Chapter 225: The Qianlong Continent is pacified; plans for Fang Han; the Son of Heaven-Defying is hunted

"Now that the flames of war on the Qianlong Continent have been extinguished, after three days of rest and reorganization of the troops, we will head directly to the continent where the Ancient God Clan resides to provide support."

"This time, I, the Divine Son, will not only annihilate the Ten Great Sinful Clans, but also the Ancient Demon Clan, the Ancient Spirit Clan, and the black hands behind them—I will wipe them all out and pull them up by the roots!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words were resonant, and his aura of slaughter was as sharp as a keen sword, ready to burst forth.

"Yes, we shall strictly follow the Divine Son's orders!" The Great Jun Yinhuang and the others bowed.

"Very well, go and pacify the remnants," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

The Great Jun Yinhuang and the others bowed and withdrew.

Fang Han glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, who was sitting high upon the imperial throne.

That was originally the throne of his father, the Great Jun Yinhuang.

Now that Jun Xiaoyao sat upon it, the Great Jun Yinhuang was not only not angry but felt it was only natural.

A thick sense of frustration permeated Fang Han's heart.

Even his father was respectful and courteous to Jun Xiaoyao; what did that make him, the son?

"Ying'er, let us withdraw as well," Fang Han said to Jun Ying'er, who was at his side.

Jun Ying'er shook her head, her face still slightly flushed, and said, "Fang Han, you go first. I still have some matters I wish to discuss with the Divine Son."

"This..." Fang Han was stunned, his palms clenching into fists.

Then, with a gloomy expression, he turned and left without a word.

Jun Ying'er did not pay attention to Fang Han's demeanor; at this moment, her entire focus was on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao sat on the imperial throne, his white robes spotless, shimmering with immortal radiance; his divine, handsome face was beyond the reach of brush and ink.

Jun Ying'er knelt directly before Jun Xiaoyao.

"What are you doing?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

"Ying'er thanks the Divine Son for saving the Great Yin Dynasty and for saving Ying'er."

"Secondly, I thank the Divine Son for being willing to take Ying'er back to the Immortal Domain."

Jun Ying'er's beautiful eyes were brimming with emotion, as if tears were shimmering within them.

Heaven knows how long she had waited for this day.

Although she was a respected princess in the Great Yin Dynasty,

the cold loneliness of being separated from her kin was something only Jun Ying'er herself knew.

Now that Jun Xiaoyao had appeared, intending to take her back to the Immortal Domain,

to Jun Ying'er, Jun Xiaoyao was simply the dawn in the darkness.

"It is merely a small matter, no need for this. Besides, your brother and I can be considered friends," Jun Xiaoyao said, slightly raising his hand as magic power surged.

Jun Ying'er was lifted directly to her feet.

Jun Xiaoyao did not say that Jun Wanjie had already submitted to him.

"Is that so? It is fortunate that my brother could become acquainted with the Divine Son. Then, my brother, he..." Jun Ying'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her jade hands, her heart filled with joy.

"He is quite good; he has already become the Fifth Sequence of the Jun Clan," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Really? That is wonderful." Jun Ying'er's joy was evident on her face.

Jun Ying'er knew very well what the Fifth Sequence meant.

The brother who had said in their childhood that he would strive to become strong, reach the peak, and then take her to live a good life had truly fulfilled his promise.

"I still have some matters to resolve in the Lower Realm, so I may have to wait until they are settled before I can take you back to the Immortal Domain," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"That the Divine Son can take Ying'er back to the Immortal Domain is already something Ying'er is endlessly grateful for; waiting a little longer is of no consequence," Jun Ying'er hurriedly replied.

She had already waited for so many years.

How could she care about this little bit of time?

"By the way, I have one thing to ask you," Jun Xiaoyao said, as if remembering something.

"Please speak, Divine Son," Jun Ying'er said.

"What is the situation with that prince from earlier?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Does the Divine Son mean Fang Han? He is the Sixteenth Prince of the Great Yin Dynasty. He was mocked for a long time, and seeing that he was pitiful, Ying'er helped him."

