Chapter 313: The Void Chilling Wind Zone, the Burial Ground of Bones, Sign-In Reward

The Eternally Buried Soil is a famed deadly zone in the Immortal Realm, not located within any of the Three Thousand Dao States.

It exists instead as an independent space beyond the Three Thousand Dao States.

One may reach the Eternally Buried Soil from Manzhou, in the extreme west.

Jun Xiaoyao did not pause en route, passing through numerous teleportation arrays to head toward Manzhou.

As for those secretly watching him, Jun Xiaoyao paid them no mind.

In the Huangtian Immortal Realm, no one dares openly attack Jun Xiaoyao.

Besides, Jun Xiaoyao is about to enter the Eternally Buried Soil.

No one would move against him at this moment.

To them, the Eternally Buried Soil is where Jun Xiaoyao will be buried.

Thus, those secretly observing merely wished to see whether Jun Xiaoyao would truly enter the Eternally Buried Soil.

Or whether it was merely a feint.

Because Manzhou lies in the extreme west, Jun Xiaoyao took nearly half a month to reach it.

The entire Manzhou was desolate, its land barren.

Due to its proximity to the Eternally Buried Soil, virtually no factions or lifeforms maintained a permanent presence here.

Those who came to Manzhou were mostly outlaws, treasure hunters, gold prospectors, and the like.

Because it bordered the Eternally Buried Soil, rare treasures and ancient scriptures occasionally surfaced, drawing fierce competition.

After entering Manzhou, Jun Xiaoyao headed directly for its edge.

Along the way, he naturally drew the attention of many.

"That's… the Jun Clan's Divine Son. What is he doing in Manzhou?"

"Haven't you heard the news? The Jun Clan's Divine Son is entering the Eternally Buried Soil?"

"What? Is the Jun Clan's Divine Son suicidal?"

Some treasure hunters, upon hearing this, nearly bulged their eyes out.

They claimed to be searching for treasures, but in truth, they stayed far from the Eternally Buried Soil, only operating at its fringes.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, intended to enter the Eternally Buried Soil itself.

That was an entirely different matter.

"My goodness, the Jun Clan's Divine Son is a real beast—if he survives, it'll be incredible…"

Many, curious, followed behind Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao paid them no mind.

Finally, after a day.

The airship Jun Xiaoyao rode halted in the void.

He gazed into the distance, frowning slightly.

Before him lay what seemed a chaotic space, like another world entirely.

Dark, chilling winds swept through the void, occasionally revealing spatial fissures.

A faintly visible black region flickered in and out from the depths of the void.

Surrounding black mist obscured all clarity.

Though it was daytime, that vast expanse remained dim.

The howling of the chilling winds sounded like ghosts and gods wailing.

Even without other dangers, merely this atmosphere could drive one to retreat.

Someone with a weak heart might even soil themselves from fright.

"Is that the Eternally Buried Soil?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

"That is only a corner of the Eternally Buried Soil. The entire zone is immensely vast, bordering multiple Immortal Realms."

At that moment, a graceful gray-clad figure materialized from the void—it was Ajiu.

She explained to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Hmph, interesting. It makes me even more curious." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Facing the Eternally Buried Soil, a place that made ordinary mortals pale with fear, Jun Xiaoyao remained utterly calm, even curious.

"Young Master, if I were to enter the Eternally Buried Soil, my presence would draw the attention of its great figures. To avoid hindering your search for the Nine Marvelous Reincarnation Immortal Grass, I must remain outside."

It was not that she refused to protect Jun Xiaoyao inside.

But if she accompanied him in, she would immediately attract the notice of terrifying Eternally Buried Soil lifeforms.

Jun Xiaoyao could never search for the Nine Marvelous Reincarnation Immortal Grass in peace.

"I planned to go alone anyway," Jun Xiaoyao smiled, unbothered.

"If you face mortal danger within the Eternally Buried Soil, I will sense it instantly—and I will enter at once, risking my life to protect you."

Ajiu's voice was calm, yet carried an air of absolute certainty.

Clearly, even the peril of the Eternally Buried Soil could not deter Ajiu from guarding Jun Xiaoyao.

"Thank you," Jun Xiaoyao said sincerely.

Though he knew Ajiu protected him out of respect for his father, Jun Wu-hui.

But Jun Xiaoyao would make Ajiu know.

He was worth following!

Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate, did not waver—he stepped directly into the Eternally Buried Soil!

Ajiu watched Jun Xiaoyao's figure fade slowly into the chilling winds.

She gazed toward the distant burial land, her eyes momentarily lost in thought.

"There is a trace of the Master's aura within the burial land…"

"And is he still holding fast within it?"

Ajiu grew lost in memory, recalling many past moments.

The Eight Divine Legions of the Divine King—terrifying the Immortal Realm, forcing all heroes to retreat!

Meanwhile, those secretly watching from afar, upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao truly enter the Eternally Buried Soil, voiced various reactions.

Some admired, some praised, some watched like spectators, some cursed, some sighed in relief.

All present understood.

If Jun Xiaoyao did not emerge from the Eternally Buried Soil, it meant this era had lost a peerless supreme powerhouse.

But if Jun Xiaoyao ultimately emerged…

Then…

Jun Xiaoyao's myth of invincibility would climb to an even higher peak.

To a height unattainable by the younger generation!

…

While the outside world held divergent views on Jun Xiaoyao's choice,

Jun Xiaoyao focused solely on the present.

Endless chilling winds blew from unknown depths of the void.

A single wisp could easily tear apart the body of a Divine Flame Realm cultivator.

Jun Xiaoyao's spiritual sense was exquisitely sharp, allowing him to avoid many dangers in advance.

Yet even so, he was no god—he could not evade every peril.

For instance, now, three gusts of chilling wind swept toward him from all directions, sealing off his surrounding space.

Under such a death trap, even a Divine Flame Realm cultivator would perish.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

He waved one hand, and an ancient armor materialized, shielding his form.

The chilling winds struck the ancient armor, causing countless ancient, mysterious runes to flare to life.

This armor was a protective treasure gifted to him by his maternal grandfather, Jiang Daoxu.

A treasure from a Supreme Sovereign—its rarity and power were unimaginable.

Moreover, what Jiang Daoxu gave him was not merely this.

Upon Jun Xiaoyao entering the burial land, Jiang Daoxu had naturally loaded him with every valuable item to ensure his safety.

Finally, under the protection of this ancient armor,

Jun Xiaoyao broke through the chilling wind void and his feet touched solid ground.

Looking around, even Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with surprise.

This was an endless expanse of buried bones.

The earth itself was paved with pale white skeletal remains.

Unknown colossal beast bones rose like rolling hills.

This was a dead, lifeless zone where no mortal dared tread—eerily unsettling, everywhere steeped in strangeness.

Jun Xiaoyao could feel the entire realm saturated with death energy, utterly unfit for life.

Even the vigorous blood qi of his Ancient Holy Body struggled to harmonize with this realm's atmosphere.

"Is this the burial ground surrounding the Eternally Buried Soil?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

The outer rim of the Eternally Buried Soil was a ring of burial ground, brimming with infinite peril.

At that moment, a system prompt echoed in Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You have arrived at the check-in location: Ten Thousand Eons Burial Ground. Would you like to check in?"

"Check in."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes brightened.

He was curious—what good thing could he check in for within the Ten Thousand Eons Burial Ground?