Chapter 311

The Wangu Burial Land—no one didn't know where it was.

It was absolutely a dead zone, a forbidden land.

No one dared even speak of it, fearing some unseen calamity might befall them.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao intended to enter the Wangu Burial Land.

It was like a boulder falling into the sea, stirring up ten-thousand-zhang waves.

If Jun Xiaoyao had fully grown and reached the Saint realm or beyond,

then entering the Wangu Burial Land wouldn't be so alarming.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao was merely at the Heaven-Piercing Marquis realm.

Though among the younger generation, Jun Xiaoyao stood at the pinnacle.

In a place like the Wangu Burial Land, a Heaven-Piercing realm was utterly insignificant.

That was why everyone was astonished—Jun Xiaoyao's move was no different from walking to his death.

"What's wrong with the Jun family's divine child? Why would he want to go to a dead zone like the Wangu Burial Land?"

"Yes, even speaking of that forbidden place makes one shudder. Is the Jun family's divine child truly suicidal?"

"I heard the Jun family's divine child is going to the Wangu Burial Land to seek medicine for a great figure of the Jiang family."

"I heard too—he's become the Jiang family's Young Master."

Along with the news of Jun Xiaoyao entering the Wangu Burial Land,

came the news that Jun Xiaoyao had become the Jiang family's Young Master.

Naturally, this stirred up another storm.

Jun Xiaoyao's status had already been extremely noble.

Now he had become the Jiang family's Young Master.

This meant Jun Xiaoyao had truly become the heir revered by both great ancient clans.

"Sigh, if I were Jun Xiaoyao, wouldn't it be better to cultivate peacefully? Why risk death by going to the Wangu Burial Land?"

"Exactly. Jun Xiaoyao has had smooth sailing all along—he's destined to become an Emperor. Why take this risk?"

Many couldn't understand.

"Hmph, the Jun family's divine child has always been arrogant. If he doesn't return from the Wangu Burial Land, that'll be interesting."

Some beings spoke coldly, watching with amusement.

Those who said this were mostly Jun Xiaoyao's enemies—like the Ancient Imperial Clans and the Fallen God Palace.

"If he doesn't return, fine. But even if he does return, if he misses the opening of the Immortal Ancient World, he'll fall behind."

"Yes, one misstep leads to endless missteps. If he misses the Immortal Ancient World, Jun Xiaoyao will be overtaken by all other prodigies."

"Jun Xiaoyao's unbeaten dominance among the younger generation may be ending."

Many in the Immortal Realm judged that Jun Xiaoyao had made a wrong move.

In the Dragon's Nest, within a golden dragon palace floating in the sky,

Princess Long Ji sat upon a golden dragon throne.

Hearing the news, her beautiful eyes flickered uncertainly.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't you dare die in the Wangu Burial Land—otherwise, who will I seek revenge on?"

Princess Long Ji raised her jade hand, spreading five fingers like spring onions.

A single drop of blood, golden with a tinge of blue, floated within.

A terrifying, incomparable aura radiated from that drop of blood.

The surrounding void trembled and shuddered, as if unable to bear its power.

That drop of blood was none other than the blood of the Azure Dragon Ancient Emperor!

In other words, it was equivalent to a single drop of blood from a human Emperor!

Though only one drop, that energy was far beyond what any ordinary being could withstand.

Princess Long Ji had previously lacked the strength to assimilate this drop of Ancient Emperor's blood, so she had kept it stored.

But now, the humiliation of her defeat at Jun Xiaoyao's hands had hardened her resolve—she would assimilate this drop of Ancient Emperor's blood.

"Your Highness, with your current cultivation base, assimilating this drop of Ancient Emperor's blood may be too reckless," said Canglong Jiang.

"I can't wait any longer. The Immortal Ancient World is about to open. I must surpass everyone and reclaim my place at the summit."

"And Jun Xiaoyao—if he survives the Wangu Burial Land, I will personally erase this humiliation!" Princess Long Ji declared firmly.

Elsewhere, in the Ji family, within a valley's spiritual vein,

Ji Qingyi sat upon a blue lotus, her crystal-clear pupils filled with contemplation.

"Wangu Burial Land… Brother Xiaoyao, can you survive and walk out?" Ji Qingyi murmured.

If Jun Xiaoyao could survive and emerge from the Wangu Burial Land, it would unquestionably be another impossible miracle.

In the Demon Immortal Sect, within the Demon Immortal Castle,

Little Demon Immortal had also heard the news.

"No wonder he's Brother Xiaoyao—so brave. I hope you come back alive."

"Then in the Immortal Ancient World, I'll finally test Brother Xiaoyao's true strength," Little Demon Immortal giggled to herself.

In short, the major forces of the Huangtian Immortal Realm held differing views on Jun Xiaoyao entering the Wangu Burial Land.

Some worried, some watched with amusement, some mocked, and some even cursed his demise.

Naturally, the news also reached the Jun family.

The Jun family's succession line all felt some concern.

Even Jiang Linglong, Jiang Ying'er, and Yan Qingying were deeply worried.

They placed unconditional trust in Jun Xiaoyao, believing he could overcome any hardship.

But the Wangu Burial Land truly exceeded their imagination.

Deep within the Jun family's ancestral lands, the Eighteenth Ancestor spoke with the Sixteenth Ancestor.

"That old man from the Jiang family is truly ridiculous—half-dead and still sending Xiaoyao into danger to seek the Immortal Grass," the Sixteenth Ancestor grumbled.

He had the appearance of a ten-year-old child, yet his eyes were ancient, heavy with age.

"Treat this as Xiaoyao's trial. The Wangu Burial Land holds great mysteries, but if anyone dares harm a Jun family member, hmph…" The Eighteenth Ancestor's old eyes narrowed slightly.

If the Jun family grew angry, they wouldn't care about consequences—they would crush the Wangu Burial Land at any cost.

"Does he have someone inside the Wangu Burial Land?" the Sixteenth Ancestor suddenly asked, sounding oddly cryptic.

"Yes, there is one," the Eighteenth Ancestor nodded.

"Then Xiaoyao shouldn't have any problems," the Sixteenth Ancestor said, his gaze deep as he gazed toward the Wangu Burial Land.

His subordinate would never let Jun Xiaoyao come to harm.

While the entire Huangtian Immortal Realm was in uproar over Jun Xiaoyao's entry into the Burial Land,

Jun Xiaoyao himself remained at ease, cultivating within a luxurious palace specially prepared for him by the Jiang family.

The entire palace was built atop a massive spiritual vein, with rolling spiritual energy permeating the air.

Inside the palace,

Jun Xiaoyao's final piece of Immortal Source turned transparent, then dissolved into ash.

Jun Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes.

"One hundred and sixty." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

After refining three thousand lower-grade Immortal Sources, he had forged only twenty Great Luo Immortal Bones, bringing his total to one hundred and sixty.

The Great Luo Undying Immortal Body was truly harder to cultivate the further one progressed—the resource consumption was terrifying.

"I hope I can return from the Wangu Burial Land in time for the Immortal Ancient World—otherwise, it'll be a huge loss," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

At that moment, a soft, melodious voice came from outside the palace.

"Xiaoyao, did I disturb you?"

It was Jiang Shengyi's voice.