Chapter 165: Jun Xiaoyao Sets Out, the Demon God Palace

As time passed, the Ten Lands of the Lower Realm underwent massive changes.

Rumors spread of a prodigy emerging on one continent, suspected to be a Chaos Body, shaking the entire continent.

Know that even in the Immortal Realm, the Chaos Body is a terrifying physique, appearing once every ten thousand years, ranked among the top fifteen of the Three Thousand Physiques.

Yet in this barren Lower Realm, a Chaos Body appeared—leaving a group of Immortal Realm prodigies stunned and shaken.

On another continent, it was rumored that the heir of the Devouring God Demon Art had surfaced, capable of devouring all living things in the world.

Moreover, aberrations from the Immortal Realm, long buried in the Ten Lands, had reappeared; they had lain dormant for countless eons, waiting for this era's chaos to steal the world's fortune and primordial essence.

All these rumors sent shockwaves through the Immortal Realm's prodigies.

Even Immortal Realm prodigies sent to the Lower Realm dared not act carelessly, fearing they might stumble in a ditch.

Another year passed.

In the Huangtian Immortal Realm, the Jun Clan.

More than two years had passed since Jun Xiaoyao's last seclusion.

Jun Xiaoyao was now fourteen years old.

Though young, he looked like a handsome youth of sixteen or seventeen.

His figure was exceptionally tall, his white robes whiter than snow, his aura transcendent and otherworldly, ethereal as a celestial.

During this time, Jun Xiaoyao fully refined one thousand Immortal Sources.

The number of his Great Luo Immortal Bones had reached seventy.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao could clearly feel that the later he advanced, the more Immortal Sources were required to refine each Great Luo Immortal Bone.

Moreover, low-grade Immortal Sources were beginning to fall short of his cultivation needs.

"This Great Luo Immortal Body truly is a bottomless pit," Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes, his dark gaze deep as night stars.

A sense of urgency stirred within him.

He needed to harvest the greens soon.

"Enough. My cultivation has hit a bottleneck—I must descend to the Lower Realm," Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

The bottleneck he spoke of was not one of realm, but of his Immortal Seed.

As long as he found his own path, Jun Xiaoyao could advance without obstruction all the way up.

Not even becoming a Saint would be difficult—becoming a Supreme would be simple.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao emerged from seclusion and sought out Jun Linglong and others to inquire about recent developments.

"Chaos in the Ten Lands? Prodigies defying heaven have appeared? Even Immortal Realm prodigies have been defeated by natives in the Lower Realm?"

Hearing these reports, Jun Xiaoyao was surprised.

It seemed the Ten Heavenly Prodigies were gradually emerging.

Some were male, some female.

Jun Xiaoyao imagined ten lush, green stalks of greens waving toward him.

No time to waste—Jun Xiaoyao was no man to dawdle.

He directly reported to his clan his intention to descend to the Lower Realm.

Jun Zhantian and others prepared some things for him.

This time, Jun Xiaoyao brought only Nine-Lion and Yi Yu.

The other Sequences each had their own opportunities; Jun Xiaoyao had no intention of forcing them to follow him.

After all, people like Jun Jiangjian still bore the Sequence title—they were not his followers.

Soon after, Jun Zhantian arrived with three figures.

One was an old man clad in blue robes.

Another was a middle-aged man in pitch-black battle armor, resembling a demonic god.

The third was a beautiful woman in a palace gown, her skin as white as fat, her figure voluptuous.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at them—all three, even the weakest—the palace-dressed woman—had the cultivation base of a Pre-Saint.

The middle-aged man and the old man were both Saints.

The Lower Realm's heavenly laws could produce no stronger beings than Saints.

Even if a stronger being descended, their power would be suppressed.

Though their cultivation was high, they now bowed respectfully to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Servants, pay homage to the Jun Clan's Divine Son!"

"Grandfather, who are they?" Jun Xiaoyao asked, puzzled.

