Chapter 242: Fa Hai and Yang Pan Appear—The Entrance to the Ten Realm Rift

At this moment, all the celestial prodigies in the Ten Lands of the Mortal Realm looked up at the heavens.

They understood that the greatest opportunity in the Mortal Realm was about to arrive.

Such an opportunity was rare even in the Immortal Realm, appearing only once every ten thousand years.

Thus, many celestial prodigies from the Immortal Realm clenched their fists, eager to act.

On one continent.

In a sacred site, sutra-chanting echoed, and Buddhist mantras were recited.

Countless beings gathered around a Buddhist hall, devoutly bowing to a figure within it.

That figure was a young monk clad in a golden kasaya, with a handsome face.

It was none other than the Buddha's Son of the Lesser Western Heaven, Fa Hai.

At this moment, faintly behind him, a Buddha figure manifested—but that Buddha was faintly wreathed in bloodlight.

Simultaneously, above Fa Hai's head, devotional faith energy converged, forming a divine halo.

Within the halo, as if from countless beings, endless sutra-chanting resonated, profoundly mysterious.

At one moment, Fa Hai opened his eyes, gazing at the horizon, a calm, composed smile on his face, with faint bloodlight flickering in his eyes.

"It's finally coming—the greatest opportunity in the Mortal Realm," Fa Hai murmured inwardly, his expression serene.

During his time in the Mortal Realm, he had grown rapidly, not only gathering the devotional faith of all beings.

He had also fully unlocked his unique constitution: a Buddha body with a demonic heart.

He did not suppress the demonic heart; instead, he unearthed its maximum power and fused it with his Buddha body.

Buddha and demon as one—invincible under heaven!

Fa Hai now had great confidence.

If he faced Jun Xiaoyao again, he would not be as humiliated and powerless as he had been in the Heavenly Dao Tower.

"This ultimate opportunity belongs to me, Fa Hai," Fa Hai's eyes blazed with bloodlight.

…

On another continent, in a fabled site, a bloody battle raged.

All the Mortal Realm prodigies were attacking one man.

That figure wore pitch-black, fearsome Tianmang Horn Divine Armor, wielding a cold, sharp Shangmang Divine Spear.

Within him, an immense, unceasing sword intent spread, shattering the surrounding void.

With one thrust of his spear, he pierced through the chests of several prodigies, slaughtering them brutally.

In mere moments, all the prodigies at this fabled site were slaughtered by that figure.

If Jun Xiaoyao were here, he would recognize this figure immediately.

It was Yang Pan, Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty!

He had descended to the Mortal Realm long ago, seeking its opportunities and the remaining two Pan Emperor Swords.

"It's finally here," Yang Pan's eyes gleamed with sharpness. "My Pan Emperor Life Sword has sensed it—the other two swords' locations must be tied to the Ten Realm Rift."

He had long harbored resentment, viewing Jun Xiaoyao as his target.

The only opportunity that might surpass Jun Xiaoyao lay within the Ten Realm Rift.

Thus, Yang Pan had made up his mind.

If he failed to seize this chance now, he would be left far behind by Jun Xiaoyao.

The changes in the Ten Realms had drawn everyone's attention.

To the mortals of the Mortal Realm, this was a cataclysmic disaster.

Because spiritual energy was being drained, spiritual energy across the continents had become extremely scarce.

Cultivation had become even harder than before.

For sages who wished to live long lives, surviving in an era of spiritual scarcity was clearly extremely difficult.

Thus, this was a heavy blow to the mortals of the Mortal Realm.

But for the Immortal Realm prodigies, this was the beginning of a great opportunity.

They had no pity for the mortals of the Mortal Realm.

After obtaining the opportunity, they would simply leave and return to the Immortal Realm.

This anomaly lasted more than ten days.

After more than ten days, the spiritual energy across the ten continents finally ceased its collapse.

But it had been nearly exhausted.

At one moment, Jun Xiaoyao suddenly sensed something and pulled out his incense pouch.

Faintly, the pouch's aura seemed to resonate with a certain location, as if pulling Jun Xiaoyao toward it.

"It's finally begun."

Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile.

He immediately summoned Yi Yu and the others.

"Let's set out—the greatest opportunity in the Mortal Realm has appeared," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yu and Yan Qingying's eyes sparkled.

Jiang Luoli cheered aloud.

Jun Xiaoyao's group left the Ancient God Clan's encampment and headed toward the outer seas.

Jun Xiaoyao knew the location of the Ten Realm Rift's entrance was unpredictable.

It could appear anywhere—in remote mountains, hidden corners.

Only those with great fortune, or those like Jun Xiaoyao who possessed relics of the Spirit Altar, could enter.

After about half a day, guided by the incense pouch, Jun Xiaoyao arrived at the deep outer seas of the Wanxiang Continent.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao halted in midair above the sea.

Jiang Luoli blinked her big eyes, glancing left and right, puzzled: "Xiaoyao Brother, where's the entrance to the Ten Realm Rift?"

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly and pointed at the sea surface.

"Under the sea?" Jiang Luoli gasped.

She had never imagined the Ten Realm Rift's entrance would lie at the ocean's depths.

Without a certain stroke of fortune, one could never find it.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others activated magic power around their bodies, forming protective shields, and plunged directly into the deep sea.

The outer seas of the Wanxiang Continent, like the Infinite Sea of Tianxuan Continent, were extremely dangerous.

The deep sea harbored many terrifying sea monsters.

Such as the Blue-Ringed Octopus, the Megalodon, the Tiger-Headed Demon Whale, and more.

But these sea monsters were effortlessly slain by Dongxuan Laozu and the others.

After descending ten thousand zhang into the deep sea.

In the pitch-black underwater canyon, Jun Xiaoyao discovered a dark, gaping spatial rift.

Around the rift, space twisted, and seawater could not enter.

Faintly, rich spiritual energy emanated from within the rift.

"Is that the entrance to the Ten Realm Rift?" Jiang Luoli and the others widened their eyes.

"This is only one entrance. There should be others elsewhere in the Ten Realms," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Without hesitation, they prepared to enter.

However, Dongxuan Laozu and the others noticed the Ten Realm Rift entrance emitted faint resistance.

Even with their Saint-level cultivation, they could not enter.

"What's going on?" Dongxuan Laozu and the others were baffled.

Jun Xiaoyao pondered briefly.

The Spirit Altar and other legacies within the Ten Realm Rift were designed for the younger generation.

For Saints like Dongxuan Laozu, they held little value.

Perhaps the opportunities within the Ten Realm Rift were meant solely for the young—making it impossible for the strong to enter.

"You stay here," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Dongxuan Laozu and the others nodded.

Jun Xiaoyao then entered the Ten Realm Rift passage with Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying.

As for Jun Ying'er, her cultivation was too low to enter safely.

And Su Ziqiong was merely a female slave he had casually taken—he had no intention of nurturing her.

So he brought only Jiang Luoli and the other two.

At the same moment, in a beast forest on the Wanxiang Continent.

A young man with a face as cold as water was furiously slaughtering beasts.

Above his head, a divine edict radiated supreme aura.

It was the Sixteenth Imperial Prince, Fang Han.