Chapter 379: The Coiled Dragon Awakens—His Roar Shakes a Thousand Mountains!

The Immortal Ancient World opened, with three thousand spatial flowers blooming across the three thousand Dao States, drawing countless prodigies inside.

The stage for domination has been set, and the curtain has already risen.

Now, all that remains is to see who will be the last to laugh upon it.

Regarding the Immortal Ancient World, many factions adhere to an unwritten rule.

Killing is permitted within the Immortal Ancient World.

Even if one's own prodigy is slain, they can only swallow their teeth and bear it silently.

Thus, for all participating prodigies, the Immortal Ancient World is both a land of opportunity and a possible grave.

As the prodigies entered the Immortal Ancient World, the long-dormant realm grew lively.

The Immortal Ancient World does not exist upon the three thousand Dao States, but is an independent space, severed from the Immortal Realm since ancient times and passed down through the ages.

Therefore, its many opportunities are exceedingly ancient and hold great value for contemporary prodigies.

At the very least, they now have a chance to catch up to the ancient anomalies.

Upon entering the Immortal Ancient World, all prodigies frantically searched for opportunities.

Their sole goal in the early stage was clear.

Break through, break through, and break through again.

If one wished to make a name for themselves on the Emperor's Path later, they must at least reach the True God Realm.

The ancient anomalies were fine, but contemporary prodigies lagged slightly in realm.

Thus, they urgently needed to seek opportunities to break through.

While seeking opportunities, many prodigies inevitably perished—this was unavoidable.

One general's glory is built upon ten thousand bones.

One prodigy's successful breakthrough meant hundreds or thousands of others became nameless, withered bones.

Meanwhile, above the Huangtian Immortal Realm,

Figures from numerous factions gathered together.

A colossal mirror floated above the heavens.

Within it, countless scenes were reflected.

This was the Immortal Ancient Mirror, capable of reflecting all scenes from within the Immortal Ancient World.

Though the mighty of all races could not enter the Immortal Ancient World, they could use the Immortal Ancient Mirror to observe their descendants' conditions inside.

At this moment, around the Immortal Ancient Mirror, densely packed, stood hundreds of thousands of beings.

These were the leaders, sect heads, abbots, clan elders, and others from countless factions of the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

Many other Immortal Realm beings had come merely to watch the spectacle.

It was, without doubt, extraordinarily lively.

The area closest to the Immortal Ancient Mirror was occupied by the mighty of the immortal factions.

Among them, the Jun Clan held the position nearest to the Immortal Ancient Mirror.

Jun Zhantian and other clan elders were all present.

On the opposite side of the Immortal Ancient Mirror lay the territories of the great ancient imperial clans.

At this moment, the elders of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain, and Qilin Ancient Cave all looked toward the Jun Clan with faint, knowing smirks.

Jun Xiaoyao had not appeared, nor had he entered the Immortal Ancient World.

This gave the ancient imperial clan prodigies a chance to grow in secret, at least without fearing Jun Xiaoyao's targeting.

On another side, the Wang Clan of the North also occupied a territory.

Wang Clan's patriarch, Wang Yuanba, suddenly smiled faintly and said, "The Jun Clan's divine son is indeed impulsive—daring to enter alone into the Ten Thousand Eons' Burial Ground. Though he may not perish, he certainly won't arrive in time."

Wang Yuanba's tone carried a hint of malicious delight.

Jun Xiaoyao was regarded as Wang Teng's greatest rival.

Now that Jun Xiaoyao could not arrive, Wang Teng would seize the opportunities and grow even stronger.

With this shift in balance, Wang Teng would soon leave Jun Xiaoyao far behind.

No wonder Wang Yuanba was so delighted.

"Hmph, my grandson possesses the bearing of an Emperor—how could your brat compare?" Jun Zhantian's aged face was cold.

"Heh, my son Wang Teng is the one with the bearing of an Emperor—he will surely ascend to become an Emperor," Wang Yuanba retorted sharply.

Hearing these two, the surrounding immortal faction elders fell silent.

