Chapter 240

This blade glow dazzled the ages, beyond description.

All things seemed obliterated within this single sword stroke.

The Golden Wing Sword-Toothed Tiger, the White Jade Dragon Elephant, and other forbidden ancestors of the Divine Mountains stared with wide, silent eyes, filled with utter terror—and despair.

They had never imagined the attack they would face would be so terrifying.

This technique was utterly hopeless.

First, the Golden Wing Sword-Toothed Tiger—every one of its attacks dissolved into nothingness within the Killing of Ages.

Not only that, its flesh also slowly, inch by inch, vanished into the void beneath the sword's temporal glow.

As if in an instant, the Golden Wing Sword-Toothed Tiger had endured ten thousand eons, its body reduced to ash.

The White Jade Dragon Elephant, witnessing this firsthand, let out a terrified roar, trying to flee—but it was too late.

Its mountainous, heavy body likewise crumbled inch by inch into ash.

"No, I hate it!" the White Jade Dragon Elephant screamed in a final, desperate cry.

It was the lord of the Lower Realm's ancient Divine Mountains, ruling with tyranny, dominating the continent.

Death was unthinkable; even its last wound was a distant memory.

Yet now, gazing at the white-robed, spotless young master before it, the White Jade Dragon Elephant felt despair and fury.

It could never have imagined it would perish at the hands of this young upstart.

After the Golden Wing Sword-Toothed Tiger and the White Jade Dragon Elephant, the other forbidden beings of the Divine Mountains also turned to ash, one by one.

Moreover, each of the Divine Mountains—the Heavenly Tiger Divine Mountain, the White Jade Divine Mountain, the Flame Divine Mountain, and more—crumbled into dust within this single blade glow.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

There was no explosion shaking the eight directions.

Only the silent obliteration of each Divine Mountain.

And the silent vanishing of the Divine Mountain beings.

Like weathered rock, they were scattered by the wind.

After the sword passed.

The towering, undulating ancient Divine Mountains no longer existed.

Stretching before them, the ancient Divine Mountains had become a sunken basin.

All ancient Divine Mountains, all ancient beings, were reduced to ash in this single sword stroke!

One sword—erased the Divine Mountains!

The human cultivators who had rushed here stood frozen, as if they had lost their souls, eyes vacant.

"Gone… the ancient Divine Mountains, completely gone?" one human cultivator murmured dazedly, as if in a dream.

"Truly gone—the ancient Divine Mountains, that great mountain pressing down on our human cultivators, is finally gone!"

After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer erupted from the human cultivators.

Their faces glowed with extreme excitement, joy overflowing.

The ancient Divine Mountains had hung like a sword above the heads of human cultivators.

Today, that sword had been utterly shattered by Jun Xiaoyao.

Not only these human cultivators—even Dongxuan Ancestor, Gu Yuan, and the two Saint Protectors of the Jiang Clan—were momentarily stunned.

This… was too brutal.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's body trembled slightly, his brow furrowing.

He severed his connection with the Fallen Saint Body.

"Looks like I won't be able to connect with the Fallen Saint Body again." Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.

Just now, he had achieved nearly one hundred percent perfect resonance with the Fallen Saint Body, allowing him to fully unleash its power.

But in the future, he likely would never again control the Fallen Saint Body.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao felt no regret.

The Fallen Saint Body was merely a tool to him.

Though useful, prolonged use would breed dependence—and that was no good thing.

Jun Xiaoyao trusted only his own strength.

He put away the Fallen Saint Body and the Disc King's Age Sword.

Gazing at the basin where the ancient Divine Mountains had stood, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

This warning should be sufficient.

Jun Xiaoyao knew that although the Lower Realm's ancient Divine Mountains were pawns to the Ancient Imperial Clan, they were valuable pawns—not like the Ancient Demon Clan or Ancient Beast Clan, disposable at will.

With the Divine Mountains destroyed, the Ancient Imperial Clan would suffer deep pain and lose face.

This was the price the Ancient Imperial Clan must pay for provoking the Jun Clan.

