Chapter 255: Xuan Yang Divine Fire, Bone Earth, Spirit Altar

Within the Ten Realms Rift, Jun Xiaoyao and Jiang Luoli surged toward its deepest depths.

Jun Xiaoyao could afford to ignore all other opportunities within the Ten Realms Rift.

But the Spirit Altar was the opportunity he valued most—crucial to his transformation.

The deeper they went, the stronger the resonance emitted by the incense pouch in Jun Xiaoyao's hand.

Clearly, he was not far from the Spirit Altar.

At that moment, a graceful shadow flashed toward them from afar—it was Yan Qingying.

"Young Master."

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao, Yan Qingying called out.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing Yan Qingying's disheveled hair and the lingering aura of battle, Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Yan Qingying told him everything that had happened.

"So that's how it is. Ji Qingyi has descended to the mortal realm and allied with another Rebellious Son—yet this Rebellious Son is clearly no ordinary one, possessing the primordial sources of three realms." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yan Qingying said the Rebellious Son had slain two other Rebellious Sons.

That meant he alone held the primordial sources of three realms.

No ordinary Rebellious Son could be this powerful.

"Young Master, I'm sorry—did I bring you trouble?" Yan Qingying whispered.

Before Li Daoxuan and others, she was a cold, dark queen—but before Jun Xiaoyao, she was a soft, timid girl.

"Hah, no trouble at all. You didn't bring me trouble—you brought me a fat sheep." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

That Rebellious Son named Li Daoxuan, holding the primordial sources of three realms, saved Jun Xiaoyao the effort of collecting world primordial sources himself.

He held five world primordial sources; Li Daoxuan held three.

The remaining two primordial sources, Jun Xiaoyao believed, must also be on some prodigy within the Ten Realms Rift.

Because only those who obtained world primordial sources could enter the Ten Realms Rift.

"Don't worry—your Dark Immortal Seed will be reclaimed," Jun Xiaoyao reassured her.

"Thank you, Young Master," Yan Qingying bowed deeply, her hidden affection impossible to fully conceal.

This made Jiang Luoli pout beside him, though she said nothing.

Wasn't this proof of how irresistible her Xiaoyao brother was? No woman could resist him.

Of course, this also gave Jiang Luoli a sense of crisis—she began plotting how to claim Jun Xiaoyao first.

Should she just make the rice into cooked porridge?

Jun Xiaoyao didn't notice the cunning glint in Jiang Luoli's big eyes—just as he prepared to move out.

Another figure flashed across the distant sky—it was Yi Yu.

Yi Yu's aura was still at the Dao-Union realm.

But it felt different from before.

"Young Master," Yi Yu bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, his face lit with excitement.

"It seems you gained a considerable opportunity," Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

"Yes," Yi Yu extended his hand, flames surging—a crimson fire seed burned fiercely within.

"Hmm? This is… Xuan Yang Divine Fire?" Jun Xiaoyao showed a hint of surprise.

Yi Yu didn't need to seek an Immortal Seed to achieve Dao-Union—he had already fused a True Sun Seed and become a Dao-Union expert.

The next realm after Dao-Union was Nirvana.

Nirvana meant seeking a suitable fire seed, refining one's body, and transforming the Divine Palace's true spirit into a Primordial Spirit infant.

This Xuan Yang Divine Fire was an extremely rare and powerful fire seed, perfectly suited to Yi Yu's innate cultivation nature.

"Good. Wait until you reach the Spirit Altar to refine this fire seed and achieve Nirvana—it will greatly empower you," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yi Yu's choice not to immediately fuse the Xuan Yang Divine Fire was correct.

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Young Master."

Jun Xiaoyao's advice was genuinely meant to help Yi Yu grow stronger.

With such a caring master, Yi Yu felt even deeper gratitude and became more resolute in his devotion to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Enough. Let's go. The prodigies within the Ten Realms Rift should all be converging toward the Altar now," Jun Xiaoyao said.

The four of them reunited and surged together toward the deepest depths of the Ten Realms Rift.

As Jun Xiaoyao and the others moved out.

Other prodigies within the Ten Realms Rift also simultaneously surged toward the depths.

The deeper they went, the more they encountered powerful residual souls and vengeful spirits.

These residual souls seemed to be the lingering spirits of beings who had perished near the Spirit Altar—each one immensely powerful.

Prodigies were occasionally slain by these residual souls.

BOOM!

In one region, two figures appeared.

One was a handsome young man clad in black-gold robes, calmly extending his hand.

The power of reincarnation surged, instantly tearing apart the residual soul ahead.

This pale-skinned, handsome young man was Wang Chuan, the ancient anomaly of the Reincarnation Demon Sect.

Beside him, the girl dressed in a black short skirt, mischievous and fairy-like in her pure yet alluring beauty, was naturally the Little Demon Immortal of the Demon Immortal Sect.

"We must be close to the Spirit Altar now—it's the origin point of the Ten Realms' destiny, holding immense opportunity," the Little Demon Immortal blinked her sparkling eyes, full of anticipation.

"Your rival—the Saintess of the Human Immortal Sect—will probably be there too," Wang Chuan said coolly.

"Hehe, then it'll be a clash of the brave," the Little Demon Immortal laughed.

The two continued forward, and the residual souls along the way could not hinder them in the slightest.

Finally, after about an hour.

They reached the deepest depths of the Ten Realms Rift.

Looking ahead, even the Little Demon Immortal and Wang Chuan were shaken.

For the land before them was a sickly white.

It was not the color of soil—it was the color of bone.

Countless white bones covered the earth in dense, unbroken layers.

At the far end of this bone-strewn land stood a pyramid-shaped altar, radiating an aura of primordial, ancient, and mysterious power.

The ancient altar itself was also covered in bones—just one glance made the scalp tingle with dread.

Was this a place of opportunity—or a place of death?

"Is that the Spirit Altar?" The Little Demon Immortal stared at the bone-covered altar, her face no longer light or playful—now solemn.

"I've buried myself in the mortal realm for so long, all for this opportunity—to transform upon the Spirit Altar and forge a path never walked before," Wang Chuan exhaled deeply.

Forging a path never walked before—this was the shared goal of every legendary prodigy.

But very, very few ever succeeded—nearly zero.

Of course, one could still attain the Emperor realm by following the paths of predecessors.

But humans, by nature, are ambitious.

Especially someone like Wang Chuan, an ancient anomaly.

Around them, a handful of prodigies had also reached this point, and like the two, they stood frozen in stunned silence.

"Let's go," the Little Demon Immortal's gaze sharpened—she prepared to ascend the Spirit Altar with Wang Chuan.

At that moment, a cool, tranquil voice rang out like a mountain spring.

"Little Demon Immortal, I knew you'd be here."