Chapter 177: The Tragedy of Profound Heaven Sect, Jun Xiaoyao

A roaring voice filled with slaughter echoed through the mountains.

Upon hearing this voice, all of Profound Heaven Sect's members turned pale.

They had not expected the Golden Horn Clan and Silver Horn Clan to arrive so swiftly.

"Damn it, there must be a powerful figure from Wuji Star Palace guiding them—they're native to the Star Continent and know it better than anyone." A Profound Heaven Sect elder growled in fury.

Had it been only the Golden Horn Clan and Silver Horn Clan, they could never have found their trail so quickly.

The only possibility was that Wuji Star Palace forces had been secretly tracking them.

Wuji Star Palace had rooted itself on the Star Continent for countless years and understood every inch of it.

Tracking their movements would be child's play.

Outside the mountains, countless experts of the Golden Horn Clan and Silver Horn Clan stood upon the void.

As far as the eye could see, they were as dense as locust swarms, blanketing the heavens.

Elsewhere in the sky, another group of powerful figures clad in star-patterned robes appeared.

By now, they no longer even bothered to conceal themselves—they openly revealed their identity as Wuji Star Palace members.

Among them, Mo Fan, draped in a purple star robe, stood at the center.

He was tall and slender, his features originally ordinary.

But since he had been struck by lightning and fused with the Star Child,

Mo Fan's appearance had grown increasingly handsome, increasingly refined.

It felt as though the Star Child had subtly reshaped him.

Moreover, his cultivation base had risen steadily, reaching the Unity Realm.

His next step was to fuse the Dao Seed.

Mo Fan was exceedingly cautious about this.

He vaguely sensed the Star Child was not his full fortune.

In his memory lingered a magnificent, boundless Star Palace.

The towering figure standing beneath it stirred in Mo Fan a faint sense of awe.

Mo Fan disliked this feeling.

"No one will ever tower over me, Mo Fan. This Profound Heaven Sect is proof." Mo Fan thought darkly.

He gazed toward the mountains, his starlike eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He felt no affection for the sect that had sheltered and nurtured him—he now only wished to see it destroyed!

Moments later, a small group of figures rose from deep within the forest—it was the Profound Heaven Sect Lord and others.

They knew hiding further was useless; better to face them head-on.

"Hehe, Old Man of Profound Heaven, you've finally shown yourself." From the ranks of the Golden Horn Clan, a powerful figure whose aura reached the Saint Realm stepped forward.

One golden horn atop his head writhed with runes; his body was covered in golden scales.

He was the Golden Horn King, the strongest of the Golden Horn Clan.

From the Silver Horn Clan stepped forth a being whose aura rivaled the Golden Horn King—the Silver Horn King.

"Our two clans have been suppressed by your Profound Heaven Sect for countless years—today, we shall destroy you with our own hands!" the Silver Horn King said with icy venom.

The Profound Heaven Sect Lord ignored both clans.

After all, they were mortal enemies.

He turned to the Wuji Star Palace contingent and said coldly: "Will you Wuji Star Palace not fear retribution from the Ancient Jun Clan of the Immortal Realm?"

At the Profound Heaven Sect Lord's words, many Wuji Star Palace powerful figures subtly changed their expressions.

Born in the lower realm, they did not fully grasp the Jun Clan's strength.

But they had heard the name of the Ancient Clan.

More importantly, even a powerful sect like Profound Heaven Sect was merely one of countless subordinate factions under the Jun Clan.

The Jun Clan's might was evident.

For Wuji Star Palace to oppose the Jun Clan was like an egg challenging a rock—foolish beyond measure.

Yet the Golden Horn King sneered: "In the Immortal Realm, the Ancient Jun Clan does not hold absolute dominion. The Ancient Imperial Clans and other ancient races can certainly stand against the Jun Clan—we can simply pledge allegiance to them."

The Golden Horn Clan and Silver Horn Clan dared rebel precisely because they had ancient races as their backers.

The Wuji Star Palace members breathed a sigh of relief.

They sought nothing from the Immortal Realm—they only wished to reassert dominance over the Star Continent and restore the glory of Wuji Star Sovereign.

They were desperately searching for anyone connected to Wuji Star Sovereign.

Mo Fan was one of the key pieces they had found.

"You will regret this," the Profound Heaven Sect Lord said, gazing deeply at the Wuji Star Palace contingent.

He believed that if the Jun Clan learned of this, they would utterly annihilate Wuji Star Palace without mercy.

"Enough. Is this your last words? Then die." The Golden Horn King moved.

He raised a golden curved blade and slashed—a golden blade aura shook the heavens, cleaving the void into two halves.

With the strength of a Saint, one could easily shatter space in the lower realm.

The Silver Horn King struck simultaneously; Saint-level energy rippled, shattering the air ahead.

The rest of both clans surged forward together.

On this side, the remaining Profound Heaven Sect powerful figures roared in fury, their eyes blazing with a resolve to die.

They knew today they could not escape death.

But if they could kill even one or two more of the guilty clans before dying, it would be worth it.

Suppressing the guilty clans was a mission etched into every Profound Heaven Sect member's bones.

This mission was their vow to their Lord, the Jun Clan!

"Whether our Lord, the Jun Clan, has abandoned us or not, we must slay the guilty clans, draining our last drop of blood!"

"Yes! Profound Heaven Sect will never betray our Lord, the Jun Clan!"

One after another, the Profound Heaven Sect powerful figures screamed in grief and fury.

Some mortally wounded Profound Heaven Sect elders chose outright self-destruction, taking surrounding guilty clan members with them.

Watching this profoundly tragic scene, many young Profound Heaven Sect disciples' eyes turned red.

Even the Profound Heaven Sect Lord trembled slightly.

Profound Heaven Sect had drained its last drop of blood for its Lord, the Jun Clan!

They had not betrayed their Lord, the Jun Clan!

And at that moment, the Wuji Star Palace contingent finally prepared to act.

Among them were Saints.

Seeing Wuji Star Palace about to intervene, a female Profound Heaven Sect disciple's beautiful eyes filled with unprecedented despair.

"Is there truly no way out?" the disciple wept.

The Profound Heaven Sect Lord and others tightened their hearts.

If Wuji Star Palace intervened, Profound Heaven Sect would surely face total annihilation!

"It's over… Profound Heaven Sect…" Mo Fan murmured, a smug smile curling on his lips.

Yet at that very instant,

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

The flow of time itself seemed to slow.

Far in the distance, an indescribably vast sword light slashed through the heavens for one hundred thousand li, sweeping toward the Wuji Star Palace contingent!

One sword, the cosmos overturned!

One sword, the heavens split!

One sword, as if severing time, cutting off ten thousand eons!

A figure in white robes, peerless and transcendent as a celestial, wielded an ancient sword steeped in the aura of time, unleashing a sword light that severed heaven and earth!

The Disciples of the Pan Emperor's Time, combined with the Slaying Immortal Sword Art!

One peerless sword!

The piercing sword light, carrying boundless temporal power, swept outward!

As this sword swept, a vast area of the Wuji Star Palace contingent was instantly cleared!

Many Wuji Star Palace experts vanished in an instant, reduced to dust by the sword light of time, scattering across heaven and earth!

All who remained of Wuji Star Palace stood frozen, as if stunned—souls trembling from that single sword strike!

As the sword light that cleaved heaven and earth passed, a voice filled with endless coldness rang out:

"This sword—was my Jun Clan's for Profound Heaven Sect!"