Chapter 156: Remains of the Reincarnation Sacred Spirit, Enlightenment of Reincarnation

In her estimation, the forty-ninth level was already the limit.

As for the fiftieth level, Ji Qingyi had never even considered it.

Jun Xiaoyao reaching the forty-ninth level did not surprise Ji Qingyi overly much.

Merely the silhouette of the figure with its back to all living beings that Jun Xiaoyao had manifested earlier was enough to prove his talent and strength.

"I, Qingyi, cannot fall behind others," Ji Qingyi said with firm resolve.

Though she was a woman, and her disposition transcended worldly concerns, like a celestial immortal.

Yet she still possessed a competitive heart.

After all, in this age of fierce competition, only by outstripping others could one hope to attain the Dao.

Ji Qingyi, too, harbored the aspiration to attain the Dao.

She swept her jade hand forward, manifesting the Immortal Sect's divine technique—the Immortal Seal—and pressed it down upon the shadow.

While all the prodigies within the Heavenly Dao Tower were striving to reach the forty-ninth level.

Jun Xiaoyao had already cleared it.

He looked ahead and suddenly saw an ancient figure emerge from the distant desert.

The figure wore a coarse linen robe, shrouding a withered frame.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed, and he surged forward.

Yet the closer he drew to that lifeless figure, the greater the pressure he felt.

At the same time, a peculiar force of reincarnation spread through the air.

With every step Jun Xiaoyao took, the reincarnation force grew denser.

Jun Xiaoyao also realized his life essence was rapidly draining.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao finally understood why this space manifested as a desert.

For beneath reincarnation, all things wither and crumble.

Had anyone else been here, they would have collapsed within a few steps, their blood and qi decaying, their hair turning white.

But Jun Xiaoyao was different—he was the Primal Ancient Holy Body, whose blood and qi were never lacking.

One could say even a young true dragon's blood might not surpass his.

One step…

Two steps…

Three steps…

The closer he drew, the denser the reincarnation force became, until it multiplied exponentially.

"Is this the power of a Sacred Spirit? Even reduced to mere remains, it forbids approach," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He knew the original body of this Sacred Spirit had been the Golden Reincarnation Dao.

Yet the sheer terror of the reincarnation force still radiating after death was beyond what he had anticipated.

In the end, Jun Xiaoyao stood only dozens of zhang from the remains.

The reincarnation force here had reached its peak density.

Any other prodigy—Ji Qingyi, Jun Lingcang—would have been unable to endure it, aging rapidly.

"No, this isn't right—the fiftieth level's trial isn't over!" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly realized.

The fiftieth level still held one final trial: confronting this reincarnation force.

But reincarnation force was not something easily countered.

Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

Suddenly, he noticed a withered sapling on the ground.

He had seen it before, when he first entered this level.

"Reincarnation… rebirth… extinction… endless renewal…" Jun Xiaoyao murmured, lost in thought.

He sat cross-legged on the spot and began to contemplate.

Jun Xiaoyao's talent was unquestionable—even without the system's aid, he was peerless in this age.

He could comprehend any Jun Clan divine technique with a single glance.

Now, inspired, he began to contemplate deeply.

"Reincarnation is not mere death. To be born from death, to renew endlessly—that is the true essence of reincarnation."

Jun Xiaoyao sank into enlightenment.

The Supreme Bone in his chest began radiating brilliant light.

The dense reincarnation force around him gathered like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, converging upon the Supreme Bone.

Yinyuejian ， Fangfuyouyizhongkongbudedashentong ， Zhengzaiqizhongyunniang 。

At this moment, upon the withered remains clad in the linen robe, a faint glow like a firefly emerged, carrying a subtle soul resonance.

"Is this a descendant of his lineage? Truly, an astonishing talent—terrifyingly so…"

The resonance came from that flickering soul-light.

Time passed.

