Chapter 324: The Cang Family Ancestor

These words left every member of the Cang family stunned.

Just moments ago, the Cang family head had hesitated—how had he suddenly become so decisive, determined to protect Jun Xiaoyao?

"Head, this cannot be!" cried the Cang family's Grand Elder, pale with shock.

In his view, standing against the Fallen Feather Clan for the sake of an outsider from the human realm was utterly unworthy.

"If you have objections, take them to the Ancestor," the Cang family head said coldly.

"What… the Ancestor…?" The Grand Elder fell silent, his voice catching.

The Cang family Ancestor was the strongest among them—a Saint King.

Moreover, this Cang family Ancestor excelled in divination arts.

Time and again, when the Cang family faced calamities, it was the Ancestor's decisions that saved them.

Thus, every member of the Cang family held the Ancestor in the highest reverence.

Hearing it was the Ancestor's command, the Grand Elder and others had no words left.

In truth, they could not fathom why their own Ancestor would make such an absurd decision.

And now, deep within the Cang family ancestral grounds.

A being sat suspended in empty space.

His flesh was faintly cracked, his face filled with dreadful shock.

Before him lay a tortoise shell, now reduced to dust.

"How is this possible? What terrifying origins does this youth possess? Merely a slight divination triggered backlash—I nearly suffered qi deviation."

This being was none other than the Cang family Ancestor, a Saint King.

Yet now, his expression was one of horror, unable to remain calm.

The Cang family had already reported Jun Xiaoyao's affairs to the Ancestor.

The Ancestor had wished to divine Jun Xiaoyao's origins before making any judgment.

But the moment he began, he was struck by a terrifying force from the unseen.

A Saint King, reduced to near bodily collapse from divination backlash.

Who would believe this?

"What terrifying origins does this youth possess? Who is the terrifying entity shielding him?"

"Supreme Sovereign? No… stronger than a Supreme Sovereign. Could it be a Celestial Zun, a Profound Zun, a Dao Zun —or perhaps… a Pretender Emperor?"

The more the Cang family Ancestor thought, the more his heart trembled.

Merely a trace of aura from the unseen had nearly shattered a Saint King's body.

This surpassed even the capabilities of a typical Supreme Sovereign.

Above the Nine Stages of Tongsheng lie the Seven Realms of Supreme Sovereign.

"Supreme Sovereign" was merely a general, vague term.

The Cang family Ancestor was certain—the entity shielding Jun Xiaoyao was terrifyingly powerful.

"No wonder he dared come alone to the Burial Land. His origins are truly extraordinary. The Fallen Feather Clan may have kicked a iron plate." The Cang family Ancestor shuddered.

He immediately issued orders: do not provoke or neglect Jun Xiaoyao.

The turmoil stirred in the Yinming Realm was unknown to Jun Xiaoyao.

The Cang family, bound by the Ancestor's command, did not disturb Jun Xiaoyao.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was in his meditation chamber.

A thick layer of sacred flame swirled around his body.

He appeared like a God-King of Light.

His aura had already reached the peak of the Divine Flame Realm.

In just a few days, Jun Xiaoyao leapt five minor realms—from the peak of the Heaven-Piercing Realm to the peak of the Divine Flame Realm.

Such rapid breakthroughs would leave anyone speechless.

Other prodigies climbed one minor realm at a time.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, erupted like a geyser.

He did not break through unless he shattered an entire major realm at once.

"Enough. To enter the Nine Stages of Tongsheng, I still need opportunity and accumulation," Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes.

The Nine Stages of Tongsheng: Phantom God, True God, Heavenly God, Dao God, Pretender Saint, Saint, Saint King, Great Saint, Saint Master.

Breaking into the Phantom God Realm was not particularly difficult for Jun Xiaoyao.

But Jun Xiaoyao had ambition—he would never break through just one minor realm.

Slow, incremental breakthroughs, like squeezing toothpaste, were not for him.

Now, having reached the peak of the Divine Flame Realm, Jun Xiaoyao's overall strength had surged.

His magic power immunity had grown even stronger.

Jun Xiaoyao believed that even if he unleashed all six divine arts in full power with the Sixfold Lunhui Fist, he still could not shatter his own magic power immunity in one strike.

This was terrifying.

It meant that against most prodigies, he could remain nearly invincible in short bursts.

Their magic power techniques could not harm him.

And in close combat, his Ancient Holy Body was nearly invincible as well.

Additionally, Jun Xiaoyao had gained the special ability of the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit: he could transform his aura into death energy, rendering him undetectable by the Burial Land's inhabitants.

As Jun Xiaoyao absorbed his gains, he suddenly raised an eyebrow—his gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, gazing far away.

"Come to seek death, do you?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

At the same time, outside White Hope City, three figures appeared in the sky.

One was beast-shaped—a pitch-black leopard with black wings sprouting from its ribs.

Another was a young man who appeared human, but bore a single horn on his forehead.

The third was a human woman.

Her figure was voluptuous, her attire revealing, exposing a serpentine waist, exuding irresistible allure; her pale, snow-white face was exquisitely seductive.

These three beings immediately drew the attention of the Burial Land's inhabitants.

"Those three… are the Fallen Saint Son's followers!" whispered a Burial Land inhabitant.

The beast resembling a black leopard was the Blackwing Demon Leopard.

The horned man was a prodigy of the Single-Horn Clan.

The woman was named Sheji.

As followers of the Fallen Saint Son, these three were well-known in the Yinming Realm.

"That outsider from the human realm has audacity—daring to steal the Young Master's Yin-Yang Divine Fruit, and the Cang family of White Hope City dares to shelter him," the Blackwing Demon Leopard spoke in human tongue, coldly.

"The Young Master is preparing for the Ten Kings Banquet. This trivial matter is enough for us to handle—bring him before the Young Master for his judgment," the Single-Horn Clan youth said calmly.

"I've heard the outsider is extraordinarily handsome, refined and peerless—I wonder if he rivals the Young Master's beauty?" Sheji giggled seductively.

In her limited experience, the Fallen Saint Son was already the most handsome.

"No time to waste. Head straight to the Cang family," the Single-Horn Clan youth waved dismissively.

In moments, the three arrived at the Cang family.

The Cang family head and others had already received word and waited at the gate.

"Your arrival graces our Cang family with honor," the Cang family head forced a bow, gritting his teeth.

Though he was a Saint, he dared not offend the Fallen Saint Son's followers.

"Enough talk. You know why we're here. Make that outsider come out and surrender peacefully," the Single-Horn Clan youth said coldly.

"You go too far!" Cang Yue and Cang Xue glared furiously.

"Heh. Do you Cang family dare oppose the Young Master?" the Blackwing Demon Leopard spoke, voice deep and chilling.

The Cang family head and others froze, unsure how to respond.

At that moment—BOOM! a terrifying aura surged upward!

Vast waves of divine flame erupted like a sea of fire collapsing!

Amidst the tide of flame, Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white robes, stepped forth from the air, resembling an immortal deity!

"What is the Fallen Saint Son? Does he even deserve to be my enemy?"