Chapter 192: Relic of the Spirit Altar, the Ye Family

Because Jun Xiaoyao intended to forge a path uniquely his own.

And this path was clearly not easy to carve.

The energy required would certainly be immense.

So Jun Xiaoyao had to prepare in advance.

He believed the world's primordial source might be the most useful aid—and the more, the better.

Now, he already possessed the primordial source of the Star Continent, as well as a portion of the primordial source of the Tianxuan Continent.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao planned to harvest Lin Feng.

After so much time had passed, Lin Feng should have acquired the remaining primordial source of the Tianxuan Continent.

After obtaining the primordial source of the Star Continent, this hall seemed to hold nothing else of value.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze settled on the remains of Wuji Star Lord.

It was his own corpse from a past life, covered in scars, seated solemnly upon the throne.

He looked more like a ruthless warlord.

Had he not encountered Jun Xiaoyao, he might truly have succeeded in rebirth.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, glanced at Wuji Star Lord's remains, his expression thoughtful, then reached out his hand.

"No way, Master? You're going to grope a corpse?" Nine-Headed Lion gasped.

Jun Xiaoyao was truly a ruthless bastard!

He wouldn't miss even the chance to touch a corpse.

After fumbling for a while, Jun Xiaoyao withdrew his hand, now holding a sachet.

Yes, just a sachet.

And it emitted a faint, lingering fragrance.

"Holy shit, Wuji Star Lord was a fop? He used a woman's sachet?" All nine heads of Nine-Headed Lion wore expressions of shock.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and shook his head. "This isn't Wuji Star Lord's personal item—it's a token."

"A token?" Nine-Headed Lion tilted his head.

"A token to enter the Ten Realms Rift," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Previously, Dongxuan Ancestor had told him that besides those with great fortune and unyielding will, one could enter the Ten Realms Rift through a token.

The Spirit Altar within the Ten Realms Rift had once drawn countless ancient geniuses seeking to validate their Dao and forge unprecedented paths.

But the vast majority perished.

After their deaths, they inevitably left behind relics tainted by the Spirit Altar's aura, which eventually spread beyond.

External prodigies could use the aura of these tokens to locate the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift.

This sachet, clearly, was left behind by a female genius.

After stowing the sachet, Jun Xiaoyao prepared to leave.

He had acquired thousands of star cores, six Star-Shattering Divine Puppets, the primordial source of the Star Continent, and the token to enter the Ten Realms Rift.

As for the Star-Annihilating Bow, he had given it to Yi Yu.

The remaining treasures of the Star Palace held no interest for Jun Xiaoyao.

But he didn't waste them—he ordered Yi Yu and Nine-Headed Lion to keep them.

They could later serve as resources for the Profound Heaven Sect.

After ransacking everything, Jun Xiaoyao and his party exited the Star Palace and left the Dark Domain.

The moment Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of the Dark Domain,

a terrifying aura erupted violently, brimming with supreme fury.

Three figures stood upon the void.

All three radiated powerful Pre-Saint energy.

"Heavens, three Pre-Saints?" Some cultivators who barely escaped the Dark Domain turned pale with dread.

Where had these three Pre-Saints come from?

"Wait—they're targeting Jun Xiaoyao!" Some cultivators noticed.

The three Pre-Saints' gazes were locked entirely on Jun Xiaoyao.

"Young Master…" Chu Hongyi, stepping out of the Star Palace, her eyes narrowed with concern.

Without Jun Xiaoyao's casual aid, she could never have survived the Star Palace's treasure vault.

So seeing him in danger, she naturally worried.

Jun Xiaoyao himself remained calm.

He lifted his eyelids and spoke with utter indifference: "The three Pre-Saints of the Ye family—what do you want?"

Jun Xiaoyao had long suspected that Ye Xingyun's descent to the mortal realm would not occur without a guardian.

But due to the Dark Domain's restrictions, the guardian could not enter even a step.

Among the three Pre-Saints, the old man with goat-like whiskers in the center stepped forward.

Jun Xiaoyao recognized him—he was Fu Bo, Ye Xingyun's old servant.

"Young Master Jun, Master Xingyun's soul lamp has gone out," Fu Bo said, his face heavy with sorrow.

The other two Pre-Saints glared at Jun Xiaoyao with hawk-like intensity.

They all knew Ye Xingyun and Jun Xiaoyao had clashed repeatedly.

If anyone was most likely to have killed Ye Xingyun, it was unquestionably Jun Xiaoyao.

And within this mortal Dark Domain, only Jun Xiaoyao possessed the capability to kill Ye Xingyun.

"What if I say I didn't kill him?" Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

It wasn't that he feared them or sought to defend himself.

It wasn't his fault—why should he bear the blame?

"Hmph, if not you, then who else in this situation could have killed Young Master Ye?" the two Pre-Saints beside Fu Bo sneered.

Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening sharply.

"I explain only because I refuse to be falsely blamed. Do you truly think I fear you?"

As Jun Xiaoyao spoke, his chilling aura silenced the two Pre-Saints, leaving them unable to retort.

In cultivation, they weren't afraid of Jun Xiaoyao—but in status, they dared not provoke him.

Fu Bo waved his hand. "Young Master, please calm yourself. Old servant only seeks the truth of Master Xingyun's death."

Fu Bo's tone softened Jun Xiaoyao's expression slightly; he then gave a brief explanation.

"So it was like that," Fu Bo said, his sorrow deepening.

He never imagined Ye Xingyun had died not by Jun Xiaoyao's hand, but in such a humiliating manner.

"Is this truly the case?" The other two Pre-Saints looked skeptical.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered. "If I had killed him, I'd have admitted it outright. What's a mere Ye Xingyun to me? Would I deny it?"

These words made the two Pre-Saints flinch.

Only the Jun family's Young Master would dare speak so boldly.

"Thank you, Young Master, for clarifying. Alas, Master Xingyun fell victim to his own arrogance," Fu Bo said, his face aged by grief.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed softly. "With a loyal servant like you, Ye Xingyun was indeed fortunate."

"No, I was unworthy…" Fu Bo sighed, bowing slightly, his spirit drained.

Then they departed, preparing to deliver the grim news back to the Ye family.

Such events were common enough.

In this age of fierce competition, prodigies perished—it was only natural.

Ye Xingyun was but one ripple among countless others, vanishing without a trace.

"Next, I must return to the Tianxuan Continent, then deal with the other criminal clans and find Jun Wanjie's sister," Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Even as the final turmoil on the Star Continent neared resolution,

a colossal storm erupted on the Tianxuan Continent.

The ancient divine mountains of the Central Forbidden Zone united and entered the mortal realm, seeking to crush the Four Regions and establish the order of the Ancient Races.

The human factions, led by the Dongxuan Dao Sect, bore the first and devastating blow.

Especially the Dongxuan Dao Sect—caught off-guard by the surprise attack, the entire sect was annihilated.

Only a few powerful figures, including the Dongxuan Sect Master, barely escaped wounded; all other Dongxuan Dao Sect cultivators were wiped out.

This news shook all Four Regions of the Tianxuan Continent!

Suddenly, every soul on the Tianxuan Continent lived in terror.

For a time, all on the Tianxuan Continent lived in fear.