Chapter 268: The Fallen Holy Body Guards the Dao: Jun Xiaoyao

BOOM!

After a deafening roar, the seven-colored heavenly tribulation struck the spot where Jun Xiaoyao stood.

In an instant, seven-colored lightning spread outward, filling the surroundings with crackling sounds.

Jiang Luoli's mind exploded, her body frozen stiff, unable to move.

"Is he dead?" the surrounding prodigies murmured.

Ji Qingyi and others fixed their gazes tightly on the summit of the altar.

Logically, Jun Xiaoyao had no chance of surviving the seven-colored heavenly tribulation.

As the lightning faded, every pair of eyes froze at once.

Their faces bore expressions of shock.

Because Jun Xiaoyao was unharmed!

And the reason he was unharmed was because a tall, majestic figure stood before him.

Black hair fell to his feet, radiating a deep, demonic aura.

It was the Fallen Holy Body!

The Fallen Holy Body roared to the heavens, his black hair swirling like an invincible god-demon defying heaven and earth!

"This…"

Not just others—even Jun Xiaoyao himself—stunned for a moment.

He had not infused his spiritual force into the Fallen Holy Body.

That meant the Fallen Holy Body was acting on its own will, not under Jun Xiaoyao's control.

But how… was this possible?

Jun Xiaoyao felt doubt.

Yet he recalled that, when he had previously controlled the Fallen Holy Body, there had been moments when its eyes showed a flicker of clarity.

At the time, Jun Xiaoyao had paid it no mind, thinking it an illusion.

Now, it seemed the Fallen Holy Body might still retain some deep-level consciousness?

"But why would it act on its own to protect me?" Jun Xiaoyao wondered again.

At that moment, thunder rumbled again from the heavens.

Heaven, enraged that it had failed to obliterate Jun Xiaoyao in one strike, unleashed wave after wave of seven-colored lightning.

Each bolt could easily kill a Saint.

The Fallen Holy Body roared, stomped the ground, and leapt into the air to meet the tribulation head-on.

Within the Ten Realms Rift, Saint-level power was forbidden.

Yet now, the Fallen Holy Body resisted the seven-colored tribulation solely with physical strength, wielding no Saint-level magic power.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Lightning struck the Fallen Holy Body again and again, yet it did not retreat a single step.

Even as its flesh began to crack, it refused to yield.

Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath and did not hesitate—he seized this moment to continue his contemplation.

Inside him, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had vanished entirely, transformed into nourishment for that cluster of energy.

That cluster of energy was his own Dao.

Within it, images of creation and chaos unfolding into a vast cosmos seemed to emerge.

As this aura gradually spread, the space around him slowly collapsed into nothingness.

As if Jun Xiaoyao's Dao sought to tower above all other Dao, forging its own rules.

"When my Dao emerges, all other Dao shall collapse!"

Jun Xiaoyao gained sudden insight—he focused all his attention inward.

Inside himself, it seemed a world was beginning to take shape.

His world. His Dao. His path.

As Jun Xiaoyao's contemplation deepened, the power of the seven-colored tribulation grew stronger.

Even the Fallen Holy Body's flesh began to crack and gradually disintegrate.

Yet the Fallen Holy Body remained like an unyielding wall, shielding Jun Xiaoyao from all.

Perhaps this was the protection inherent to the Ancient Holy Body lineage.

The Fallen Holy Body hoped Jun Xiaoyao would restore the glory of the Ancient Holy Body, forging a path never before tread.

To break all chains and curses binding the Ancient Holy Body.

BOOM!

In the end, endless waves of seven-colored tribulation completely engulfed the Fallen Holy Body.

Its flesh began to disintegrate.

The Fallen Holy Body was, after all, not the full-strength Ancient Holy Body.

Its body had undergone countless experiments and modifications, losing some of the Ancient Holy Body's original traits.

Thus, under this apocalyptic tribulation, the Fallen Holy Body finally could not hold out.

Its body shattered into fragments, then exploded into ruin.

In that instant of destruction,

It seemed a voice echoed into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"The Holy Body lineage… rests on you now."

"Remember… go to the Ancient Holy Temple…"

BOOM!

After shielding Jun Xiaoyao and expending its final warmth,

the Fallen Holy Body finally dissolved completely, turning to ash and vanishing from the world.

Jun Xiaoyao had no time to be moved by these words.

He was fully absorbed in unraveling the Dao principles.

Yet he heard them—and etched them into his heart.

With the Fallen Holy Body gone,

the seven-colored tribulation now struck Jun Xiaoyao without obstruction.

And at that very moment, countless ancestral spirits reappeared around the Spirit Altar.

Earlier, when Jun Xiaoyao had climbed to the altar's summit, tens of thousands of ancestral spirits had emerged.

But the spirits appearing now numbered far more than tens of thousands.

They numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

Do not think this number is excessive.

Remember, this is the accumulated total across countless eons and ages.

"This… is truly a dead end!"

Seeing the hundreds of thousands of ancestral spirits, Jiang Luoli's face turned pale.

Ji Qingyi and Little Demon Immortal also felt a chill.

They knew this path would be hard—but never this extreme.

It was no different from a dead end.

But the next moment, something astonishing happened.

The hundreds of thousands of ancestral spirits did not target Jun Xiaoyao—they roared at Heaven itself!

Yes, at Heaven!

They had once been ancient geniuses who ascended the altar, seeking to forge their own paths like Jun Xiaoyao.

But they all failed.

Because Heaven had stopped them.

Now, after countless eons, someone might finally walk a path of their own.

These ancestral spirits emerged not to oppose Jun Xiaoyao—but to aid him in defying this unjust Heaven!

Why must mortals be bound by heaven and earth?

Why must they remain prisoners within chains?

This was rebellion against fate!

BOOM!

Hundreds of thousands of ancestral spirits struck as one, rebelling against Heaven!

What terrifying power it was—even the seven-colored tribulation recoiled!

Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of ancestral spirits, stood like the sole god.

Gazing at the ashes of the Fallen Holy Body, at the hundreds of thousands of spirits shielding him,

even Jun Xiaoyao's eyes grew cold.

In his dantian, that cluster of energy compressed infinitely, finally seeming to vanish into nothingness.

Yet within that nothingness, a single point suddenly appeared.

That point encompassed all things, embraced the universe—a brand-new path gradually emerged.

This point did not belong to this world—it was created solely by Jun Xiaoyao.

Just as this point was about to form.

Above the heavens, seven-colored heavenly tribulation intertwined, finally coalescing into a face of lightning.

That lightning face was immense, filling the entire sky.

It opened its mouth, and a terrifying column of lightning surged down toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Even the hundreds of thousands of ancestral spirits, fighting back with all their might, could not resist—they turned to ash amid piercing screams.

Facing this final strike from heaven, meant to obliterate him.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

His Dao, his path, was about to take shape—how could he abandon it now?

"Come then! I, Jun Xiaoyao, dare to challenge the heavens themselves!"

Jun Xiaoyao let out a cold cry, raised his hand, and three sword beams pierced through the boundless void, manifesting forth.

Faintly, a subtle imperial aura began to radiate.

"That is..."

Ji Qingyi, Little Demon Immortal, Wangchuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining prodigies.

Their pupils widened; they drew a sharp breath, their hearts surging with tidal waves!

That was... the aura of an Emperor!