"Ah, such a waste of ingredients…" Jiang Luoli puffed out her cheeks.

The Golden Wing Sword-Toothed Tiger, White Jade Dragon Elephant, and others were all prime ingredients.

"Aren't there still one left?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at the corpse of the Flame Saint.

After death, the Flame Saint revealed his true form: a crimson firebird.

"Let me roast it!" Jiang Luoli cheered, her face beaming, sharpening her knife toward the firebird.

This was a Saint-level being—its flesh and vital essence were incredibly rich, comparable to a flesh elixir.

Some human cultivators stared in shock.

What kind of monsters were these? The top-tier forbidden beings of the Lower Realm had become ingredients.

Yet they were deeply grateful, rushing forward to thank him.

Thank you, Divine Son, for eliminating this dire threat to the human cultivators of the Myriad Worlds Continent.

"Yes, these ancient Divine Mountain beings slaughtered our people without mercy—today, at last, evil has met its due."

These human cultivators sincerely thanked him—Jun Xiaoyao's act was a monumental good deed for the human cultivators of the Myriad Worlds Continent.

"It was merely a small favor—no need to thank me. In the future, the Myriad Worlds Continent will be ruled by the Ancient Divine Clan; they will not oppress human factions," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Yes! You are our hero, Divine Son!" one human cultivator exclaimed, voice trembling.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing.

He had no desire to become a hero—he had merely collected a debt.

But these human cultivators would surely spread this news.

Moreover, they would write books and chronicles.

Jun Xiaoyao's destruction of the Ancient Divine Mountains would become legend, forever passed down on the Myriad Worlds Continent!

Jun Xiaoyao's destruction of the Ancient Divine Mountain will become a legend, forever passed down across the Ten Thousand Phenomena Continent!

"Xiaoyao brother, the meat's ready—come eat before I finish it all!" Jiang Luoli called out.

The firebird was roasted, its flesh tender, dripping oil.

Thick life essence filled the air, fragrant and rich—each bite rivalled a Saint elixir.

This was the flesh of a Saint—immensely valuable.

Meanwhile, Jiang Luoli's lips were greasy, her delicate face smeared like a kitten's.

Jun Xiaoyao walked over with a faint smile.

Relaxing after battle wasn't bad.

"Here, Xiaoyao brother—this biggest drumstick, no, bird leg, is for you!" Jiang Luoli offered the firebird leg.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, reaching to take it—then noticed a small bite missing from the meatiest part, marked by a neat row of tiny teeth impressions.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, about to take it, when suddenly he noticed a bite mark on the meatiest part of the bird leg—a neat row of tiny, even tooth impressions.

【82】 "Hehe, I was just tasting to see if the meat was cooked through—I definitely wasn't trying to eat the juiciest part!" Jiang Luoli blushed and shook her head like a rattle drum.

"Hehe, I was just testing if it was cooked through—I didn't mean to eat the juiciest part!" Jiang Luoli blushed, shaking her head like a rattle.

"Hehe, I'm just helping Xiaoyao Brother check if it's cooked through—I'm definitely not trying to eat the juiciest part," Jiang Luoli said with a blush, shaking her head like a rattle.

Then he invited Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and others to join the meal.

As for Dongxuan Ancestor and the others—they were Saints already; this meat offered them little benefit.

"Xiaoyao brother, how long will you stay in this Lower Realm?" Jiang Luoli asked, nibbling her meat, testing the waters.

She feared he might return to the Immortal Realm soon, leaving them with little time together.

"There's still one crucial thing left to do." Jun Xiaoyao said.

His goals—resolving the Ten Sinful Clans, finding his sister Jun Wanjie—were all complete.

But other important matters remain.

The lower volume of the Body Scripture among the Nine Heavenly Books, the Ten Realms' Rift, the Spirit Altar, and other world origins.

Jun Xiaoyao sensed that the prodigies of other continents had already begun clashing, devouring each other's opportunities and fortune.

Like breeding poison insects, eventually one king worm will emerge.

The Prodigy King.

That is, the King Who Defies Heaven!