Chapter 390

Jun Xiaoyao's tone was cold and domineering, echoing across all directions.

Everyone's hearts tightened.

Clearly, Jun Xiaoyao was backing Yan Qingying.

Whoever dared to target Yan Qingying henceforth would have to think twice.

One misstep might bring about clan annihilation.

No one would take Jun Xiaoyao's words as a joke.

Jun Xiaoyao had every right to speak such words.

The Jun Clan had destroyed more aristocratic houses, imperial dynasties, and sects than anyone could count.

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingying was even more moved.

Jun Xiaoyao had always considered her, caring for the feelings of those who followed him.

Yan Qingying's loyalty to Jun Xiaoyao required no proof.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao ordered Yan Qingying to die, she would not hesitate for even a second!

Finally, Bi Mi Hu and Miao Wu Xin were utterly assimilated by Yan Qingying amid endless, agonized screams.

Bi Mi Hu likely never imagined that what began as a simple revenge would cost her own life.

Even more ironic was that her death mirrored that of her sect's ancestors—both consumed by the Soul-Swallowing Devil Art.

Perhaps this was fate.

After devouring the two women, Yan Qingying's realm finally broke through to the True God Realm.

She sat cross-legged beside Duan Hun Cliff, stabilizing her cultivation base.

Jun Xiaoyao also sat suspended in midair, taking the opportunity to contemplate the Present-Day Buddha Sutra.

Lei Mingyuan stood guard nearby like a loyal servant.

His face bore a proud, honored expression.

His choice had been correct.

Following the right boss meant he no longer feared even immortal sects like the Holy Sect or Little Western Heaven.

He could walk anywhere with impunity—this feeling was utterly exhilarating.

Lei Mingyuan even felt that being Jun Xiaoyao's dog was more prestigious than being a prodigy of any other faction.

The prodigies around him were all deeply shocked.

Two celebrated maidens had fallen so easily.

"If the Holy Sect's Holy Son hears this news, he won't let it pass."

"True, the Holy Son's cultivation has reached the True God Realm, his power rivaling Long Ao Tian and others."

"So what? Can he match Jun Xiaoyao, the Jun Clan's Divine Son? His cultivation has already reached True God Realm's peak."

"Sigh, true enough—Jun Xiaoyao once again leads everyone else. I can't fathom how he cultivates."

"Perhaps this is just life…"

At the same moment.

Beside the Immortal Ancient Mirror, silence reigned.

Many factions held their breath, glancing furtively toward the Holy Sect and Little Western Heaven.

Little Western Heaven had sent an elder monk, whose face now wore a complex, unsettled expression.

The Holy Sect had sent a crimson-robed archbishop.

The archbishop trembled, his facial muscles quivering—clearly furious.

"Jun Xiaoyao is truly a troublemaker—he's provoked another immortal sect…" some powerful figures whispered among themselves.

Jun Clan elders like Jun Zhantian saw nothing wrong with Jun Xiaoyao's actions.

The Jun Clan had always been this domineering.

"Your Jun Clan has gone too far!" the crimson-robed archbishop growled.

"The Immortal Ancient World permits killing. If you lack the strength, don't provoke the Jun Clan—or this is your fate!" Jun Zhantian's face hardened, leaving no room for negotiation, silencing the archbishop outright.

"You—" the archbishop had no reply.

Because it was true.

The archbishop believed that even if Jun Xiaoyao was domineering, he should have respected Bi Mi Hu's status.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao didn't care one bit for her identity as Holy Sect's Holy Maiden.

This humiliated the Holy Sect utterly.

Worse still, the Holy Sect struggled to reclaim its honor.

Because even their Holy Son might not defeat Jun Xiaoyao.

It was deeply frustrating.

Outside, Jun Xiaoyao's entry into the Immortal Ancient World had sparked upheaval.

He had been in the Immortal Ancient World for barely a few days, yet already committed such slaughter.

No one could imagine how the situation would unfold from here.

Many factions at odds with the Jun Clan prayed their prodigies would never encounter Jun Xiaoyao, this great demon.

Inside the Immortal Ancient World, beside Duan Hun Cliff.

Jun Xiaoyao sat suspended in midair, having contemplated the Present-Day Buddha Sutra for days.

Now, within his mind's divine palace.

A golden Buddha, entirely formed from Primordial Spirit energy, hovered in the void.

Emitting a terrifying aura like a blazing sun.

The Present-Day Buddha Sutra refines Primordial Spirit energy, transforming it into the Great Sun Buddha to suppress all directions.

No soul-based technique could harm this Primordial Spirit Great Sun Buddha.

When perfected, the Great Sun Buddha could illuminate all three thousand great worlds.

At that point, Jun Xiaoyao could reach all three thousand realms with a single thought.

The spiritual power involved would be unimaginable—crushing all opposition.

"Excellent. Even the Present-Day Buddha Sutra alone holds such power—what if I also obtained the Past Amitabha Sutra and the Future Unborn Sutra? What might their combined might be?"

Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes, satisfied.

His thirty thousand Elephant Micro-Particles had tripled his soul force.

Add to that the power of the Primordial Spirit Great Sun Buddha.

Even prodigies specializing in soul and Primordial Spirit cultivation could not compare.

"My goal is to perfect body, Primordial Spirit, and magic power—all three. Only total mastery is true invincibility." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

At that moment, Yan Qingying, who had been stabilizing her cultivation, shuddered—her True God Realm cultivation now fully solidified.

In the Immortal Ancient World, though the gap between Void God Realm and True God Realm was only one level, the aura of authority was entirely different.

Had Yan Qingying possessed True God Realm cultivation earlier, Bi Mi Hu and others would never have dared to ambush her.

"Thank you, Young Master. Without you, I would not have broken through to True God Realm—I wouldn't even have survived."

Yan Qingying knelt half-bowed before Jun Xiaoyao, deeply moved.

"Why be so formal with me?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, lifting her up.

"Young Master…" Deep affection and admiration glimmered in Yan Qingying's eyes.

Yet she did not reveal it.

Simply being by Jun Xiaoyao's side, as his follower, was already fortune enough.

Yan Qingying asked for nothing more.

Still, if Jun Xiaoyao ever showed her favor, she would be overjoyed.

"Will you come with me next?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Yan Qingying's gaze flickered, hesitated briefly, then bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your care, Young Master, but I wish to seek my own path and opportunities."

Staying by Jun Xiaoyao's side was safe, but it offered no true growth.

Yan Qingying wanted to grow stronger—to keep pace with Jun Xiaoyao, and remain worthy of being his follower.

"Good. My followers will one day stand alone. Go." Jun Xiaoyao patted her shoulder, offering encouragement.

Yan Qingying's cheeks flushed faintly; she nodded firmly, then continued her solitary trials.

Her cultivation had reached True God Realm—she now had the strength to protect herself in the Immortal Ancient World.

Now, it was Jun Xiaoyao's turn to move on.

"Lei Mingyuan, where might Dao Sources be found?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

Lei Mingyuan replied respectfully: "Your Divine Son, the most renowned opportunity in this region is the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake—many Dao Sources should be there."

"But the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake is mostly occupied by Immortal Ancient races and heirs of immortal factions. I never had the status to approach it—only heard rumors."

Lei Mingyuan spoke sheepishly.

Though he was a prodigy of Lei Di Mountain, he was now barely second-tier—lacking the status to enter major opportunity sites, able only to scavenge minor gains nearby.

"Immortal Ancient races…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed in thought.