Chapter 317

The sky of the Ten Thousand Eons Burial Land was forever dim and gloomy.

A skeletal giant bird spread its wings and flew toward the location of the Yin-Yang Soul Pond.

On the bird's back sat the Cang sisters, Jun Xiaoyao, Gu Chi, and several Cang family Elders.

As they grew more familiar, Cang Xue couldn't help striking up a conversation with Jun Xiaoyao, her deep blue eyes brimming with curiosity.

She was deeply curious about the Immortal Realms beyond the Burial Land.

"I never imagined the Immortal Realms were so vast—divided into Nine Heavens, each with three thousand Dao States, far larger than the Burial Land," Cang Xue said longingly.

"If you get the chance someday, you can go to the Immortal Realms. The world is vast—you should see it," Jun Xiaoyao replied casually.

"Mm, if only I could really leave," Cang Xue nodded her small head.

Beside her, Cang Yue silently shook her head.

Just as beings from the Immortal Realms grew weak and unwell upon entering the Burial Land,

these Burial Land beings struggled to adapt to the laws of the Immortal Realms.

Unless one could cleanse and purify all their death qi, embrace death to attain life, and transform their very life essence.

But that was too difficult—not a single Burial Land being could accomplish it.

Right now, she only wished for Cang Xue to survive.

After three full days, Jun Xiaoyao and the others finally neared the location of the Yin-Yang Soul Pond.

During those three days, Jun Xiaoyao got along well with the sisters.

Mostly because Jun Xiaoyao's features were exceptionally handsome, his speech refined, his vision profound, and his aura mysterious.

Each of these traits held immense allure to the opposite sex.

Most Burial Land beings were grotesque and deformed—imagine how striking Jun Xiaoyao was by comparison.

The sisters couldn't help but feel a faint fondness for him.

At least Jun Xiaoyao didn't look like a villain.

"Young Master, it's just ahead," Cang Yue said, pointing forward to warn Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao looked ahead and saw a basin, where powerful Yin and Yang energies swirled around it.

From other directions in the air, waves of death qi could be sensed.

Those were other forces from the Yin Ming Domain arriving.

The skeletal giant bird landed outside the basin.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao and the others stepped down,

several other factions arrived from other sides of the basin—some riding skeletal birds, others riding bone carriages.

Many carried formidable auras; some seemingly young beings already had cultivation bases near the Divine Flame Realm.

This further confirmed Jun Xiaoyao's suspicion: Burial Land beings generally had cultivation realms one or two levels higher than their counterparts in the Immortal Realms.

This was because Burial Land beings had endless time to cultivate.

"Young Master, you come from outside and don't know the strength of the Yin Ming Domain's young prodigies—they're all formidable, don't underestimate them," Cang Yue said, stepping beside Jun Xiaoyao.

She feared he would grow complacent, end up failing to help them, and instead drag them down.

"For example, that race—the Iron Bone Clan of Iron Bone Ridge—they bury themselves underground, fusing their bodies with rare metals to form steel-and-iron frames, unmatched in physical strength," Cang Yue said.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced over.

The Iron Bone Clan looked bizarre—some humanoid, some bestial.

They all shared one trait: tiny metallic glimmers shimmered across their entire bodies.

Their flesh had long been buried underground, fused with metal, transforming into diamond-like divine bodies.

But Jun Xiaoyao ignored them entirely.

Before the Ancient Holy Body, what body could claim unmatched physical strength?

"And that race—the Green Ghost Clan—they excel at necrotic curses and can unleash soul-audio attacks," Cang Yue continued.

Jun Xiaoyao looked: the Green Ghost Clan all had green faces, fangs, and repulsive appearances, with green wings sprouting from their backs.

But Jun Xiaoyao paid them no mind.

His Ancient Holy Body carried sacred blood qi, immune to most curses.

In terms of soul power, Jun Xiaoyao possessed three lifetimes' Primordial Spirits—he had no reason to fear the Green Ghost Clan.

"Hmm, they've arrived too," Cang Yue said, her face darkening as she spotted a certain faction.

Clearly, the Cang family had clashed with this group before.

Jun Xiaoyao followed Cang Yue's gaze.

They were a group resembling humans; at the front stood a young man in purple robes, wreathed in deathly Ming energy.

Beside him stood a figure draped in a black cloak.

At that moment, the young man noticed Cang Yue and the others.

He opened his mouth to speak—but his gaze landed on Jun Xiaoyao.

"Such potent life force… an outsider?" The purple-robed youth showed surprise.

This instantly drew attention from all surrounding factions.

"Those are the Cang sisters—they brought an outsider with them," whispered a being from the Iron Bone Clan.

"A living person! I haven't seen one in ages—fresh flesh."

The Green Ghost Clan's gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao was unhidden, ravenous, bloodthirsty—

like a predator locking onto prey.

Rarity commands value.

Outsiders who entered the Ten Thousand Eons Burial Land were exceedingly rare.

Perhaps one appeared every few decades or even centuries.

And Jun Xiaoyao's blood qi was overwhelmingly strong—practically a supreme blood treasure.

No wonder the Green Ghost Clan coveted him.

Seeing the hostile eyes closing in around him, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained cold.

He grew even more determined to obtain the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit.

Otherwise, trouble would follow him wherever he went.

"Heh, Cang Yue, have you run out of allies that you've brought an outsider—especially one at the Heaven-Piercing Realm?" the purple-robed youth laughed.

He was from the Gongming Clan, named Gongming Lan.

The Gongming and Cang families had once clashed over territorial disputes.

And Gongming Lan had long coveted the sisters.

"What's it to you?" Cang Yue felt nothing but endless revulsion toward Gongming Lan.

"Heh, when the Divine Fruit contest begins, this outsider will be immediately fought over, torn apart, and devoured as blood food," Gongming Lan said dismissively.

Though Jun Xiaoyao's aura was mysterious and profound, he saw no need to care for an outsider at the Heaven-Piercing Realm.

"I wonder if you've been buried underground too long—did your brains fill with dirt or water?"

Jun Xiaoyao turned his head slightly and spoke calmly.

This single sentence stunned every faction present.

Then, cold gazes—like swords—pierced Jun Xiaoyao from all sides.

Jun Xiaoyao had insulted every Burial Land being here.

Even Cang Yue's expression changed slightly.

If Jun Xiaoyao provoked their wrath, she might not be able to protect him.

As the atmosphere froze, the figure in the black cloak beside Gongming Lan stepped forward, speaking in a hoarse voice:

"Interesting—a reckless outsider. The Young Master would find him most intriguing."

As the figure spoke, he removed his black cloak.

He was a being with a pair of rotting wings, radiating thick, putrid death qi—his cultivation had reached the peak of the Divine Flame Realm.

"Impossible—you summoned him?" Cang Yue gasped in shock.

She hadn't expected Gongming Lan to bring this monster.

Who would dare steal the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit from him?