Chapter 182: Clues of the Wuji Star Lord, Qianlong Continent, Dayin Imperial Court, Jun Ying

The protective formation of the Wuji Star Palace was shattered by Jun Xiaoyao's single sword strike.

That starlight shield shattered into countless specks of light, drifting in all directions.

Amid the endless glittering points, Jun Xiaoyao stood in midair, his white robes fluttering, his long sword slanted toward the earth, like an ancient sword immortal descending upon the mortal realm.

All the cultivators of the Wuji Star Palace were stunned.

This was a protective formation even a Saint could hardly breach in a short time!

Yet Jun Xiaoyao had shattered it with a single sword strike.

The two Saints of the Wuji Star Palace both doubted their eyesight.

Seeing this, the Lord of Xuantian Sect and others cheered: "The Divine Son has cleared the way for us! Everyone, attack!"

The Xuantian Sect disciples, along with Dongxuan Elder and others, all launched their attacks.

From the moment the protective formation was breached, the fate of the Wuji Star Palace was sealed.

Even as the dominant power of the Star Continent with countless hidden cards,

to Jun Xiaoyao, none of it mattered.

The annihilation of the sect was left to Xuantian Sect and Dongxuan Elder and others.

Jun Xiaoyao only needed to take one final look to see if the Wuji Star Palace held anything worthy of his attention.

His gaze swept calmly across the surroundings, and all those from the various factions involuntarily lowered their heads.

Even the top prodigies of the Star Continent—Tianxing Sacred Son, Zhao Lie, Chu Hongyi—dared not meet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao alone nearly forced every faction on the entire Star Continent to bow their heads!

Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze.

His act was meant to intimidate.

In the future, Xuantian Sect would be the master of the Star Continent; if any of these factions stirred trouble behind the scenes, they would pay dearly.

And the outcome was without the slightest doubt.

In less than half a day, every single cultivator within the Wuji Star Palace was slaughtered.

Even the few who escaped were of negligible cultivation, utterly insignificant.

"Divine Son, the Wuji Star Palace has been cleansed," Dongxuan Elder and others stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

"Hmm, good," Jun Xiaoyao nodded casually.

The powerful figures from the surrounding factions were filled with icy dread.

In barely half a day, the dominant power of the Star Continent—the Wuji Star Palace—had been utterly destroyed.

And Jun Xiaoyao's tone made it sound so casual, so dismissive.

Destroying the Wuji Star Palace was like stepping on an ant—no ripple at all.

"The heir of an immortal realm power is terrifying," many trembled.

To these immortal heirs, life was as insignificant as a gnat, all beings as ants.

Ten thousand lives perishing before him stirred not the faintest ripple in his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao was as indifferent as heaven itself.

"Check what the Wuji Star Palace has accumulated over the years," Jun Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't miss the chance to plunder.

Yet after searching thoroughly, Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat disappointed.

The Wuji Star Palace held nothing worthy of his attention.

Instead, some dusty ancient texts in the scripture library caught Jun Xiaoyao's interest.

After reviewing them, he found a few clues.

"That Wuji Star Lord actually entered the Ten Realms Rift?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.

Previously, Dongxuan Elder had told him that only those with great fortune and unyielding will could find and enter the Ten Realms Rift.

But considering Wuji Star Lord's legendary exploits, his entry into the Ten Realms Rift wasn't surprising.

Jun Xiaoyao then found further records.

Wuji Star Lord had indeed left behind a Star Palace treasure vault.

And according to the records, Wuji Star Lord had even placed the token needed to enter the Ten Realms Rift inside the Star Palace treasure vault.

"You need a token to enter the Ten Realms Rift?" Jun Xiaoyao asked Dongxuan Elder.

Dongxuan Elder replied: "My lord, the Ten Realms Rift is too mysterious; generally, only those with great fortune can enter."

"But there are indeed some tokens—rumored to have originated from the Spirit Altar—that, once obtained, make entering the Ten Realms Rift easier."

Jun Xiaoyao nodded upon hearing this.

Thus, he must find the Star Palace treasure vault.

Even if for no other reason, just for the token, he would enter once.

But Jun Xiaoyao clearly had no intention of searching for it himself.

He already had a suspicion in mind.

"Star Body, Star Royal Body, Ye Xingyun—you'll help me find the Star Palace treasure vault, won't you?" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile.

He was nearly certain the one who rescued Mo Fan was Ye Xingyun.

And as for why he rescued him,

it must be because Mo Fan was the Star Continent's destiny protagonist; his fortune likely held great value for Ye Xingyun.

"Perhaps the Star Palace treasure vault will surface soon," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

…

Just as the situation on the Star Continent was beginning to stabilize,

in another of the Ten Lower Realms,

this vast, boundless continent was called Qianlong Continent.

The entire Qianlong Continent was divided into four regions: East Land, West Wilderness, South Ridge, and North Plain.

In the most expansive and prosperous East Land stood the supreme power of the entire Qianlong Continent—the Dayin Imperial Court.

The Dayin Imperial Court was not a native force of the Qianlong Continent, but a follower faction of the Jun Clan.

Yet unlike follower factions such as Xuantian Sect,

the Dayin Imperial Court was not only the strongest but also the most dominant and tyrannical.

Upon first descending to the Qianlong Continent, it swept across all directions, seizing over half the continent's territory, its national strength flourishing.

Even during the chaos of the Ten Realms, as the Sin Clan broke free one after another, the Dayin Imperial Court still managed to hold on.

Unlike Xuantian Sect, which teetered on the brink of collapse.

A major reason for this was that some members of the Jun Clan resided within the Dayin Imperial Court.

Of course, not the main lineage of the Jun Clan, but branch-line members or those with diluted bloodlines.

They descended to the lower realms for various reasons and came to the Dayin Imperial Court.

The Dayin Imperial Court's strength grew as these Jun Clan branch-line members joined.

Thus, the Dayin Imperial Court became the foremost of the five follower factions.

The remaining three clans—the Ancient Divine Clan and others—were not on the Qianlong Continent.

At this moment, in a pavilion within the Dayin Imperial Court's palace,

a young girl dressed in a pale purple gauze gown leaned against the railing.

Her features were exquisitely perfect: large, luminous eyes, a peach-red mouth, a slender figure, skin like jade.

She resembled a flawless fairy, naturally radiating an air of nobility.

This aura stemmed from her superior bloodline.

Compared to this girl, the imperial princes and princesses of the Dayin Court all paled in comparison.

At this moment, the girl rested her chin on her hand, gazing blankly at the sky, lost in thought.

"Brother…"

The girl murmured, a hint of melancholy in her voice.

The Ten Realms were in chaos, the Sin Clan rising; the Dayin Imperial Court was now facing crisis and unrest.

Under these circumstances, the girl did not know whether the wish hidden deep in her heart could still be fulfilled.

As the girl's thoughts drifted, a voice filled with nervous hesitation spoke: "Princess Ying'er."

Jun Ying'er turned her head and saw the sixteenth prince, his clothes wrinkled, his expression somewhat dim-witted.

This sixteenth prince was the least remarkable among all the imperial princes and princesses of the Dayin Emperor.

And because he was somewhat slow and foolish, he was often shunned and mocked by the other princes and princesses.

Previously, Jun Ying'er, pitying him, would often chat with him.

Who knew this sixteenth prince had grown attached to her.

"Princess Ying'er, I… I…" Prince Fang Han stammered.

"What is it? Say it," Jun Ying'er, kind-hearted as ever, could not bring herself to dismiss him outright.

"Princess Ying'er, will you be my cultivation partner?" Fang Han hesitated, then summoned the courage to ask.