Chapter 351: The Burial Realm

It is well known that the Eternal Burial Land is a place of icy darkness and ill omen.

The living beings of the Burial Land are mostly born from death, inherently restrained by the most yang forces such as thunder and flame.

Therefore, within the Eternal Burial Land, Jun Xiaoyao had rarely encountered any living being capable of wielding thunder or flame.

Even when he did, they were only special energies like yin thunder or Ming fire.

But the thunder power this skeletal being wielded was the purest, most yang form of thunder.

This was somewhat surprising.

The only possibility was that this thunder power was not innate to the skeletal being.

It had been acquired from elsewhere.

What did this signify?

It signified a great opportunity!

Jun Xiaoyao casually swung out a palm, unleashing a hundred billion jin of divine power, shattering the skeletal being.

He picked up a fragment of bone and examined the thunder markings upon it.

"Such intricate patterns—they're nearly approaching the level of great divine arts," Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

Great divine arts are exceedingly rare, such as the True Dragon Great Divine Art, the Divine Phoenix Great Divine Art, the Qilin Great Divine Art, and so on.

Even by Jun Xiaoyao's standards, such great divine arts could not be ignored—he would take them very seriously.

"Still ahead," Jun Xiaoyao pressed deeper.

Along the way, skeletal beings tainted with thunder power grew increasingly numerous.

This confirmed that Jun Xiaoyao's direction was correct.

In one region of the Burial Land lay a silver mountain range.

The entire mountain appeared silver, as if purified and tempered by endless thunder.

At its center was a cave mouth, from which surged boundless lightning.

Around the mountain, skeletal beings wielding thunder power were locked in battle.

And their opponents were none other than the Ten Young Kings—Jiuyou Shuo and others.

All the Ten Young Kings were gathered here except Chu Tianba, including Lang Huan.

After entering the Burial Realm, each had acquired some opportunities, encountered skeletal beings capable of wielding thunder, and eventually converged here.

"Inside that cave, there must be a thunder-type supreme treasure—or a thunder great divine art!" Long Xiang's gaze burned with desire.

Although it seemed odd for Burial Land beings to cultivate thunder arts.

But as Ten Young King-level prodigies, none were ordinary—they found cultivating thunder arts no great challenge.

Moreover, thunder arts possessed devastating offensive power, perfect as a secret trump card.

"It's just these skeletal beings that are such a nuisance," Mo Ling said.

As he spoke, his sidelong glances kept flickering toward Lang Huan's slender form, filled with heat.

"Look again, and I'll pluck out your eyeballs!" Lang Huan's face darkened with fury.

She might be tender and sweet with Jun Xiaoyao.

But to others, she showed no mercy.

Especially to creeps like Mo Ling—she found him repulsive, giving her goosebumps.

If Jun Xiaoyao's appearance was pleasing to the eye,

then Mo Ling's was a horror beyond words.

"You… hmph. That brat won't survive to leave the Burial Realm," Mo Ling's snake-like eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, a voice came from afar.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Hearing this, Mo Ling tensed instantly; Long Xiang, Jiuyou Shuo, and the other prodigies all turned their gazes sharply.

In the distance, Jun Xiaoyao, clad in snow-white robes, walked through the air with hands clasped behind his back.

His gaze was calm as he swept over the scene, then settled on the cave.

"Is that where the opportunity lies?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a flicker of interest.

"Young Master Jun…"

Lang Huan's face lit up; she twisted her waist and flashed forward, landing beside Jun Xiaoyao.

Mo Ling and the others' faces turned grim.

This opportunity here was likely the greatest in the outer reaches of the Burial Realm.

If they pressed further, they might lose their lives.

And now, with Jun Xiaoyao appearing, he clearly intended to claim this prize entirely—leaving them not even a crumb.

"Still standing there? Don't you have the sense to leave?" Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

Simple. Direct. No flattery, no pretense.

"Jun Xiaoyao, we found this place first—it doesn't belong to you alone," Long Xiang said gravely.

"So what? If you don't leave, you die!"

Without another word, Jun Xiaoyao struck—a palm imprint erupted like a corner of heaven collapsing, crushing down on Long Xiang.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you—!" Long Xiang had not expected such decisiveness—no words exchanged, he struck immediately.

He activated a secret technique; his body surged upward, his bony wings flared, and his entire frame was covered in frost-white bone armor, radiating extreme hardness.

Simultaneously, deathly dragon qi churned before him, forming a bone shield.

CRASH!

A hundred billion jin of divine power slammed into the shield, shattering it instantly; Long Xiang's entire body was smashed into the ground.

"All of you—attack together!" Mo Ling roared.

This time, the Ten Young King prodigies did not hesitate—they struck swiftly.

The Xue Sha Clan prodigy and the Lian Shi Sect prodigy moved at once.

Each unleashed their own techniques.

The Xue Sha Clan prodigy summoned his blood sea once more, flooding the heavens and releasing boundless death energy.

The Lian Shi Sect prodigy summoned a coffin again; it exploded in midair.

A red-furred ancient corpse emerged.

This red-furred demonic corpse had been granted to him by a Lian Shi Sect elder, specifically to confront Jun Xiaoyao in the Burial Realm.

Its power was nearly equal to that of a True God.

Jiuyou Shuo's beast eyes also glinted with cunning malice—he too waited for an opening.

As the Ten Young King prodigies launched their assault on Jun Xiaoyao,

beyond the spatial rifts, in the sky, the battle within the Burial Realm materialized in the void.

Seeing the Ten Young King prodigies once again unite against Jun Xiaoyao,

the Burial Land beings watched in tense dread, fearing another repeat.

"No way—this time even Jiuyou Shuo will strike. He's one who can rival Chu Tianba!"

"Right! And that red-furred demonic corpse—it's nearly at True God level. Who can stand against it?"

Murmurs and debates erupted among them.

The Ghost-Faced Burial Empress stood alone in the void, silent, watching the scene.

Within the Burial Realm, the battle began.

The red-furred demonic corpse charged forward, grotesque and ferocious, drenched in demonic aura.

Jun Xiaoyao slammed out a fist; the corpse's chest caved in—but it did not break apart.

"You think the same thing as last time will happen?" the Lian Shi Sect prodigy sneered.

His face was deathly pale, a trickle of blood at his lips.

The red-furred demonic corpse exceeded his control—he was forcing it to act, and it was severely injuring him.

The Xue Sha Clan prodigy and Mo Ling seized the moment Jun Xiaoyao was occupied by the corpse and struck.

Lang Huan did not move—not because she was idle.

But because she saw no need to intervene.

To help would be to doubt Jun Xiaoyao.

"Ants banding together are still ants—crushing one is no different from crushing a hundred!"

Jun Xiaoyao's blood qi surged like an ancient volcano erupting.

His hair streamed as divine radiance blazed around him; the full power of his one hundred and sixty Luo Immortal Bones finally manifested.

Simultaneously, his Supreme Bone glowed faintly with divine light, gathering terrifying energy.

Jun Xiaoyao was about to unleash total slaughter!