One by one, prodigies within the Heavenly Dao Tower were teleported out after failing their trials.

Not everyone could clear the tower with the unstoppable momentum Jun Xiaoyao had shown.

The Yin-Yang Sect's heir, Xia Lan, Hua Xiqing, and others halted at the thirty-eighth or thirty-ninth level.

Ordinarily, this achievement would be quite impressive.

After all, in past openings of the Heavenly Dao Tower, few prodigies had ever reached the fortieth level.

Yet this time, the Grand Elder could not feel the slightest joy.

Never mind Jun Xiaoyao, that anomaly.

Other Jun Clan sequencers, Jin Chixiaopeng, Ye Xingyun, the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son—all performed brilliantly.

Even the weakest Jun Clan member, Jun Linglong, matched the Yin-Yang Sect's heir and others on equal footing.

The other sequencers had all clearly reached the fortieth level.

In contrast, the Academy's Holy Sons and Holy Daughters looked embarrassingly inadequate.

When the Yin-Yang Sect's heir and others strode out, radiant with pride, and saw Jun Xiaoyao atop the tower.

Their expressions froze in stunned disbelief.

Afterwards, the Yin-Yang Sect's heir and Xia Lan's Dao hearts suffered fatal blows, shattered beyond repair.

Hua Xiqing and Lingmou revealed unprecedented reverence.

"The Jun Clan's Divine Son is truly a celestial being—he has achieved the impossible."

Thinking of Jun Xiaoyao's promise to discuss the Dao with her, Hua Xiqing could barely contain her excitement.

When Jin Chixiaopeng, Ye Xingyun, and Fahai emerged, before they could even boast of their achievements, they saw the cruel truth.

"How is this possible?" Jin Chixiaopeng's heart churned; he began doubting his very existence.

He had thought he might rival Jun Xiaoyao—yet now, the man had shattered an ancient record.

This outcome was unbearable to him.

Jin Chixiaopeng had cleared the forty-fifth level—an astonishing feat—but compared to Jun Xiaoyao, he was nothing.

Ye Xingyun and Fahai felt the same.

Their faces turned rigid, black as soot.

A sense of helplessness spread through them.

Within the Heavenly Dao Tower, the most watched figures were naturally Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi.

One was the Rebirth Eye, the Jun Clan's top sequencer.

The other was the Ji Clan's Divine Daughter, the Immortal Sect's Holy Maiden.

Had Jun Xiaoyao not preceded them, they would have been the brightest stars of today.

To everyone's astonishment, both Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi had surpassed the forty-eighth level and reached the forty-ninth.

"The Jun Clan's top sequencer is truly extraordinary."

"Indeed—how enviable the Jun Clan is, producing so many geniuses."

"Ji Clan's Divine Daughter's talent is equally astonishing—can they break through to the fiftieth level?"

"I doubt it. Not everyone can match the Jun Clan's Divine Son—he is an anomaly."

As the crowd murmured, the results were confirmed.

They had indeed halted at the forty-ninth level.

Yet even so, this achievement was astonishing, proving they both possessed peerless potential among their generation.

"Pity…"

Jun Lingcang stepped out of the Heavenly Dao Tower, hands behind his back, his eyes still veiled.

Yet all could sense his aura had grown stronger.

Within the Heavenly Dao Tower, Jun Lingcang had gained a boon—his Rebirth Eyes had undergone profound transformation.

On the other side, Ji Qingyi stepped out with light, lotus-like steps.

She shook her head slightly and murmured, "That masked girl is truly powerful and mysterious—defeating her is too difficult."

Then Ji Qingyi recalled the strange phenomenon within the Heavenly Dao Tower.

"Could Jun Xiaoyao have truly passed the forty-ninth level?" She unconsciously lifted her gaze.

At the sight, her jade features revealed rare shock, as if her soul had been stolen away.

"Fifty floors?" Ji Qingyi couldn't help covering her red lips with her jade hand.