightly.

Though brief, his account seemed like an epic scroll of the Yi Clan's war against the Sun God Mountain.

And Jun Xiaoyao now understood why Yi Yu harbored such hatred toward Jin Chixiaopeng.

It was merely hatred extended by association.

"I understand your situation now—you possess not only the Yi Divine bloodline, but your eyes and immortal seed are also extraordinary," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yi Yu nodded: "My eyes are the Breakthrough Golden Gaze; paired with my archery, they allow me to better discern my enemies' weaknesses."

"My immortal seed is the Sun True Seed, passed down by my clan."

"What a cheat…" Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help mentally grumbling.

The old saying that archers are always cheats was indeed true.

Even Xiao Chen and Yang Pan's cheats weren't as powerful as Yi Yu's.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao thought further.

Did he even have the right to call others cheats?

After all, wasn't he himself the ultimate cheat?

Thinking this, Jun Xiaoyao felt at ease and said: "Then, will you pledge your allegiance to me, this Divine Son?"

Jun Xiaoyao spoke not out of sudden impulse.

Yi Yu's talent and strength truly qualified him to become his follower.

He had merged his immortal seed with the Dao, possessed the Breakthrough Golden Gaze, and carried the Yi Divine bloodline.

Merely by virtue of this bloodline, Yi Yu's future achievements would not be low—he should at least become a supreme ruler.

Whether he could attain the Dao would depend on his destiny.

Moreover, Yi Yu was a man of fortune.

His clan destroyed, burdened with a blood feud, he escaped alone and now sought revenge.

He was unmistakably a protagonist.

Unlike Xiao Chen, Yang Pan, and others.

Yi Yu was under Jun Xiaoyao's control.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yu hesitated for a moment.

Jun Xiaoyao was not annoyed.

Yi Yu was an heir of an ancient imperial clan, possessing his own pride.

If he had agreed immediately, Jun Xiaoyao would have suspected ulterior motives.

Yi Yu struggled for a moment, then gazed at Jun Xiaoyao, who stood enveloped in divine radiance like a celestial immortal.

"May I ask your name, Young Master?" Yi Yu asked.

"Jun Clan of the Desolate Ancient Era—Jun Xiaoyao," Jun Xiaoyao replied casually.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yu froze, his eyes wide, his heart surging with shock.

"The Jun Clan… could it truly be that Jun Clan…?" His heart trembled.

The Jun Clan's dominance extended far beyond the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm.

If Jun Xiaoyao's words were true, then even following him would not be shameful—it would be an honor!

"The elders of my clan once said: if any force could truly uproot an ancient imperial clan, it could only be the Jun Clan!" Yi Yu's spirit trembled.

His fortune had indeed been good.

"Yi Yu pledges allegiance to Young Master Jun!" Yi Yu bowed, kneeling on one knee.

An heir of an ancient imperial clan knelt willingly before Jun Xiaoyao, pledging loyalty to him!

If this became known, it would shock countless others.

For some prodigies, even Yi Yu's status surpassed theirs.

Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat surprised by Yi Yu's sudden resolve.

Yet he could see Yi Yu's devotion was genuine.

"Very well. Since you've become my follower, I have only one demand: loyalty. Understood?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Young Master, rest assured—if I ever harbor betrayal, may heaven punish me, may my Dao heart shatter!" Yi Yu swore solemnly.

"Good. It's settled. Also…" Jun Xiaoyao paused slightly, then said,

"If I have time in the future, I won't mind paying a visit to the Xuantian Immortal Realm."

"I've tasted dragon meat. I've yet to try Jin Wu meat."

Jun Xiaoyao's tone was utterly calm, as if speaking of the simplest matter.

Yi Yu trembled with excitement.

"Young Master's grace—I will never forget!"

"Enough. Rest now. Take these resources," Jun Xiaoyao handed Yi Yu a space ring.

Though it contained no immortal sources or immortal herbs of the highest grade,

it held sacred herbs, supreme divine sources, and all other essentials.

Since Yi Yu had become a follower, he must not be neglected.

Moreover, these resources meant nothing to Jun Xiaoyao—mere specks of dust.

"Thank you, Young Master!" Yi Yu bowed.

Since becoming a slave, he had possessed no resources whatsoever—not even a single ordinary source stone, let alone supreme divine sources.

With these resources, Yi Yu could rapidly grow stronger and restore his peak state.

After Yi Yu withdrew, Jun Xiaoyao took out immortal sources and began to cultivate.

This trip to the Dueling Society had yielded considerable gains.

Not only had he gained an imperial clan heir as a follower, but also over six hundred immortal sources.

"The Heavenly Dao Tower is about to open—I'm already looking forward to it," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

…

As time passed, the day of the Heavenly Dao Tower's opening finally arrived.

The entire Sacred Spirit City erupted like boiling water; countless figures surged toward the Sacred Spirit Academy.

A golden divine bird took flight, its feathers sharp as blades—it was Jin Chixiaopeng.

A river of stars descended from the horizon; Ye Xingyun stepped forward, eyes brimming with confident determination—he sought the opportunity to awaken his memories.

Before a crowded street, a handsome young monk walked with a retinue of followers: beautiful women and powerful prodigies.

All had been converted by Fa Hai into devoted believers.

"Amitabha. My destiny lies within the Heavenly Dao Tower," Fa Hai smiled faintly.

At this moment, above Sacred Spirit City,

a twelve-petaled white lotus drifted from afar, upon which sat a slender, veiled figure in green robes, shrouded in brilliant divine radiance.

A voice as melodious as a nightingale's song drifted gently forth.

"Jun Clan's Divine Son… will you bring Qing Yi any surprises?"