Chapter 353: Cave

Time and space seemed to freeze; all life outside the Burial Realm fell silent.

Though some of these beings had vaguely anticipated it.

Yet when they witnessed it with their own eyes, their hearts still trembled.

All ten Young Kings of the Eternal Burial Land.

Except for Chu Tianba and Lang Huan, the remaining eight were all slain by Jun Xiaoyao.

And these very ones were easily turned against and killed by Jun Xiaoyao while under siege.

Shameful!

Every life in the Burial Land felt a deep sense of humiliation.

Only some powerful figures from the Asura Demon Kingdom sighed in admiration—our princess has excellent taste.

Qin Xian'er also marveled.

She had always disliked all men, yet Jun Xiaoyao was the only one who earned her profound admiration.

"Damn it, damn it!" The Bone Dragon Clan elders roared in fury, and heaven and earth trembled.

Not only the Bone Dragon Clan, but also the elites of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, the Blood Ash Clan, the Corpse Cult, and other factions were all filled with rage, desperate to eliminate Jun Xiaoyao.

"Is our Ancestor still unmoved?" A Bone Dragon Clan elder exchanged spiritual thoughts.

The Bone Dragon Clan elder, Long Hai Zang Huang, was among the top powers of the Burial Land, famed alongside Tian Ming Zang Huang.

"That Jun family prodigy still has that background…" a Bone Dragon Clan elder said warily.

"Even if the Jun family is strong, can they rival the combined might of all these forces in the Eternal Burial Land? Not to mention the ancient terrors deep within the Burial Realm." A being protested bitterly.

Those filled with resentment were not just the Bone Dragon Clan.

Among the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, Blood Ash Clan, Corpse Cult, and others, some beings' eyes flickered, as if plotting something.

If Jun Xiaoyao had merely slain one or two families' prodigies, perhaps his Jun family's influence might have shielded him.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao has nearly wiped out all ten Young Kings.

That means he has offended over ninety percent of the forces in the Eternal Burial Land.

This is no trivial matter that can be easily overlooked.

The only surviving Young Kings now, besides Lang Huan, are merely Chu Tianba.

"Disciple, you must complete that task…" Tian Ming Zang Huang's gaze was profoundly deep.

He had sent Chu Tianba into the Burial Realm to seek the Pool of All Life's Reincarnation.

It was not merely to allow Chu Tianba to transform.

There was another task he must accomplish.

If successful, the Burial Realm might soon undergo great upheaval.

Outside the Burial Realm, all life marveled, clamored, and debated.

Only the Ghost Masked Burial Empress stood like a cold, statuesque figure, utterly motionless.

Jun Xiaoyao's performance had surprised even her.

And that white-robed back figure slowly overlapped with the white-robed youth in her illusion.

Inside the Burial Realm.

Compared to the chaos outside, Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and composed.

He showed no sign of panic despite slaying so many Young Kings.

As if… he had just slaughtered a few chickens.

Even Lang Huan couldn't help muttering: "Young Master Jun, can't you at least look a little more solemn?"

"Why?" Jun Xiaoyao asked in return.

"These dead ones were all precious treasures of the Burial Land's immortal factions—now they're all gone. You've just offended over ninety percent of the Burial Land's powers." Lang Huan said.

"Even if the whole world becomes my enemy, I won't so much as frown—what's the Burial Land by comparison?" Jun Xiaoyao chuckled, utterly unconcerned.

His ambition was to suppress the entire age, even all eternity past and future.

What could the Eternal Burial Land possibly do to him?

"Young Master Jun, don't say any more—I'm getting wet again." Lang Huan's beautiful legs trembled slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao's unintentional aura of dominance was enough to make any woman swoon.

Beauty loves heroes—this is an eternal truth.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao cannot be described merely as a hero.

He is the invincible, peerless myth of all ages!

"Enough. Now that these minor troubles are settled, let's see what treasures lie within this cave." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand, turning toward the skeletal beings.

Both Jun Xiaoyao and Lang Huan acted.

With Jun Xiaoyao's power, he swiftly eradicated the entire group of skeletal beings.

Yet as they first entered the cave's mouth, two Saint-level skeletal beings appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately summoned the God-Slaying Doll and ended the battle in mere moments.

Then, the two entered the cave.

Before them stretched boundless thunderous energy, like a vast ocean.

Jun Xiaoyao was unbothered—he was no Burial Land life, so the thunder energy held no suppression over him.

But Lang Huan, though she had shed some of her deathly aura, still suffered under the thunder's restraint.

Her delicate face was pale, and she felt unwell.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, merely gently vibrating his magic power to shield her.

Lang Huan glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, a sweet smile forming on her lips.

Outwardly fierce, inwardly attentive; though he appeared indifferent, he still protected when needed.

Who wouldn't love such a man?

Lang Huan was increasingly convinced her judgment was flawless.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, saw it as mere casual courtesy.

His attention was fixed entirely on the thunder runes carved into the cave walls.

Within the entire cave, apart from a few treasures, were nothing but these runes—covering every inch of the walls.

Each rune was as intricate as celestial orbits, demanding immense effort to comprehend.

Yet the cave contained a staggering one hundred thousand thunder runes.

Most prodigies could barely memorize them, let alone cultivate them.

"Incredibly profound runes—too complex." Lang Huan glanced for a moment, then shook her head.

She could barely memorize them all, let alone cultivate them—she'd need countless years.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with divine light.

His talent was monstrous beyond compare—even the Eighteen Ancestors had admitted that in their youth, they were no match for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Interesting. So this is the Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art." Jun Xiaoyao scanned the runes once, then smiled.

This discovery pleased him greatly.

"Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art?" Lang Huan was startled—Jun Xiaoyao had understood it at a glance.

"I once read accounts of the Thunder Emperor—he was a being from the Immortal Realm, a monstrous genius with a supreme Thunder Body, his ambition soaring to the heavens, determined to forge his own Great Divine Art."

"And he truly succeeded—he created the Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art, worthy of comparison with the True Dragon Great Divine Art, the Divine Phoenix Great Divine Art, and the Qilin Great Divine Art."

Jun Xiaoyao murmured in awe.

He never expected the Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art's legacy would be hidden here in the Burial Realm.

Such Great Divine Arts were exceedingly rare—even Jun Lingcang possessed only a fragmented version of the Qilin Great Divine Art.

The True Dragon and Divine Phoenix Great Divine Arts were the ancestral arts of the Ancestral Dragon Nest and the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountains—never allowed to leave.

The Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art could rival these—its power was clearly supreme.

"Excellent. With this Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art, I gain another powerful technique, better prepared for the future Immortal Ancient World." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

In the Immortal Ancient World, monstrous prodigies would emerge, and slumbering anomalies would awaken.

Jun Xiaoyao possessed an invincible heart, but he was not merely reckless.

With the Thunder Emperor's Great Divine Art, his power would surge again.

Yet beside him, Lang Huan asked, foolishly: "Young Master Jun, don't tell me you plan to sit here for years meditating on this."