"Hah! These three were all powerful beings who ascended from the Lower Realm, later recruited and cultivated by our Jun Clan—they know the Lower Realm better than anyone," Jun Zhantian said.

Jun Xiaoyao understood at once.

Compared to guardian elders and clan elders, these ascended experts were far more familiar with the Lower Realm and better suited to assist Jun Xiaoyao.

This alone showed Jun Zhantian's meticulous care—he had been guiding Jun Xiaoyao all along.

"Then I rely on you all," Jun Xiaoyao bowed slightly.

"Divine Son, you are too kind," the three experts bowed in return.

After preparations, the Jun Clan forcibly tore open the dimensional barrier with great power.

Of course, the cost was immense—but for Jun Xiaoyao, the Jun Clan would pay anything.

At the same moment,

The Ye Clan also prepared to send a group of prodigies to the Lower Realm, including Ye Xingyun.

"I have a feeling—in the Lower Realm, I will not only gain great fortune, but also powerful allies, and build my own power!" Ye Xingyun's eyes blazed.

This was his best chance to surpass Jun Xiaoyao!

On another front, the Buddha Son Fǎhǎi of Little Western Heaven was also descending.

"Amitabha, my fortune lies in the Lower Realm. There, I shall convert all beings into believers, gathering the power of collective faith."

"I refuse to believe I cannot defeat Jun Xiaoyao this way!"

As Fǎhǎi spoke, demonic light flickered in his eyes.

In the Panwu Divine Dynasty's Guanhou Mansion, Yang Pan was also descending.

"With my fortune, who in the Lower Realm can stop me?" Yang Pan began to swell with arrogance again.

The rain had passed, the sky had cleared—he felt capable once more.

…

In an ancient primordial demon mountain, a soft, bone-melting voice echoed.

"Yan Rumeng, descend to the Lower Realm and guide the Heavenly Demon King Clan's Crown Prince upward."

"When the Jun Clan suppressed the Ten Ancient Clans, they drove the Heavenly Demon King Clan down to the Lower Realm. Yet now, they have produced a prodigy with bloodline regression—possessing the blood of a Demon God."

"He is vital to our Demon God Palace."

"Yes, Yan Rumeng obeys the Little Demon Empress's command."

A stunningly beautiful woman, her body graceful, her face flawless, appeared.

She wore a pink dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her skin snow-white, her legs long and slender.

Yan Rumeng, the Divine Daughter of the Demon God Palace, was an undeniable presence even in the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

"I hope I don't run into the Jun Clan's Divine Son—if I do, guiding the Heavenly Demon Prince upward will be difficult…" Yan Rumeng rubbed her temples, troubled.

As the Huangtian Immortal Realm stirred with upheaval,

In the Lower Realm, Tianxuan Continent, Dongxuan Region, before an ancient spiritual mountain,

A highly anticipated challenge drew the gaze of all.

The reason this battle attracted so much attention was that both combatants carried legendary reputations.

One was the heavenly daughter of the reclusive Nalan Clan of Dongxuan Region.

The other was the young master of a minor family from a third-rate small kingdom.

Originally, this should have been a one-sided battle.

Yet today, over one hundred thousand spectators had gathered.

Among them were other reclusive clans, super dynasties, and transcendent holy sites.

Heirs of many great powers had arrived, awaiting the battle's start.

The reason was simple: the young master of the minor family, Lin Feng, had become the top prodigy of Dongxuan Region, his name echoing far and wide.

From waste to genius, Lin Feng had achieved this transformation in just one year.

Even fools knew Lin Feng had obtained some astonishing fortune.

Yet no power dared lay hands on Lin Feng.

Why?

Because Lin Feng had the backing of a power descended from the Immortal Realm!

This lineage had even sent powerful figures down to the Lower Realm, striking fear into all eight directions.

Thus, no power dared provoke Lin Feng.

Now, under the gaze of countless eyes, a young man in blue robes stood in midair, his clear, resolute face radiating coldness.

"Nalan Ruoxi, come out!"