Chapter 266

In the wasteland immortal realm, the entrance of Princess Long Ji stirred up new turmoil once more.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao in the lower realms remained utterly unaffected.

The Jun family of the ancient era sent no message calling him back.

Because Jun Zhantian knew Jun Xiaoyao would undergo a great transformation in the lower realms, and thus forbade anyone from disturbing him.

Above the Spirit Altar, within the Ten Realms Rift.

Jun Xiaoyao sat in meditation, unraveling, comprehending the Dao.

He sat as if for eons, the ten realms' primordial sources revolving around him like great stars.

As if the moon orbited the earth.

Jun Xiaoyao did not seek to use the ten realms' primordial sources as a seed.

He intended to forge his own unique path.

His immortal seed was his own Dao.

This was an unconventional form of using the self as the seed.

Of course, it was exceedingly difficult; had it been easy, far fewer prodigies would have perished on the Spirit Altar, reduced to mere skeletons.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao differed from every previous prodigy.

His foundation, his accumulation, his Dao—none could compare to those of the ancient prodigies.

Jun Xiaoyao was the greatest anomaly in heaven and earth, past and present.

His soul was not even of this world.

Thus, Jun Xiaoyao had a chance to walk this path.

Seated upon the stone dais, the cosmic Dao rhythms converged upon him, amplified by his innate enlightenment.

A mist-shrouded path ahead began to faintly emerge.

This state persisted for nearly half a month.

During this time, Jiang Luoli and the others gradually awoke, completing their cultivation.

Each of them made significant progress, immersed in the Dao rhythms of the altar and gaining profound insights.

Jiang Luoli gained deeper understanding of her Primordial Spirit Body.

Yi Yu's Yi God bloodline seemed to be gradually awakening.

Yan Qingying achieved profound comprehension of the Devouring God Technique.

Ji Qingyi and Little Demon Immortal each gained their own rewards, satisfied and fulfilled.

Their gazes, unconsciously, turned toward Jun Xiaoyao and Wang Chuan.

Their ambitions were the greatest.

Little Demon Immortal glanced at Wang Chuan, her small face paling: "Something's wrong."

Ji Qingyi, Jiang Luoli, and the others followed her gaze toward Wang Chuan.

There, thick cycles of reincarnation energy swirled around him, the Six Realms Reincarnation Disc reinforcing his body.

Yet his face was as pale as paper, as if facing immense hardship and obstruction.

Two more days passed; Wang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood, gasping heavily like a fish thrown ashore.

His face was pale, his eyes still trembling with dread.

"How… how could it be so terrifying?" Wang Chuan murmured dazedly, unable to recover his composure.

He had glimpsed a great horror—if he continued down that path, he would face a catastrophic tribulation.

One he could not endure.

Merely sensing it made him feel as if his liver and gallbladder would shatter.

This was not due to Wang Chuan's weak will.

As an ancient anomaly sealed for ten thousand years, how could his will be weak?

But that darkness—the sheer terror—was like a man facing endless void-fear, enough to drive one mad.

"If I hadn't stopped in time, I might have perished outright, body and Dao destroyed," Wang Chuan gasped, his heart unsettled.

He finally understood why the altar was littered with bleached bones.

It was truly a dead end.

Seeing Wang Chuan's face still etched with dread, Little Demon Immortal, Jiang Luoli, and the others all gasped.

What kind of path was this, that even an ancient anomaly had been broken upon it?

Undoubtedly, Wang Chuan had failed.

Yet he was not overly disheartened, for he knew this path was nearly impossible to traverse.

Wang Chuan lifted his gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao, seated atop the Spirit Altar.

"Impossible. This path is a dead end. No one can walk it—not even you," Wang Chuan murmured.

As a Reincarnation Holy Body, he had no need to risk death by forcing himself forward—that was not courage, but stupidity.

So Wang Chuan abandoned it decisively.

From another perspective, this too was a form of unwavering will.

"Xiaoyao brother…"

Seeing even Wang Chuan fail, Jiang Luoli felt a flicker of worry.

It was natural for Jiang Luoli to fear—this was a path few in all history had ever taken.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao himself remained the most serene.

He was using the ten realms' primordial sources to comprehend the essence of heaven and earth, the nature of the cosmos.

This was a high-level form of Dao comprehension—something Jun Xiaoyao's current level should never have touched.

Even sages found it extremely difficult to comprehend such cosmic primordial Dao.

But Jun Xiaoyao was different—his ambition surpassed all others; he sought to forge an invincible Dao foundation even at the most fundamental stage.

"Using the self as the seed… one's own Dao… transcending beyond heaven and earth…"

Jun Xiaoyao murmured, as if speaking in his sleep.

Suddenly, his dantian spiritual sea began to glow—once the place where the immortal seed was refined and anchored.

At the Union Dao realm, one must cultivate a Dao seed suited to oneself.

The higher the rank of the Dao seed, the greater the enhancement it grants the cultivator.

But Jun Xiaoyao intended to use his own body as the seed, grounded in his own Dao.

This was an act against heaven and earth, defying cosmic law.

"Return to the source, seek the original mystery, forge your own path!"

Jun Xiaoyao murmured, then suddenly opened his eyes—as if seeing through past, present, and future in a single glance.

The mist-shrouded path ahead finally became clear before him.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to see it fully—

BOOM!

The heavens trembled.

Streams of flame appeared, falling like fire rain toward Jun Xiaoyao.

"Impossible… that's… Wu Ming Ye Fire!" Jiang Luoli covered her mouth, unable to suppress her cry.

Wu Ming Ye Fire was a tribulation, typically appearing only when a Divine Flame cultivator broke through to the Void God realm.

This Wu Ming Ye Fire was not true fire—it was sin and karma.

To ascend from Divine Flame to the first stage of Holy Saint Ninth Rank, Void God, one must resist this fire.

Divine Flame cultivators use their own divine flame to resist Wu Ming Ye Fire.

If they endure it, they enter the Void God realm; if not, they are burned to ash by the karma fire.

But the problem was—Jun Xiaoyao was only breaking through from Return to Unity to Union Dao, yet Wu Ming Ye Fire had appeared.

This defied all logic.

It was as if heaven itself was hastening his tribulation, seeking to destroy him prematurely.

"Too terrifying—who in this stage could withstand the burning of Wu Ming Ye Fire?" Little Demon Immortal's face turned pale.

Merely sensing the Wu Ming Ye Fire from afar sent shivers down her body.

This terrifying flame was forged from sin and guilt.

It burned not only the flesh but also consumed the soul.

It felt as if one had fallen into the fiery hells of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

At this moment, every gaze was fixed upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Could he endure it?