Jun Ying'er told Jun Xiaoyao everything about Fang Han.

Including how he was a foolish prince at first, but later suddenly rose to become a heaven-gifted talent.

"So that is how it is."

After listening, Jun Xiaoyao was mostly certain in his heart.

This Fang Han was likely the Son of Heaven-Defying of the Qianlong Continent.

Although Jun Xiaoyao did not know what Fang Han's fortuitous encounter was, the aura of the world's origin could not escape his detection.

"Although this Fang Han has not clearly revealed it, his dissatisfaction with me in his heart cannot be hidden."

"Is this because I stole his spotlight?" Jun Xiaoyao mused to himself.

How could Jun Xiaoyao not know about the little schemes in Fang Han's heart?

He could toy with the heaven-gifted talents of the Immortal Domain in the palm of his hand, let alone a small Son of Heaven-Defying in the Lower Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao also saw that Fang Han had feelings for Jun Ying'er.

And Jun Ying'er's attitude toward him undoubtedly caused deeper jealousy in Fang Han's heart.

"Fang Han, you had best have some self-awareness," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

If Fang Han dared to make any small moves, even if he were a prince of the Great Yin Dynasty, Jun Xiaoyao would never let him off.

In fact, Jun Xiaoyao even hoped that Fang Han would make some small moves.

That way, he could openly and legitimately seize Fang Han's fortuitous encounter.

As for now, the Great Yin Dynasty had suppressed the Sinful Clans and performed great meritorious service; if Jun Xiaoyao were to strike at Fang Han now, it would be unjustifiable.

The chaos of the entire Qianlong Continent was thus pacified.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao only needed to head to the continent where the Ancient God Clan resided to thoroughly resolve the scourge of the Ten Great Sinful Clans.

And just as the entire Qianlong Continent entered the final stage of cleanup,

other continents were not peaceful either.

Since Jun Xiaoyao descended to the Lower Realm, he had visited four continents in total.

They were the Tianxuan Continent, the Star Continent, the Senluo Continent, and the Qianlong Continent.

However, apart from these four continents, there were six others that Jun Xiaoyao had not yet set foot on.

These six continents were also surging with activity.

The Guiyuan Continent was one of the Ten Lands of the Lower Realm.

At this moment, within a hidden canyon on the Guiyuan Continent, a great battle between heaven-gifted talents was erupting.

After a loud boom, a youth in purple robes was sent flying, spitting blood from his mouth.

His eyes filled with anger and terror as he looked at the figure opposite him.

That was a young man dressed in black-and-gold robes, his black hair like ink, his skin pale, his appearance handsome.

He looked thin and tall, like a pale scholar, as if he would fall over if the wind blew.

But after realizing the strength of this young man, the purple-robed youth's eyes were filled with a trace of unwillingness and despair.

"I have risen all the way to this point, favored by heaven and earth; how could I possibly be defeated? On this continent, there should be no one of the younger generation who can surpass me!"

The purple-robed youth roared in unwillingness.

He was originally an expelled disciple of a small sect, and after accidentally obtaining a cluster of world origin,

he rose all the way, his fortuitous encounters exploding, sweeping across all directions.

In the end, he even destroyed the sect that had expelled him.

However, just as the purple-robed youth was feeling smug, even beginning to fantasize about dominating the entire continent in the future,

this handsome young man with unnaturally pale skin suddenly appeared before him.

Moreover, his strength made the purple-robed youth feel horrified.

He possessed world origin, yet he could not even defeat this young man.

This was simply contrary to common sense!

"It seems you are the Son of Luck of the Guiyuan Continent. I have decided I want your world origin."

The young man reached out a hand, and a thick power of reincarnation spread out.

Vaguely, behind him, a massive phantom of a wheel seemed to emerge.

That wheel was carved with the six paths of sentient beings, as if it could pull all living things into reincarnation! ===== CHAPTER 226 =====