[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body":3,"chapter-starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body-starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body-chapter-208":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting with the Wasteland Sacred Body",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2341015,4576,"Chapter 208: The Final Battle on Black Mountain Ancient Battlefield, Under the Gaze of Ten Thousand","starting-with-the-wasteland-sacred-body-chapter-208",208,"\u003Cp>The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Son has escalated across the entire Senluo Continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone is awaiting this great battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later, the Fallen God Son finally declared he would face Jun Xiaoyao in combat on Black Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Mountain, like the Dead Sea, is one of the perilous lands of the Senluo Continent, teeming with all manner of demonic beasts and primordial relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors say that deep within Black Mountain lies a bloodstained ancient battlefield platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who steps onto it to engage in combat will not be disturbed by the outside world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Saint cannot interfere with the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once both combatants enter, they will not be released unless one is utterly defeated or dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In choosing such a place, the Fallen God Son had already resolved to give it his all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao may be strong, but he is no weakling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re already trembling before the fight, what’s the point of fighting at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen God Son’s move was meant to sever all his own escape routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only with one’s back to the wall can one’s greatest potential be squeezed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Fallen God Son wins this battle, the rewards will be endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This Fallen God Son has some guts after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the news, Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood that the Fallen God Son’s action had extinguished his fears and hesitations, cutting off every possible retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either transcendence to the ultimate realm, or silent annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, the Fallen God Son intends harm against you—let me go in your stead,” Yi Yu said beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knows the Fallen God Son seeks to rise by trampling Jun Xiaoyao underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knows what methods he might unleash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Yu is utterly loyal to Jun Xiaoyao, willing to risk his life for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao shook his head Dandan ly: “The Fallen God Son’s target is me—he will only fight me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Yi Yu’s strength rivals that of an immortal sect heir, sufficient to contend with the young prodigies of the Immortal Realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Fallen God Son clearly won’t lower himself to fight Jun Xiaoyao’s retainer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spread the word—I will keep the appointment,” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along his journey, he had fought countless battles, great and small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this Fallen God Son can truly offer him a pleasant surprise, it would be a fortunate thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, being too invincible is also boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news of Jun Xiaoyao’s acceptance of the challenge ignited the entire Senluo Continent like a lit fuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivators from all factions rushed toward Black Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many prodigies from the Immortal Realms also set out, eager to witness this great battle between the young sovereigns of the Immortal Realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Black Mountain—once desolate and nearly uninhabited—became thronged with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flying ancient beasts streaked across the sky, floating airships darted through the air, and ferocious beasts pulled palanquins along the ground—all bearing prodigies and great figures from various factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few short days, Black Mountain was packed wall-to-wall with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the demonic beasts and primordial relics were forced to retreat to the deepest recesses of Black Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several days of waiting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark cloud suddenly rolled in from the distant horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine skeletal warhorses, their bones stark white, pulled a palanquin through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures in black robes flitted through the void beside it, following closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s here—the Fallen God Son has arrived!” A roar of commotion erupted from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This young sovereign from the Immortal Realms had made his entrance with overwhelming dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He commanded three major factions, annihilated the War Demon Sect, and radiated demonic might that shook the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still not here? Must I wait for him?” came the Fallen God Son’s cold voice from within the palanquin, tinged with impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, golden light shimmered in the distance as nine lion-like beasts pulled a golden palanquin across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it followed Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Dong Xuan the Ancestor, and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Qingying, the War Demon Sect’s Sect Master, and a host of War Demon Sect cultivators also arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Demon Sect’s tragedy stemmed directly from the Fallen God Son’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had come to witness his end firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jun Xiaoyao’s party arrive, the Fallen God Son stepped out of his palanquin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black mist swirled around him, obscuring his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long, gray-white hair reached his heels; behind him stretched a pair of black-and-white wings, wreathed in yin and yang energies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes reflected scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood—utterly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he appeared, a chilling, dark, and murderous aura radiated from him, suffocating all who felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jun Xiaoyao, you’ve finally come—are you prepared to pay the price for your actions today?” the Fallen God Son said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao also stepped out of his palanquin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the Fallen God Son embodied two extremes of temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen God Son resembled a death god from hell, radiating coldness and slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao, in contrast, wore pure white robes, bathed in celestial radiance, like a celestial immortal descended from heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many female cultivators of the Senluo Continent were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao’s appearance and aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The only price I might pay,” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, “is wasting a little time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This remark darkened the Fallen God Son’s expression further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Demon Sect cultivators gazed at the Fallen God Son with extreme hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the Fallen God Son, the War Demon Sect would never have suffered this calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Qingying’s eyes brimmed with killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen God Son noticed Yan Qingying—her aura was too unique, unlike anyone else’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it truly her?” he thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had previously suspected the true heir of the Devouring God Technique was not Yan Fei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was certain: Yan Fei’s sister was the true heir of the Devouring God Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After I defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still won’t escape my grasp,” the Fallen God Son said coldly, his voice laced with frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A dead man has no business talking so much,” Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cliché held true: villains always die from talking too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen God Son said nothing more and walked straight into the depths of Black Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao followed suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, they reached the heart of Black Mountain, and the crowd of onlookers trailed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, deep within Black Mountain, lay an ancient, dust-covered battlefield platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire platform was stained with splatters of blood, as if the great heroes of old had spilled their lives upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient battlefield radiated an aura of antiquity and decay, with dao patterns woven through the surrounding void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever stepped onto it must fight to the death—only then would the ordeal end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto it casually, without the slightest hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen God Son’s vision filled with scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his heart was far from as calm as Jun Xiaoyao’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard the legends of Jun Xiaoyao’s exploits across the Immortal Realms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To claim he felt no concern whatsoever would be a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scared?” Jun Xiaoyao smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You overestimate yourself—who could make the Fallen God Son afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen God Son no longer hesitated—he stepped onto the ancient battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not know that this single step might be the distance between life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step—into the Yellow Springs!\u003C\u002Fp>",1248,"2026-06-20T23:29:51.970Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 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