Chapter 225

"Now that the war on the Dragon Subcontinent has been quelled, after three days of rest and army reorganization, we will proceed directly to the continent where the Ancient Gods reside to provide support."

"This time, I, this Divine Son, will not only annihilate the Ten Sinful Clans, but also the Ancient Demons, the Ancient Beasts, and the shadowy forces behind them—all will be wiped out, root and branch!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words rang sharp and clear, his killing intent like a razor-edged sword, ready to burst forth.

"Yes, we humbly obey the Divine Son's command!" the Emperor of Dayin and others bowed.

"Enough. Go eliminate the remaining rebels," Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

The Emperor of Dayin and others bowed and withdrew.

Fang Han glanced at Jun Xiaoyao seated upon the imperial throne.

That throne had once belonged to his father, the Emperor of Dayin.

Now that Jun Xiaoyao sat upon it, the Emperor of Dayin felt no anger—only that it was only natural.

A deep sense of defeat spread through Fang Han's heart.

Even his own father treated Jun Xiaoyao with reverence—what was he, a son, compared to that?

"Ying'er, let's go too," Fang Han said to Jun Ying'er beside him.

Jun Ying'er shook her head, her cheeks still faintly flushed. "Fang Han, you go ahead. I have some matters to discuss with the Divine Son."

"This…?" Fang Han froze, his fist clenched tight.

Then, with a dark scowl, he turned and left without a word.

Jun Ying'er paid no heed to Fang Han's expression—her entire focus was fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao sat upon the imperial throne, clad in spotless white robes, radiating divine luminescence; his noble, exquisite features defied description.

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 Dayin Imperial Court—and saving Ying'er."

"Second, thank you for agreeing to take me back to the Immortal Realm."

Jun Ying'er's eyes shimmered, as if tears glinted within.

No one knew how long she had waited for this day.

Though in the Dayin Imperial Court she was a revered princess,

the cold loneliness of being separated from her kin was known only to Jun Ying'er.

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

to Jun Ying'er, he was nothing less than dawn breaking through darkness.

"It was nothing. No need for such formality. Besides, I'm somewhat like a friend to your brother," Jun Xiaoyao said, raising his hand slightly, magic power surging.

Jun Ying'er was lifted effortlessly into the air.

Jun Xiaoyao did not mention that Jun Wanjue had submitted to him.

"So my brother has befriended the Divine Son? How fortunate. Then… what of my brother?" Jun Ying'er wiped a tear from her corner with her jade hand, joy swelling within.

"He's quite capable. He has become the Fifth Sequence of the Jun Clan," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Really? That's wonderful!" Jun Ying'er's delight was plain to see.

Jun Ying'er understood perfectly what the Fifth Sequence meant.

The brother who, as a child, had vowed to grow strong, reach the peak, and one day take her to a better life—had truly fulfilled his promise.

"I still have matters to resolve in the mortal realm, so I may need to wait until they're settled before taking you back to the Immortal Realm," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"The Divine Son taking Ying'er back to the Immortal Realm is already more than I could ever hope for. Waiting a little longer doesn't matter," Jun Ying'er replied quickly.

She had waited so many years already.

Could she possibly mind a little more time?

"By the way, I have a question for you," Jun Xiaoyao said, as if remembering something.

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

"What can you tell me about that prince just now?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"You mean Fang Han? He is the Sixteenth Prince of the Dayin Imperial Court. He was long mocked and ridiculed. I pitied him, so I helped him."

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

Including how he had once been a foolish prince, yet suddenly rose to become a prodigy.

"So that's how it is."

After listening, Jun Xiaoyao had already deduced most of it.

Fang Han was surely the Heaven-Defying Child of the Dragon Subcontinent.

Though Jun Xiaoyao did not know the source of Fang Han's fortune, the aura of primordial world energy could not escape his detection.

"Though Fang Han has not openly shown it, his resentment toward me is unmistakable."

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

How could Jun Xiaoyao not know Fang Han's petty thoughts?

He could manipulate the prodigies of the Immortal Realm with ease—how much more so a mere mortal Heaven-Defying Child?

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

And Jun Ying'er's attitude toward him only deepened Fang Han's envy and hatred.

"Fang Han, you'd better have some self-awareness," Jun Xiaoyao thought inwardly.

If Fang Han dared make any move, even as a prince of the Dayin Imperial Court, Jun Xiaoyao would not spare him.

In fact, Jun Xiaoyao even hoped Fang Han would make some move.

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

For now, the Dayin Imperial Court had crushed the Sinful Clans and rendered great service—if Jun Xiaoyao acted against Fang Han now, it would look unjust.

The chaos across the entire Dragon Subcontinent had now been fully quelled.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao only needed to travel to the continent of the Ancient Gods to completely eradicate the threat of the Ten Sinful Clans.

And just as the Dragon Subcontinent entered its final cleanup phase,

other continents were far from peaceful.

Since descending to the mortal realm, Jun Xiaoyao had visited four continents:

Tianxuan Continent, Starry Continent, Senluo Continent, and the Dragon Subcontinent.

But beyond these four, six other continents remained untouched by Jun Xiaoyao.

These six continents were equally turbulent.

…

Guiyuan Continent was one of the Ten Mortal Realms.

At this moment, within a hidden valley on Guiyuan Continent, a battle among prodigies erupted.

With a thunderous crash, a purple-robed youth was blasted backward, spitting blood.

His eyes blazed with fury and terror as he stared at the figure across from him.

It was a young man clad in black-gold robes, his black hair like ink, his skin unnaturally pale, his features exquisitely beautiful.

Tall and slender, he looked like a frail scholar, as if a breeze might topple him.

But after sensing his power, the purple-robed youth's eyes filled with helpless despair.

"I rose from nothing, favored by heaven and earth—how could I lose? No youth on this continent should be able to defeat me!"

The purple-robed youth roared in defiance.

He had once been a discarded disciple of a minor sect, until he accidentally obtained a fragment of primordial world energy.

He rose swiftly, blessed with endless fortune, sweeping all before him.

He even eradicated the sect that had cast him out.

Yet just as he gloated, dreaming of ruling the entire continent,

this impossibly pale, stunningly beautiful young man suddenly appeared before him.

And his power filled the purple-robed youth with dread.

Even with the primordial world energy, he could not defeat this youth.

It was utterly illogical!

"So you are the Fate-Selected Child of Guiyuan Continent. Your primordial world energy—I claim it."

The youth extended his hand, and powerful reincarnation energy spread outward.

Faintly, behind him, a colossal wheel-like shadow seemed to materialize.

The wheel bore carvings of the Six Realms of Existence, as if capable of dragging all living beings into the cycle of rebirth.