Chapter 157: The Second Divine Art of the Supreme Bone: Reincarnation Nirvana Light, the Reincarnation Holy Spirit

Ji Qingyi's personality was tranquil and unassuming, transcendent and detached from the world.

Years spent in seclusion at the Human Immortal Sect had imbued her with an otherworldly aura, her mind as still as an ancient well.

Yet now, Ji Qingyi seemed cast down to mortal status, her face filled with shock and disbelief.

Jun Xiaoyao had not merely broken through the forty-ninth level.

He had broken through the fiftieth!

He shattered a record no one before him had ever broken, forging a path no ancient had ever dared to tread!

Though the difference was only one level, its significance was entirely different.

"The fiftieth level—untouchable by all—Jun Xiaoyao has broken through," Ji Qingyi remained lost in thought for a long while.

She had seen countless prodigies and geniuses, yet none had ever stirred even a flicker of surprise in her.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had done it.

He had even accomplished what Ji Qingyi herself could not.

For Ji Qingyi, who had always sailed smoothly, elevated above all, this was a blow.

It felt as if a celestial goddess, revered and worshipped by all beings, suddenly found an Immortal Emperor standing before her.

Before this Immortal Emperor, she felt utterly insignificant, even a faint sense of helplessness rising within her.

This feeling was unbearable.

"Ah, Cousin Xiaoyao is truly extraordinary."

Though Jun Lingcang's eyes were covered in cloth, he saw everything.

This famed first-sequence scion of the Jun Clan could not help but admit that his cousin's abilities far exceeded his expectations.

He had intended to test himself against Jun Xiaoyao in the Heavenly Dao Tower, to prove his strength to Ajiu.

Yet now, he was still outshone by Jun Xiaoyao.

Behind him, Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu, both sequence heirs, were equally stunned and dazed.

They had long resented Jun Xiaoyao for monopolizing the clan's cultivation resources.

Now, gazing upon the radiant Jun Xiaoyao, they had not a single word of complaint left to utter.

Does an outstanding individual deserve more clan resources?

No, he does not.

The fault lies only in their own talents, far inferior to Jun Xiaoyao's—unable to become the pillars of the Jun Clan in the future.

At this moment, Jun Xiyu had completely retracted her earlier opinions of Jun Xiaoyao.

She even began to feel that Jun Xiaoyao seemed more brilliant than Jun Lingcang…

"If the Jun Clan's Divine Son has succeeded in breaking through, why hasn't he emerged yet?"

"Perhaps he's receiving some great inheritance," some prodigies murmured, their eyes filled with envy.

Only the Grand Elder let out a deep sigh.

He understood: Jun Xiaoyao had most likely encountered the remains of the Reincarnation Holy Spirit.

Even as countless outsiders were stunned by Jun Xiaoyao's feat,

within the fiftieth-level space, Jun Xiaoyao, seated on the ground, finally stirred.

His Supreme Bone began emitting black-and-white light.

That was the tangible manifestation of Reincarnation energy.

At one moment, Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes, and deep within their depths, two faint black-and-white divine rays surfaced.

"Second great divine art of the Supreme Bone—Reincarnation Nirvana Light!"

Jun Xiaoyao suddenly rose to his feet; astonishing Reincarnation energy surged from his chest, black-and-white light radiating outward in all directions.

Instantly, the surrounding desert began to change.

A withered sapling on the ground sprouted tender green shoots at an astonishing rate, rapidly growing into a towering tree.

Within a hundred li around Jun Xiaoyao, the entire desert transformed into an oasis.

In the span of a single thought, seas became mountains and mountains became seas!

This was the terrifying power of the Supreme Bone's divine art—Reincarnation Nirvana Light!

Yet it did not end there.

Reincarnation energy was not merely the power of life—it was also the power of death.

As Jun Xiaoyao continued to activate Reincarnation Nirvana Light, the black light swept across, and the towering trees withered, their leaves fell, finally crumbling into dust.

"It bears some resemblance to the Pan Emperor's Age Sword, yet fundamentally different," Jun Xiaoyao mused.

The Pan Emperor's Age Sword wielded the power of time.

This Reincarnation Nirvana Light wielded Reincarnation energy.

Yet their effects were indeed similar.

