Chapter 202: News of the War Demon Palace, Jun Xiaoyao

Gu Yuan was utterly stunned, as if thunder roared in his mind.

He was the seventh-generation Lord of the War Demon Palace; though he eventually ascended to the Immortal Realm, he still harbored a faint attachment to the War Demon Palace.

Yet when he ascended, the War Demon Palace was the strongest force on the Sen Luo Continent—how had it fallen to such a state?

"What exactly happened?" Gu Yuan asked.

The holy realm pressure he emitted made the cultivator tremble violently.

Heaven had mercy—he was merely a lowly cultivator passing through.

Yet in an instant, he found himself facing a group of terrifying figures.

Not only were nine-headed lions pulling their carriage, but even a Holy Realm expert was among them.

The young cultivator nearly fainted—where had this group of monsters come from?

"What's going on? Speak," Jun Xiaoyao also frowned.

This matter had nothing to do with him.

But Gu Yuan had followed him to the mortal realm for so long, giving his all and fulfilling his duties faithfully.

For Jun Xiaoyao to ignore it would be unjust.

The young cultivator, upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao, also showed a flicker of astonishment.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura was utterly transcendent.

Even the Holy Realm experts beside him were overshadowed by this white-robed boy.

"Could he be a heavenly prodigy from the Immortal Realm?" the young cultivator thought in shock.

Still, he quickly recounted everything that had recently occurred on the Sen Luo Continent.

After hearing all the news,

Gu Yuan's face had turned pitch black.

He trembled like a volcano about to erupt, his aura unstable.

After listening, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a trace of surprise.

"The Fallen God Palace. The Fallen God Heir." Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

The Fallen God Palace was indeed a renowned immortal force in the Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

Legends said this lineage was one of the original sources of demonic cultivation in the Immortal Realm, with deep and ancient roots.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing special.

As for the Fallen God Heir, he was quite famous among the younger generation.

He once fought three at once—against the heirs of three immortal forces—and escaped unscathed.

That was his famed battle.

Yet to Jun Xiaoyao, the Fallen God Heir's strength was merely passable.

If it were him, those three heirs would be worrying about how to save their lives.

But Jun Xiaoyao had never met the Fallen God Heir, so he didn't know if he had hidden techniques.

Of course, the Fallen God Heir wasn't the main concern.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about him at all.

What Jun Xiaoyao cared about was the Devouring God Demonic Art and the Sen Luo Continent's rebellious prodigy.

The Devouring God Demonic Art—he'd only heard rumors of it, said to be the art of the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor.

That was a ruthless demonic figure with extraordinary cultivation.

He had even used the Devouring God Demonic Art to kill several peerless sovereigns of his own realm.

Know that peerless sovereigns rarely perished easily.

This alone revealed the brutality of the Devouring God Demonic Art.

Jun Xiaoyao felt a faint interest in this Devouring God Demonic Art.

Moreover, he was also interested in the Sen Luo Continent's rebellious prodigy.

"Logically, that rebellious prodigy should have been Yan Fei of the War Demon Palace—but he's dead."

Jun Xiaoyao was pondering this very question.

Generally, a rebellious prodigy, embodying the entire world's fortune, could not die so easily.

As for Lin Feng, Mo Fan, Wuji Star Lord, and others—

They were simply unlucky; they met Jun Xiaoyao—that was their fate.

Jun Xiaoyao believed others seeking to eliminate the rebellious prodigy would find it far from simple.

"Then perhaps someone else has inherited the Devouring God Demonic Art?" Jun Xiaoyao realized.

The most likely person to have inherited it would be someone close to Yan Fei.

"Has the entire War Demon Palace been wiped out?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

The young cultivator shook his head. "A few War Demon Palace cultivators escaped, but it's useless—the three major sects are hunting them down; they'll be annihilated soon."

The young cultivator's words made Gu Yuan clench his fists, his eyes filled with inner conflict.

He wanted to help the War Demon Palace, but feared delaying Jun Xiaoyao's affairs.

Then Jun Xiaoyao and the others departed.

The young cultivator watched their retreating figures and finally exhaled in relief.

"Damn, these Immortal Realm prodigies are too overwhelming—but why does that middle-aged man feel familiar?" the cultivator wondered.

He thought hard.

Suddenly, he recalled that years ago, he had tried to join the War Demon Palace; though he failed to enter, he had seen the statues of past Lords within its halls.

One of them bore a striking resemblance to that middle-aged man.

As he remembered, his eyes widened sharply.

"Holy shit—could that middle-aged man be the War Demon Palace's ancient former Lord?"

The young cultivator was utterly stunned.

…

On another front, Jun Xiaoyao and the others quickly reached the War Demon Palace's base, following the cultivator's directions.

As far as the eye could see, the entire War Demon Palace had become ruins—limbs scattered, corpses littering the ground.

Gu Yuan, seeing this, trembled with rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

This was the force he once led—now reduced to ruins.

Dong Xuan Ancestor sighed beside him.

If Jun Xiaoyao hadn't gone to Tian Xuan Continent, Dong Xuan Dao Sect might have been utterly destroyed too.

The rise and fall of a sect was truly insignificant.

Only immortal forces of the Immortal Realm could endure eternally.

Gu Yuan took a deep breath, then knelt before Jun Xiaoyao and said, "Young Master, I have a humble request."

"I know you have matters to attend to, so I dare not burden you—but I beg you to allow me to remain on the Sen Luo Continent for a while."

"Once I've settled this, I'll find you immediately."

This man, whose aura was as cold and demonic as a god of war, now knelt humbly, only asking Jun Xiaoyao for a little time.

Clearly, Gu Yuan still had feelings for the War Demon Palace.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed and shook his head. "Why bother? Do I look like such a heartless person?"

"Young Master!" Gu Yuan's expression was filled with emotion.

Jun Xiaoyao admitted that to his enemies, he was a devil.

But to his own people, he was kind.

"Don't say another word—this is something I cannot ignore," Jun Xiaoyao said.

But he didn't voice the second half of his thought.

How could Jun Xiaoyao miss an opportunity like this?

Not taking advantage would make you a fool!

"Thank you, Young Master!" Gu Yuan beamed, bowing sincerely to Jun Xiaoyao.

Previously, he had followed Jun Xiaoyao only because of the Jun Clan's orders.

Now, he had truly pledged his loyalty to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Heh, I'm quite interested in that Devouring God Demonic Art too—just hope the Fallen God Heir doesn't be foolish and try to steal my prey," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Anyone familiar with Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this smile, would understand.

It meant Jun Xiaoyao was about to begin harvesting again…