Chapter 2305

Inside the Demon-Suppressing Pass, many people were gathered around Jun Xiaoyao.

People from the Yun Imperial Clan, and generals of the Demon-Suppressing Pass.

There were even more relatives, friends, and subordinates on their way.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.

Why does it feel like they are rushing to a funeral?

Although, to outsiders, it did indeed seem that way.

Beside him, Lu Xingling, Yun Yusheng, and the others all had misty, beautiful eyes.

Not to mention the others.

"By the way, I want to go to the place where my father stayed when he was at the Demon-Suppressing Pass," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Alright, alright, Young Marshal, your subordinate will take you there!"

An old commander also gritted his teeth and said.

They had witnessed with their own eyes what it meant to have a tiger father with no dog sons.

Jun Xiaoyao, as the youngest, had become the Young Marshal of their Demon-Suppressing Pass.

Countless people admired and submitted to him, regarding him as the successor to Yun Tianya.

But who would have thought it would end like this?

Soon, Jun Xiaoyao was led to the place where Yun Tianya used to sit in meditation while guarding the Demon-Suppressing Pass.

This place had natural array patterns, and previously, only Yun Tianya could enter.

However, it was very strange.

When Jun Xiaoyao approached, those array patterns actually dissipated automatically, as if there were some kind of bloodline resonance.

The rest of the people stopped outside.

They felt that Jun Xiaoyao probably wanted to be alone for a while.

Soon, Jun Xiaoyao stepped into this space.

But what was surprising was this.

What he saw before him was not some magnificent and luxurious golden palace, nor was it some grand and towering pavilion.

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Instead, it was simply a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Bamboo forests, small bridges, and flowing water.

And in the depths of that bamboo forest, surrounded by a small stream.

A simple thatched cottage was located within, plain and simple, even to the point of being called a humble abode.

"Is this the place where my father sat in meditation while guarding the Demon-Suppressing Pass?"

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also felt a bit strange.

He had thought that as the guardian of the Demon-Suppressing Pass.

The place where he stayed must be incomparably magnificent and grand.

Who would have thought it would be such a scene of small bridges and flowing water.

It is no wonder that Yun Tianya took 'Tianya' (End of the World) as his name; he truly seemed like a carefree hermit.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped inside.

He instantly felt something unusual.

Between heaven and earth, special Dao principles were scattered about.

These Dao principles were very strange and profound.

Ordinary people would find it difficult to comprehend them.

But the wonderful thing was that Jun Xiaoyao could sense them.

His bloodline seemed to have some kind of resonance.

"Is this... my father's Dao?"

Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

Yun Tianya had sat in meditation here for years, so naturally, his Dao traces were left behind between heaven and earth.

And just at this moment.

Jun Xiaoyao unexpectedly discovered.

Those Dao principles wandering between heaven and earth were actually like swimming fish, drilling into Jun Xiaoyao's body.

The next moment, Jun Xiaoyao discovered.

Those Dao principles pouring into his body were helping him suppress the Curse of the Fallen Immortal!

"Father..."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes also trembled slightly.

Even though Yun Tianya was not here, his Dao was still protecting his child!

What kind of emotion was this?

Except for seeing Yun Tianya's phantom in the Nandou World.

He had almost never seen Yun Tianya.

But even so, at this very moment, he could still feel Yun Tianya's fatherly love for his offspring.

This couldn't help but make Jun Xiaoyao think of Jun Jun Wu Hui.

The number of times he had met Jun Jun Wu Hui could also be counted on one hand.

But this could not affect Jun Jun Wu Hui's status in his heart in the slightest.

Motherly love is the dense stitching before departure, fearing a late return.

While fatherly love is the greatest sound that is silent.

Seemingly absent, yet actually omnipresent.

Just like now, those omnipresent Dao principles filling the sky were all his father's Dao, permeating into his body, helping him suppress the Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

Perhaps this could not directly lift the Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

But at least, it was a great help.

"Father, thank you."

"This is my tribulation, but it is also my fate..."

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm, and a faint smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't look at all like someone who had been struck by the fatal Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

Then, Jun Xiaoyao walked into the thatched cottage.

Inside, there was only a simple meditation cushion.

Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on it.

Instantly!

Even denser Dao principles surged toward Jun Xiaoyao, covering the sky and earth!

And at this time, the Curse of the Fallen Immortal seemed to sense a hint of threat, becoming even more terrifying.

But Jun Xiaoyao's expression did not fluctuate at all.

For him, this was even an opportunity!

It was an opportunity given to him by the Evil Clan!

This was an Immortal Art; even if it was just an incomplete Immortal Art, it was of immeasurable value.

With Jun Xiaoyao's monstrous talent, if he could comprehend these Curse of the Fallen Immortal patterns that were branded into his body like maggots on a tarsal bone.

Then wouldn't he also be able to control this Immortal Art?

For others, this was absolutely impossible, because it simply couldn't be done.

Not to mention whether they could comprehend it.

Even if they had that monstrous comprehension, they wouldn't have enough time to comprehend it.

They would die before they could even comprehend it.

But Jun Xiaoyao was the Innate Saint Body Dao Fetus, supreme and holy, and inherently had the ability to resist and restrain such curses.

Not to mention that at this moment, Yun Tianya's Dao was also helping him suppress the Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

Added to Jun Xiaoyao's monstrous talent, his speed of comprehension was simply not on the same level as others.

Once he fully comprehended it, this Curse of the Fallen Immortal would naturally no longer be a threat.

The Evil Clan knew Jun Xiaoyao was a monster.

But they would never have imagined that Jun Xiaoyao could be this monstrous.

Most importantly.

Jun Xiaoyao still had one final trump card!

That was the Immortal Art, the Small Fate Art!

This was a true Immortal Art, not an incomplete one like the Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

Moreover, the Small Fate Art was extremely profound, and its abilities went far beyond summoning true spirits and the like.

By borrowing the power of the Small Fate Art, one could also suppress the Curse of the Fallen Immortal!

This was the reason why Jun Xiaoyao truly did not fear the Curse of the Fallen Immortal!

"Evil Clan, you calculated everything, but you didn't calculate that I have the Small Fate Art."

"And as long as you can't kill me in one blow, it's hard to make me die..."

Jun Xiaoyao sighed.

Of course, although Jun Xiaoyao had various means to fear no Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

It didn't mean he could lift it all at once.

After all, this was an incomplete Immortal Art, a fatal means refined for a long time by the Blood Witch Evil Emperor of the Evil Clan, which even Great Emperors had to drink hatred from.

If Jun Xiaoyao wanted to fully lift and comprehend it, he would surely have to spend a lot of time.

During this period, he might even remain in a state of near-seclusion.

To outsiders, he would basically be hanging by a thread, no different from being dead.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not feel that this was a waste of time.

Because he knew that when he lifted the Curse of the Fallen Immortal and broke out of the cocoon again.

It would be about the time he would break through to the Quasi-Emperor realm and break through the dual Quasi-Emperor positions.

As for why he was so confident...

Boom, boom, boom...

The dense curse patterns emitted by the Curse of the Fallen Immortal formed a cocoon of curse light, with countless runes flowing, gradually wrapping and shrouding Jun Xiaoyao's figure within it.

And just as Jun Xiaoyao's figure was about to be submerged by the radiance of the Curse of the Fallen Immortal.

He parted his lips and whispered, "Ye Junlin, the chaos will eventually return..."