"Reincarnation Nirvana Light is merely a rudimentary prototype; there must be deeper transformations ahead," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Just as the Heaven's Wrath Light's complete form was the Hand of Heaven.

This Reincarnation Nirvana Light was also only a prototype—it should evolve into a complete great divine art.

Yet even this prototype was already terrifying beyond measure, sufficient to serve as a decisive weapon.

Moreover, the Supreme Bone's Reincarnation energy could be combined with the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist to amplify its power further.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao turned his gaze once more toward the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's remains.

To be honest, Jun Xiaoyao had initially assumed the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's remains would resemble some metallic humanoid form.

But it was nothing like that.

The Reincarnation Holy Spirit's remains looked like an ordinary human—emaciated and withered, as if drained of all moisture.

At that moment, an extremely faint soul ripple suddenly reached him.

"Young friend, you are from the Jun Clan, aren't you…?"

"Hm?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed with surprise.

He saw it—a tiny, flickering point of light, no brighter than a firefly, hovering above the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's remains.

"Is there still a fragment of soul left?" Jun Xiaoyao thought.

He nodded slightly. "Correct. I am Jun Xiaoyao of the Jun Clan."

"I knew it. In our era, the Jun Clan produced a towering figure who overshadowed all immortals in the Immortal Realm."

Even some Great Completion Holy Spirits dared not show their faces, fearing they would be slain and forged into Emperor Treasures by him."

"Oh? There was such a thing?" Jun Xiaoyao was taken aback.

Great Completion Holy Spirits were beings on par with Emperors and Ancient Emperors.

"That Emperor sealed himself as Qitian—the one who rejected Heaven," the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's lingering soul said.

"It was our ancestor, Emperor Qitian, Jun Qitian," Jun Xiaoyao realized.

He was an extraordinary figure indeed.

Legends said his talent was monstrous—he even drew down the Emperor Seal from Heaven; had he accepted it, he could have ascended to Emperorhood without obstruction.

But that extraordinary man simply said:

"The Heaven's coronation is but a burden—I forge my own Dao, and through myriad calamities, I become Immortal!"

He refused the Emperor Seal bestowed upon him by Heaven.

Ultimately, he ascended to Emperorhood through his own strength, extending the Jun Clan's fortune for one hundred thousand years.

The Jun Clan's dominance in the Immortal Realm, its endurance to this day, was not due to one or two individuals—but because each generation produced prodigies like Jun Qitian.

For instance, the previous generation was Jun Xiaoyao's father, the White Robe Divine King, Jun WuHui.

And this generation? Naturally, it is Jun Xiaoyao.

"I have a feeling… that he… has not truly perished," the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's lingering soul suddenly said.

"What?" Jun Xiaoyao was startled.

That extraordinary man was still alive?

Yet upon reflection, given the Jun Clan's depth, it was not impossible that some Emperors still lingered.

After all, the Jun Clan's 18th Ancestor was already a Supreme Power.

What heights had those ranked in the top ten—or even the top few—reached?

The existence of an Emperor would not be surprising.

"Elder, what exactly are you trying to convey?" Jun Xiaoyao asked bluntly.

The Reincarnation Holy Spirit's lingering soul said: "I know that with your talent, you will surely become a core figure of the Jun Clan. I have only one request: in the future, please look after the Holy Spirit Academy."

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

He had not expected the Reincarnation Holy Spirit to make such a request.

"The Great Struggle Era has begun; the worlds are in chaos. That wisp of black mist will drift from the foreign realm—even the Immortal will perish, let alone a mere academy," the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's lingering soul said softly.

At last, Jun Xiaoyao fully understood.

The Reincarnation Holy Spirit's lingering soul had foreseen something.

He did not wish for the Holy Spirit Academy to be destroyed in the tide of time, and so he turned to Jun Xiaoyao for aid.

With Jun Xiaoyao's status and the Jun Clan's depth, offering protection to the Holy Spirit Academy would be no great feat.

But Jun Xiaoyao was no bleeding-heart saint.

He would not do anything for free.

As if sensing Jun Xiaoyao's thoughts, the Reincarnation Holy Spirit's lingering soul said: "Do not worry—I would not ask without offering something in return. This is my final gift."

At the chest of the Lunhuishengling 's remains, a hazy glow emerged.

"This is…" Jun Xiaoyao's expression changed.