Chapter 253: Yan Qingying

Jun Xiaoyao pleaded and reasoned until he finally calmed Jiang Luoli's emotions, and she stopped crying.

At the same time, thinking that Jun Xiaoyao was willing to risk himself for her, her heart swelled with sweetness and boundless happiness.

"Xiaoyao brother, um…" Jiang Luoli twisted her fingers.

"What?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"After we return to the Immortal Realm, should we tell Mother and hold the betrothal ceremony first?" Jiang Luoli smiled shyly.

"Cough…" Jun Xiaoyao cleared his throat.

We haven't even gotten to the eighth character yet, and you're already calling her "Mother."

And you're a girl—do you really have to be so forward?

"Let's go. The greatest opportunity lies deep within the Ten Realms Rift."

Jun Xiaoyao was thoroughly worn out by this girl—too forward, almost unbearable.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's retreating figure, Jiang Luoli pouted, still smiling sweetly as she softly huffed: "Didn't expect Xiaoyao brother to have such a prideful side—but it doesn't matter, Luoli has already claimed you!"

Jiang Luoli ground her little fangs, grinning mischievously.

If Jun Xiaoyao heard that, he'd probably complain again.

Fangs hurt people.

Jun Xiaoyao flew straight toward the depths of the Ten Realms Rift.

Because he hadn't forgotten: there was still a sign-in opportunity at the Spirit Altar.

The Spirit Altar was the transformation opportunity he valued most.

This transformation might cause his realm to surge, leaving all his peers far behind.

As for the remaining five clusters of World Origin, Jun Xiaoyao wasn't worried.

He had already faintly sensed that the other five clusters of World Origin were on the bodies of certain prodigies within the Ten Realms Rift.

Lastly, the lower volume of the Body Scripture—Jun Xiaoyao believed.

In the Mortal Realm, only the Ten Realms Rift might hold the lower volume of the Body Scripture.

Because if it had appeared on any of the ten continents, it would have been discovered long ago.

The Ten Realms Rift was the most secretive place; few throughout history had ever entered it.

Thinking this, Jun Xiaoyao continued his exploration.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao's two followers, Yi Yu and Yan Qingying, were each seeking their own opportunities.

Yan Qingying arrived at a desolate, lifeless wasteland.

The land was pitch black; all plants and living things appeared withered, their vitality completely drained.

At a glance, this didn't look like a place holding treasures.

Prodigies who had barely managed to enter the Ten Realms Rift wouldn't waste time here.

Yet Yan Qingying had somehow come here by accident.

Even she didn't fully understand why—only that some subconscious pull had drawn her forward.

Yan Qingying advanced forward, ahead lay a deep, vast chasm, where waves of dark energy surged endlessly.

All spiritual energy in the surroundings seemed drawn into the chasm with the tides.

Yan Qingying's dark eyes flashed; her slender body twisted and darted inside.

At the core of the chasm lay a cluster of pitch-black energy; upon closer inspection, one could see:

Within the black energy, there was a dark seed.

The dark seed was deep, dull, and pure—as if it were pure darkness itself.

It seemed all the dark energy of heaven and earth had converged and compressed into this single seed.

"That's… the Dark Immortal Seed!" Yan Qingying's night-black eyes blazed with unprecedented radiance.

When she inherited the Devouring God Demon Art, she had also received some records, which noted the most suitable Immortal Seed for its disciples.

The Dark Immortal Seed was precisely the most suitable Immortal Seed for the Devouring God Demon Art's heir.

Yan Qingying never expected an Immortal Seed to exist within the Ten Realms Rift.

And even less did she expect it to be the one most suited to her—the Dark Immortal Seed.

"Master's words were right—I have my own opportunity," Yan Qingying's eyes gleamed brightly.

At this moment, she admired Jun Xiaoyao even more—he was like a divine seer, possessing uncanny foresight.

Following such a master, it would be hard not to one day rule all under heaven.

Yet just as Yan Qingying was about to claim the Dark Immortal Seed—

Suddenly, chaotic mist spread through the void; a palm imprint wreathed in chaotic energy descended from the heavens.

Yan Qingying was caught off guard and could only dodge aside.

The Dark Immortal Seed was snatched away by the palm imprint.

"Who is it?!"

Yan Qingying's pale face turned icy, her expression brimming with wrath.

Only before Jun Xiaoyao did she become a gentle, soft girl.

Before others, she showed not a hint of kindness.

In the sky, two figures appeared: a man and a woman.

The man had a face like polished jade, clad in crimson-gold robes, his body wreathed in swirling chaotic energy, radiating overwhelming power.

The woman sat upon a blue lotus, surrounded by divine light, transcendent and otherworldly, her face veiled in gauze, indistinct as a celestial fairy severed from mortal realms.

These two were Li Daoxuan and Ji Qingyi—the strongest of the Rebellious Ten Sons.

"My luck is indeed excellent—I've acquired an Immortal Seed," Li Daoxuan toyed with the Dark Immortal Seed in his hand, a calm smile on his handsome face.

These words turned Yan Qingying's face cold.

The Dark Immortal Seed was clearly her opportunity.

Yet this man had seized it outright.

Still, she could sense Li Daoxuan's extraordinary nature.

And his aura subtly oppressed her.

But what Yan Qingying feared most was Ji Qingyi.

Her aura was too divine.

Even carrying a faint resemblance to Jun Xiaoyao's—both so transcendent, so above all.

Fortunately, Yan Qingying sensed Ji Qingyi had no intention of attacking—she was merely an observer.

"Who are you?" Yan Qingying's dark eyes, deep as black holes, emitted a terrifying devouring force.

Seeing this, Li Daoxuan said coolly: "I can sense you're one of the Rebellious Ten Sons. I'll give you a chance: surrender your World Origin and submit to me, and I'll spare your life."

Hearing Li Daoxuan's words, Yan Qingying finally understood.

She realized why Li Daoxuan had given her that faint sense of oppression.

Because he was likely the strongest among the Rebellious Ten Sons.

The so-called "Worm King."

"No reaction? I've already killed two of the Rebellious Ten Sons—I won't mind killing one more," Li Daoxuan's expression slowly darkened.

Among the Rebellious Ten Sons, there was a faint mutual resonance.

Li Daoxuan had just sensed Yan Qingying's aura and followed it here.

Hearing Li Daoxuan's threat, Yan Qingying smirked.

Did he think killing two Rebellious Sons made him impressive?

Her master, Jun Xiaoyao, had slain far more Rebellious Sons than Li Daoxuan ever had.

"Forget it. My World Origin has already been given to my master—and forevermore, I will serve only him alone," Yan Qingying said coldly.

"What?"

Li Daoxuan's brows darkened like stormy water.

He hadn't expected someone had already subdued Yan Qingying.

And she had willingly surrendered her World Origin.

"You deserve to die!"

Li Daoxuan slammed out a palm; chaotic energy exploded and shattered the void!