Chapter 366: The Eight Divinity Legions of the Divine King, Demon King Li Xin, Swear to Serve the Jun Family Through Fire and Water!

After the Ninth Stage of Transcending Sage, comes the Seven Realms of Supreme Sovereign.

Because Supreme Sovereigns tower above all, mortals collectively refer to them as the Unsurpassed Supreme Sovereign.

Yet the Seven Realms of Supreme Sovereign are themselves divided into seven stages.

Pseudo-Supreme Sovereign, Supreme Sovereign, Lesser Celestial Zun, Greater Celestial Zun, Unsurpassed Mysterious Zun, Creation Divine Zun, Chaotic Dao Zun.

Aside from Pseudo-Supreme Sovereign, ordinary Unsurpassed Supreme Sovereigns are mostly merely at the basic Supreme Sovereign realm.

Beyond that, Lesser Celestial Zun cultivators are even rarer.

The difficulty of ascending each realm within the Seven Realms of Supreme Sovereign rivals the combined difficulty of all nine stages of Transcending Sage.

Imagine how vast this gap is.

At this moment, that blade slash sweeping across ten thousand li of heaven carried the aura of a Celestial Zun.

Even a Lesser Celestial Zun is far beyond what these Supreme Sovereigns can resist.

"Soul-Devouring Bell!" Tianming Zanghuang directly summoned the Pseudo-Imperial Artifact, Soul-Devouring Bell.

The other Zanghuangs also unleashed their greatest techniques, trying to withstand this blade slash.

BOOM!

This blade slash shattered the heavens—Tianming Zanghuang fared better, being among the top three strongest in the Ten Regions of Burial Land, merely shoved back.

But the other three Zanghuangs were not so fortunate.

Tianzhu Mozun and the Burial Emperor of the Devouring Heaven Serpent Clan both spat out gouts of blood.

The blood splattered, smashing and collapsing a vast stretch of earth.

The Master of the Corpse Cultivation Sect fared worse—his summoned Corpse Emperor directly took the full force of this blade slash upon its head.

The Corpse Emperor, whose body was as unbreakable as a Supreme Sovereign's, was cleaved cleanly in two by this single slash!

"No!"

The Master of the Corpse Cultivation Sect's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared.

Most of his strength was invested in the Corpse Emperor.

With the Corpse Emperor destroyed, his combat power was nearly equal to that of a Pseudo-Supreme Sovereign.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

No one had anticipated such a reversal.

From deep within the Ten Thousand Spirits Graveyard, a towering figure slowly stepped forward.

With each step, the heavens trembled, and space rippled in Cengceng waves.

He was a tall, imposing middle-aged man, his eyes holding traces of ancient weariness, black hair falling to his heels.

His entire body was covered in countless scarred wounds, caked with dust accumulated over eons.

In his right hand, he held a cleaver as tall as a man, its blade stained with dark red, dried blood.

The world-shattering blade slash moments earlier had come from his hand.

This figure radiated an aura as deep as an abyss, as demonic as a demon lord—making even Supreme Sovereigns' eyes flicker with dread.

He was none other than the figure who had sat motionless like a statue in the ancient cave deep within the Ten Thousand Spirits Graveyard.

Upon sensing Jun Xiaoyao's aura, he awoke!

Like a slumbering lion stirring, his roar shook mountains and rivers!

"A Lesser Celestial Zun cultivation base… could it be… you?!"

Upon seeing this figure, Tianming Zanghuang and the others' pupils contracted sharply.

They recalled the terrifying calamity over a decade ago.

Even they, as Supreme Sovereigns, dared not approach too closely.

This man had been the attendant who stood beside that Jun family taboo figure back then.

Yet even as merely an attendant, his cultivation was sufficient to sweep the land.

Now, this middle-aged man's gaze was utterly cold, brimming with annihilating killing intent.

To him, Tianming Zanghuang and the others were nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter.

The middle-aged man's eyes first fell upon Ajiu.

Ajiu had already noticed him.

"You've been guarding here all along… Demon King Li Xin…" Ajiu's double pupils revealed a flicker of nostalgic emotion.