How had everyone suddenly become an Emperor's heir?

Yet such bickering clearly held no real significance.

What everyone now cared about was the situation inside the Immortal Ancient World.

All prodigies who entered were randomly teleported to different regions.

A few unlucky prodigies were directly sent into deadly zones or ancient ruin arrays, dying the moment they landed.

Many others were extremely fortunate, landing directly on sites of great opportunity.

For instance, Long Ao, upon arriving in the Immortal Ancient World, found a Dragon Scale Fruit tree beside him, heavy with ripe Dragon Scale Fruits.

These fruits greatly aided dragon lineage cultivation—though not as potent as Immortal Medicines, they were nearly as powerful.

"Ha! The fate of this age truly favors me!" Long Ao laughed aloud, immediately claiming the opportunity.

"Next, I'll seek opportunities to break through, conquer Princess Long Ji, and then carry out that plan," Long Ao's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest, Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain, Qilin Ancient Cave, and other ancient imperial clans

had secretly formed a meticulous plan.

If this plan were executed, it would deliver a devastating blow to the Jun Clan's younger generation.

On another front, Wang Teng also enjoyed good fortune—upon landing in the Immortal Ancient World, he immediately found a fine opportunity.

"Jun Xiaoyao didn't come, nor did the reincarnated Sword Demon of the Ye Clan. Aside from Long Ao and a few others, only the ancient anomalies slumbering within the Immortal Ancient World are worthy of being my rivals," Wang Teng murmured to himself.

He strode across the heavens like an Emperor touring the mortal world, surrounded by the Four Sacred Beings in homage.

Nearby prodigies, witnessing Wang Teng's royal aura, were deeply startled and dared not approach.

Meanwhile, the heirs of other immortal factions—except for the unlucky few—landed safely and began seeking their own opportunities.

The struggle for dominance in the Immortal Ancient World had officially begun.

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, several months had gone by.

During these months, astonishing news frequently emerged from within the Immortal Ancient World.

A prodigy from an immortal faction was brutally slain in a secret realm.

Or a great sect's heir was devoured by a True God-level dragon.

In short, the Immortal Ancient World brimmed with grave peril—within these months, tens of thousands of prodigies perished within it.

Of course, some shocking news also spread.

For instance, Long Ao, Wang Teng, and others, after discovering several great opportunities, all broke through to the True God Realm.

Other contemporary prodigies, though they hadn't reached True God, had already attained the Void God Realm.

Because the spiritual energy density within the Immortal Ancient World far surpassed that of the Immortal Realm.

Thus, breakthroughs were easier to achieve here.

Contemporary prodigies of the Immortal Realm had grown at an explosive rate, as if doped with stimulants.

Under this circumstance of universal breakthroughs, some began thinking of Jun Xiaoyao, who had not come.

"I recall Jun Xiaoyao was only a Heavenly Realm Sovereign when he entered the Ten Thousand Eons' Burial Ground, right?"

"Indeed. And the Ten Thousand Eons' Burial Ground is unsuitable for Immortal Realm beings to cultivate in—so even if Jun Xiaoyao still lives, he couldn't have advanced within it."

"If Jun Xiaoyao returns and finds prodigies he once left behind now far surpassing him, what will he feel?"

"Probably great disappointment. The age has changed…"

Factions hostile to Jun Xiaoyao chuckled as they discussed it.

Some Jun Clan elders wore cold expressions.

Yet they still held faith in Jun Xiaoyao.

As time continued to pass, half a year elapsed.

It had now been exactly one year since Jun Xiaoyao entered the Ten Thousand Eons' Burial Ground.

And on this day, within the Burial Realm's Tomb of All Beings, the Pool of Universal Rebirth,

Jun Xiaoyao, who had sat in meditation for so long, finally opened his eyes!

Instantly, terrifying energy shook heaven and earth!

Like a Divine King emerging from seclusion, a War God descending upon the world!

The coiled dragon awakens from slumber—his roar shakes a thousand mountains!