Chapter 260: Time Is a Blade That Cuts Down Prodigies, on the Path to Immortality One Mourns the Beautiful

At this moment, the five primordial worlds within Jun Xiaoyao's body spontaneously emerged.

Instantly, the ten earthly primordial sources surrounded Jun Xiaoyao.

They made Jun Xiaoyao appear like a supreme divine king, a celestial emperor!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed the only god in heaven and earth.

This scene was deeply etched into the eyes of everyone present.

Not just the earthly prodigies, who stood frozen like petrified statues, even their breathing seeming to halt.

Even Ji Qingyi, Little Demon Immortal, and other immortal sect holy maidens accustomed to grand scenes now felt a faint suffocation.

Because Jun Xiaoyao's aura was utterly transcendent.

Wang Chuan's gaze grew more solemn than ever before.

His invincible Dao heart was shadowed.

This was normal.

Whoever had been sealed for countless years, then emerged believing they could crush all contemporary prodigies,

Would have their Dao heart shaken and unsettled if struck down shortly after awakening.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept over Wang Chuan, Ji Qingyi, and Little Demon Immortal.

Wang Chuan's expression was intensely wary, his eyes heavy.

Ji Qingyi sighed softly, ceased fighting Jiang Luoli, and made her stance clear.

As for Little Demon Immortal, she also abandoned her attack.

Jun Xiaoyao was even stronger, even more monstrous than she had imagined.

"Xiaoyao big brother, I haven't offended you too much, don't strike me—I'm still young, my body is weak, I can't endure fierce punishment," Little Demon Immortal pleaded pitifully, blinking her eyes in weakness.

Jiang Luoli shot Little Demon Immortal a sharp glance.

Why did that sound oddly suggestive?

Seeing Jiang Luoli glare at her, Little Demon Immortal smirked mischievously and glared back.

The two little girls stared at each other, mutually displeased.

Jun Xiaoyao ignored Little Demon Immortal and turned to Wang Chuan.

The only one here with hostility toward him was likely Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan involuntarily stepped back two paces, his expression fiercely wary, face as grim as still water.

Though he desperately wanted the ten-world primordial sources on Jun Xiaoyao, he knew it was utterly unrealistic.

Even if he restored to his peak, suppressing Jun Xiaoyao would be no easy feat.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered darkly—he truly wished to end Wang Chuan once and for all.

Just then, the distant Spirit Altar, perhaps due to the simultaneous manifestation of the ten-world primordial sources, began to change.

An unusual aura emerged.

"The Spirit Altar is changing," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He acted decisively, dashing straight toward the Spirit Altar.

The Spirit Altar was the most important matter; dealing with Wang Chuan was secondary—he couldn't cause any real trouble anyway.

Besides, don't forget Jun Xiaoyao still had a chance to sign in at the Spirit Altar.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao dash toward the Spirit Altar, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and Jiang Luoli followed closely behind.

Ji Qingyi, seeing this, hesitated slightly, then shot forward as a green light streak.

Little Demon Immortal's eyes rolled, she gave Wang Chuan a glance, then darted toward the Spirit Altar.

Wang Chuan hesitated, but hadn't he slept in the lower realms precisely for this greatest opportunity?

He could never abandon it.

After making his decision, Wang Chuan also dashed forward.

Afterwards, the surrounding prodigies surged toward the Spirit Altar like a flood.

Only when they neared the Spirit Altar did Jun Xiaoyao realize:

How ancient and majestic this altar truly was.

Looking out, it stood like a primordial mountain, towering and solemn, radiating primordial, ancient energy.

Most shocking of all were the endless white bones scattered across the altar.

Even after so many years, those bones remained as hard as iron.

Some bones glowed like jade, others shone like gold.

Clearly, these beings had once possessed extraordinary physiques and were mighty heroes.

Yet all of them had perished upon the Spirit Altar.

Thus, this was both a place of opportunity and a burial ground.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, softly sighing: "Time is a blade that cuts down prodigies; on the path to immortality, one mourns the beautiful. If you fail to attain the Dao and become Emperor, you become nothing but a pile of withered bones."

How many heroes of ancient and modern times have vanished into idle talk.

This Spirit Altar is merely a microcosm.

Compared to this, the Emperor's Path ahead is far more brutal.

There, corpses truly pave the road—only the most supreme prodigies can reach the end.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's sigh, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and others felt deeply moved.

Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate—he stepped onto the Spirit Altar.

The instant his foot touched the first step, the entire altar roared with wind and clouds, as if countless ancient hero spirits appeared, and myriad scenes manifested.

The aura here became extraordinarily peculiar, filled with demonic voices piercing the ears, disturbing the mind.

Jun Xiaoyao remained unaffected, centering his spirit, and ascended the altar.

As he stepped forward, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying followed.

They saw Jun Xiaoyao climb steadily and assumed it wasn't difficult.

But when they actually stepped onto the altar, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and others paled.

The terrifying pressure nearly forced them to their knees.

Simultaneously, countless ancient hero spirits disturbed them, demonic voices pierced their ears, making it impossible to calm their minds.

"Is it really this terrifying?" Jiang Luoli's face turned slightly pale.

She urgently activated her Primordial Spirit Dao Body, and felt slightly better.

Yet the more they struggled, the more Jun Xiaoyao's transcendent supremacy shone.

Jun Xiaoyao ascended the altar step by step—though not fast, he was steady, maintaining his own rhythm.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

Seeing Jiang Luoli and Yi Yu's reactions, Little Demon Immortal muttered under her breath.

She refused to believe it, and stepped onto the altar.

The moment she took one step, her pure yet alluring face instantly changed.

She stumbled, nearly face-planting.

Seeing Little Demon Immortal's reaction, Ji Qingyi and Wang Chuan prepared themselves.

Yet when they stepped on, they too couldn't help but pale.

Even just stepping onto the Spirit Altar brought such terrifying pressure.

It was unimaginable how intense the pressure would become further up.

Ji Qingyi's pupils turned again toward Jun Xiaoyao—his steps firm, his expression calm.

Sometimes, the gap between people is revealed here.

"Jun Xiaoyao, is there anything in this world that can truly challenge you, that can shake you?" Ji Qingyi sighed inwardly.

To share an era with a prodigy like Jun Xiaoyao is both fortune and tragedy.

Fortune, because the prodigies of this age witness the birth of a living legend.

Tragedy, because the prodigies of this age will forever live in the shadow of the legend, like insignificant stars beside the sun.