Chapter 207: Agreement Sealed, Devouring God Demonic Art Acquired, Primordial Essence of the Sen Luo Continent

Jun Xiaoyao's words caused Yan Qingying's expression to slightly change.

The phrase "for all eternity" carries immense weight.

If Yan Qingying agreed, it would mean she forever became Jun Xiaoyao's possession.

From then on, she would have only one master—Jun Xiaoyao—her flesh and blood forever branded with his mark.

This condition seemed harsh, but it depended on who made the request.

No one would willingly submit to a mediocrity.

But was Jun Xiaoyao a mediocrity?

He was not merely exceptional—he was peerless, among the most exalted figures in the Immortal Realm.

Serving such a being was not humiliation, but an honor.

Even being Jun Xiaoyao's slave was something many would fight to become.

Su Ziqiong was a clear example.

At this moment, Su Ziqiong's eyes burned with envy.

She had barely secured the chance to become Jun Xiaoyao's female slave.

Yet this girl named Yan Qingying had the qualification to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

The status difference between slave and follower was astronomical.

Not only Su Ziqiong—all the Cultivators of the War Demon Temple—looked at her with envy.

Following a young lord from the Immortal Realm would surely lead to being taken there, soaring to unimaginable heights.

Yan Qingying had not expected Jun Xiaoyao to propose such a condition.

This, in fact, was a favor to her.

She had assumed Jun Xiaoyao would demand something even more outrageous.

But upon reflection, if not for her status as the inheritor of the Devouring God Demonic Art, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't have spared her a glance.

A woman?

Desiring her body?

With Jun Xiaoyao's status, would he lack women?

Yan Qingying had enough self-awareness to know that while she was beautiful, Jun Xiaoyao would never find her desirable.

Her only value lay in being the inheritor of the Devouring God Demonic Art.

Jun Xiaoyao thought exactly the same.

So far, excluding Jun Zhangjian and others, his only true follower was Yi Yu, the heir of the Ancient Emperor Clan.

Now, having finally encountered a prodigy girl, it would be worthwhile to win her as a follower.

Jun Xiaoyao never intended to kill all the Heavenly Defiers.

As long as the Heavenly Defiers didn't provoke him, he had no desire to hunt them down—he would even consider recruiting them.

After all, such Heavenly Defiers carried the entire world's fortune; nurtured well, they would surely become mighty powers.

Jun Xiaoyao himself harbored ambitions, like his father, to cultivate a group of Divine Kings' Eight Tribes.

Moreover, Yan Qingying's personality was somewhat unique.

Other women, upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao, instantly turned into fawning dogs, crawling and licking him—something Jun Xiaoyao had grown weary of.

Yan Qingying, by contrast, was cold and aloof, her demeanor shadowed by darkness, indifference, and dominance from the Devouring God Demonic Art.

Would such a girl ever become a fawning dog, groveling at his feet?

Yan Qingying exhaled slowly.

Her modest yet perfectly shaped chest rose gently.

"Very well, Qingying accepts, my lord. Once the Fallen God Son is dead, Qingying shall follow you for all eternity!" Yan Qingying bowed deeply to Jun Xiaoyao.

She requested Jun Xiaoyao kill the Fallen God Son because, with her own strength, she might one day be able to kill him.

But that day could be far off.

Her hatred for the Fallen God Son had reached its peak.

She longed for him to die screaming before her eyes right now!

"Good. Since you've agreed, I shall fulfill my promise to you." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

The Fallen God Son had already accepted the challenge; a battle between them was inevitable.

To Jun Xiaoyao, defeating and killing made no difference.

Others dared not kill the Fallen God Son—but Jun Xiaoyao had no such scruples.

Jun Xiaoyao then dismissed everyone, leaving only Yan Qingying.

"Hand over the Devouring God Demonic Art," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yan Qingying nodded slightly; she trusted Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't betray a mere nobody like her.

She transmitted the cultivation method of the Devouring God Demonic Art to Jun Xiaoyao.

With Jun Xiaoyao's prodigious talent, he absorbed it instantly.

He savored it carefully, and inwardly marveled.

The Devouring God Demonic Art—no wonder it was famed throughout the Immortal Realm; its power was brutally overwhelming.

It absorbed heaven and earth, devoured gods and demons, and refined all things.

In some ways, it resembled the Hell Furnace evolved from the Divine Elephant Subjugating Hell Force.

But the Hell Furnace clearly lacked the Devouring God Demonic Art's sheer brutality.

Moreover, the Devouring God Demonic Art had a unique trait: it could reflect back the spiritual powers it absorbed.

That was something remarkable.

After deeply contemplating it, Jun Xiaoyao slowly raised his hand.

As he channeled his magic power, a small, pitch-black vortex appeared above his palm.

The vortex emitted a powerful suction, devouring surrounding matter.

"Did he just succeed?"

Yan Qingying's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

Even she, as the inheritor of the Devouring God Demonic Art, had spent a long time to initially master it.

Her brother, hailed as a genius, had taken even longer to barely activate it.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao, having just received the method, had mastered it after only a brief contemplation.

The gap was too vast—Yan Qingying found it unbelievable.

She finally understood just how prodigious Jun Xiaoyao's talent truly was.

Before Jun Xiaoyao, even she, the inheritor of the Devouring God Demonic Art, was nothing.

"Not bad. Some useful insights," Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Seeing Yan Qingying's stunned expression, he knew she had been shaken.

"Don't compare yourself to me. I'm not human," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

Yan Qingying: "..."

After calming her emotions, Yan Qingying hesitated slightly, then activated her internal magic power.

A swirling mass of five-colored light, threaded with crimson energy, emerged before her.

It was the primordial essence of the Sen Luo Continent.

"You're…" Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yan Qingying.

"I believe, my lord, that with your strength, you will fulfill your promise. Thus, I shall offer my sincerity in return."

"I know I have little to offer you. This primordial essence—I humbly ask you to accept it."

Yan Qingying's tone was cold and clear, yet resolute.

She understood the principle of reciprocity: give a peach, receive a plum.

Jun Xiaoyao paused, then accepted the primordial essence without hesitation.

He would one day need vast primordial essence to open the Path of the Body as Seed at the Spirit Altar.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao did not wish to take advantage of Yan Qingying.

He said: "You possess the Devouring God Demonic Art—you can devour and refine all things. I won't take your advantage. After I defeat the Fallen God Son, I'll subdue him and give him to you for refinement."

He said: "You possess the Devouring Divine Demon Art, capable of swallowing and refining all things; I won't take advantage of you—after I defeat the Fallen Divine Son, I'll subdue him outright and give him to you for refinement."

But his words left others stunned.

How could the mighty Fallen God Son be treated as insignificant in Jun Xiaoyao's mouth?

"Thank you, my lord!"

Yan Qingying was overjoyed.

She loathed the Fallen God Son with every fiber of her being; torturing him and sending him to hell meant more to her than any primordial essence.

The Fallen God Son himself could never have imagined.

Before the battle even began, Jun Xiaoyao had already decided his fate.

The great battle had not yet begun, and Jun Xiaoyao had already begun arranging how to deal with him.