The middle-aged man's gaze finally settled on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also regarded this suddenly appearing man.

To be honest, he had doubts.

Had this man been guarding deep within the Ten Thousand Spirits Graveyard all this time?

Yet Jun Xiaoyao could sense no killing intent toward him from this man.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have unleashed that blade slash to save him.

"You are…" Jun Xiaoyao paused.

All beings of Burial Land held their breath.

Who exactly was this terrifying Lesser Celestial Zun who had suddenly appeared?

The middle-aged man walked step by step until he stood before Jun Xiaoyao.

Only then did Jun Xiaoyao notice the countless horrifying scars covering the man's body.

It was unimaginable that a man bearing such grievous wounds had survived.

The middle-aged man gazed at Jun Xiaoyao, and within his deep, black, abyss-like eyes, a faint, unmistakable tremor stirred.

That gaze carried a hint of… relief and tenderness.

The next instant, before the gaze of all Burial Land beings,

this man knelt on one knee before Jun Xiaoyao.

"Under the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wu-hui, the Eight Divinity Legions, Li Xin, pays homage to the Young Master!"

His resounding words shook the heavens and earth!

The entire assembly froze for a moment, then every Burial Land being stared, dumbfounded, unable to believe it!

A Lesser Celestial Zun of such stature knelt before Jun Xiaoyao!

It was utterly shocking, sending chills down every spine!

Yet Tianming Zanghuang and the others, upon hearing this, clenched their pupils tighter, instinctively flashing fear in their eyes.

The White-Robed Divine King Jun Wu-hui was the Jun family taboo figure who had wreaked havoc across the Ancient Burial Land over a decade ago!

A man who had stormed deep into the Burial Realm and even sealed the entire Burial Realm!

Even today, merely hearing the name Jun Wu-hui still left Tianming Zanghuang and the others trembling with fear!

Yet none of the hearts here were shaken as profoundly as Jun Xiaoyao's.

He had long suspected that the taboo figure who had ravaged Burial Land over a decade ago might be his father.

But he had never confirmed it.

Now, a corner of the secret was unveiled.

One of his father's Eight Legions had appeared.

And his cultivation was so formidable.

"Rise, Elder."

For his father's loyal subordinate, Jun Xiaoyao would never put on airs.

Moreover, seeing Li Xin's countless scars, Jun Xiaoyao could imagine how grueling that Burial Land war must have been.

That Li Xin had survived, and guarded the Ten Thousand Spirits Graveyard until now,

such unwavering loyalty was deeply moving!

"Your servant Li Xin vows to serve the Jun family for all generations, through fire and water!"

"Now, I shall eradicate all enemies for the Young Master!"

Li Xin rose, his cleaver held horizontally, and a terrifying, abyssal, demonic aura erupted from him!

The Eight Directions trembled, the Four Wilds shook, stars rained down, the heavens collapsed!

Li Xin, one of the Eight Divinity Legions under Jun Wu-hui, known as the Demon King!

With his cleaver, he had severed sun, moon, and star-rivers!

On the other side, Ajiu, still locked in combat with the Dragon Corpse Zanghuang, drew a sharp breath upon witnessing this.

Though she bore the Double Pupils and was formidable, among the Eight Divinity Legions, she ranked at the very bottom.

Li Xin, however, carried the bloodline of the Ancient Demon Gods—he was one of Jun Wu-hui's most capable warlords back then!

"I never thought the remnants from that era had somehow survived—but though you are a Lesser Celestial Zun, you bear grievous wounds; how much of your power remains now?"

Though Tianming Zanghuang and the others wore grim expressions, they did not retreat immediately.

Li Xin was covered in scars; though his aura was terrifying, who knew if he was merely a dying ember?

More importantly, the Burial Realm's seal was about to break—when the sealed Burial Realm elders emerged, even Li Xin would be powerless to stop them.

Li Xin's gaze swept coldly over Tianming Zanghuang and the others, his cleaver pointing directly at the Zanghuangs.

"You disrespected the Young Master—pay with your lives!"