Chapter 227: The Strongest Rebellious Son, Li Daoxuan, Seeks to Become the Rebellious King

Every major power has its own treasure vault.

The Reincarnation Demon Sect naturally has one too.

Moreover, their imperial weapon, the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc, is stored within the vault.

Now that the Reincarnation Demon Sect has been destroyed, the vault's whereabouts are unknown.

Wang Chuan is the one most likely to find the Reincarnation Demon Sect's vault.

Because he is the last heir of the Reincarnation Demon Sect.

Wang Chuan fully understood the Demon Fairy Sect's intentions.

He did not expose them, only nodding slightly: "We can discuss those matters later, but in the mortal realm, we can cooperate."

"Then it's settled. With you here, you should be able to stand against that guy, right?" the little demon fairy muttered.

"What do you mean?" Wang Chuan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Did the little demon fairy imply that someone among the younger generation could rival him, an ancient anomaly?

What nonsense!

The very reason ancient anomalies are called such is because they possess supreme potential—sealed away for ten thousand generations, they emerge to sweep aside all contemporary prodigies.

"Ah, Wang Chuan, times have changed. This is no longer your era."

"This era has produced a monster—a terrifyingly strong monster!" The little demon fairy hugged her slender arms, her expression filled with wariness.

"Who?" Wang Chuan became interested.

He had once been the holy heir of the Reincarnation Demon Sect, possessed the Reincarnation Holy Body, and was an ancient anomaly himself.

Who could rival him?

"The Jun family—Jun Xiaoyao. A stunningly handsome demon. I haven't seen him in person, but I've heard his name so often my ears are worn out," the little demon fairy pouted.

"The Jun family…" Wang Chuan's gaze trembled slightly.

Earlier, when he heard of the Demon Fairy Sect, his expression had remained calm.

But upon hearing the Jun family, his face changed.

This was an utterly terrifying ancient clan.

In their era, the Jun family stood at the very pinnacle of immortal powers.

Even back then, when one of their Reincarnation Demon Sect prodigies clashed with a Jun family prodigy, the former was killed.

The Reincarnation Demon Sect dared not seek justice from the Jun family—they chose to retreat in silence.

This alone reveals the Jun family's prestige and influence within the Immortal Realm.

They have endured for ten thousand generations without decline!

"I never expected it to be the Jun family. They seem to produce demons in every generation, but this generation's demon has piqued my curiosity," Wang Chuan murmured.

"Don't worry—you'll meet him eventually. Jun Xiaoyao has descended to the mortal realm," the little demon fairy said.

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see just how powerful this demon truly is," Wang Chuan's eyes shimmered with overlapping vortexes of reincarnation.

His Reincarnation Holy Body ranked among the top fifty of the three thousand holy bodies.

He believed that even that Jun family demon could not match him.

Not to mention he possessed the imitation imperial weapon—the Little Six Paths Reincarnation Disc.

With a holy body and divine weapon in hand, why should Wang Chuan fear anyone?

Seeing the flicker of battle lust in Wang Chuan's eyes, the little demon fairy nodded approvingly, her snow-white chin lifting.

One reason she had allied with Wang Chuan was to counterbalance Jun Xiaoyao.

Otherwise, when the Ten Realms' rifts opened, wouldn't all the opportunities in the mortal realm be seized by Jun Xiaoyao alone?

"But I've heard Jun Xiaoyao is extraordinarily handsome, ethereally elegant, and his ancient holy body grants him exceptional prowess in that regard…" The little demon fairy licked her delicate tongue, a hint of seduction appearing on her pure, adorable face.

This demon fairy lass, embodying both innocence and allure, seemed to have a special interest in Jun Xiaoyao…

…

As the ancient anomaly Wang Chuan formed an alliance with the little demon fairy,

in another place, on a continent called Nan Cang,

a young girl was sprinting frantically through a small grove, as if fleeing some monstrous flood.

Finally, she reached a sheer cliff—no path lay ahead.

Behind her, across the sky, a young man with a face like polished jade, clad in crimson-gold robes, walked calmly forward, hands clasped behind his back.

Around him, tendrils of primordial qi rose and fell, as if capable of crushing ten thousand li of empty space.

The very space around him twisted faintly under the weight of primordial force, as if on the verge of shattering.

This young man radiated boundless majesty, bearing the aura of a sovereign, inspiring awe.

"Y-you… you're the one from the Primordial Continent…" the girl trembled, fear flashing in her eyes.

Among the Ten Mortal Realms, if one continent stood supreme and most prosperous,

it was unquestionably the Primordial Continent.

Rumors even claimed that the Primordial Continent was once a fragment of the Immortal Realm, torn loose during a cataclysmic war between the Immortal Realm and the Alien Realm, and cast down to become this continent.

Of course, this legend was too ancient to verify.

But it still revealed the Primordial Continent's extraordinary status among the Ten Mortal Realms—it was undeniably the core.

And the young man before her was the Primordial Continent's rebellious son.

He could even be called the strongest among the Ten Rebellious Sons.

As for Wang Chuan, he was not a rebellious son—he was merely an ancient anomaly buried in the mortal realm, who had stolen the rebellious son's fate and primordial essence.

"Spare my life! I'll serve you as a slave or maid—I'll do anything!" the girl knelt, pounding her head against the ground, pleading.

"A slave or maid? Are you worthy?" the young man's gaze was cold.

He said no more, raising a palm—primordial qi surged outward, filling the air.

Without any doubt, the girl, who bore the primordial essence of Nan Cang Continent, was crushed by a single palm blow.

Then, the primordial essence of Nan Cang Continent emerged.

The young man reached out, grasping it.

"Third one," the young man smiled faintly.

Including his own, the Primordial Continent's essence,

he had now acquired three primordial essences.

In his eyes, he was surely the one who had gathered the most.

Yet deep within him lay another ambition.

He intended to gather all ten realms' primordial essences upon himself, concentrating the fate and fortune of all ten rebellious sons into his own being.

To forge the ultimate Rebellious King!

How powerful would he become then?

Impossible to imagine.

At that moment, a cold, distant voice suddenly spoke: "Li Daoxuan, you could have spared the girl's life—taking only her essence would have sufficed."

Hearing this voice, clear as a mountain spring, Li Daoxuan's eyes flickered with burning admiration, though he concealed it well.

A short distance away, a slender figure draped in emerald robes, shimmering with celestial radiance, sat upon a blue lotus and drifted through the air.

Her figure was graceful, her face veiled in gauze, her divine glow hazy—only her crystal-clear pupils remained visible, reflecting the purity of a still lake.

Her entire aura was like a newly bloomed blue lotus, untainted by dust.

Though her face was veiled, the faintly revealed contours of her exquisite beauty stirred an irresistible urge to glimpse her full splendor.

This woman was Ji Qingyi.