Chapter 420

Who could have imagined that Princess Long Ji and Long Ao would come to this?

Logically, even if Princess Long Ji disliked Long Ao,

she would still have been willing to help him, given he was the first-generation heir of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

But because of Ao Luan, she and Long Ao had completely broken ties.

This was a situation no one had foreseen.

And outside, beside the Mirror of the Ancient Immortals,

all the beings of the Ancestral Dragon Nest were stunned; the scene within the Mirror made them doubt whether their eyes had deceived them.

Otherwise, how could they have witnessed such an absurd sight?

"No, this is impossible!"

"How could the two of them be fighting to the death like this?"

Many elders of the Ancestral Dragon Nest were shouting in utter disarray.

"Two dragons emerge, the Ancestral Dragon prospers"—this was the prophecy of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Some elders of the Ancestral Dragon Nest had even planned for Long Ao and Princess Long Ji to unite in marriage.

One bore the blood of the Emperor Dragon, the other the ancient blood of the Azure Dragon Emperor.

If they united, their offspring's bloodline power would be unimaginably immense.

Perhaps they might even give birth to a newborn Ancestral Dragon.

But now, seeing the two locked in mortal combat, every being of the Ancestral Dragon Nest was stunned, their fury shaking their very livers.

"Jun Xiaoyao—it must be Jun Xiaoyao secretly pulling strings!"

One elder from Long Ao's lineage trembled with rage as he spoke.

They believed Jun Xiaoyao had surely used some trick.

But earlier, Jun Xiaoyao had concealed his movements and aura.

So as long as Jun Xiaoyao did not wish it, no one outside could use the Mirror of the Ancient Immortals to spy on his actions.

The Ancestral Dragon Nest was completely in the dark, utterly unaware of what trick Jun Xiaoyao had played.

Meanwhile, the Jun clan elders, upon witnessing this scene, were ecstatic, laughing heartily.

"No wonder it's Xiaoyao—this move is flawless," one Jun clan elder chuckled.

"Without lifting a finger, he made them tear each other apart—deservedly so," the other Jun clan elders all gloated.

Earlier, the Jun clan had been targeted, losing three Sequence members, leaving all the elders seething with suppressed rage.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao had finally avenged them.

Alongside the Ancestral Dragon Nest, the Fallen God Palace and the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain were equally furious.

Especially the Fallen God Palace.

Though the Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain had lost Huang Xuan Yi and Feng Qing Ling,

their core top prodigies—the Huang Zi and Feng Nu—still remained.

The Fallen God Palace, however, was utterly tragic.

Previously, the Fallen God Son had been slain by Jun Xiaoyao in the mortal realm.

Now, the Dark God Son had been brutally murdered by Jun Xiaoyao as well.

The Fallen God Palace's current generation of prodigies had been wiped clean.

"Damn it…"

A group of Fallen God Palace elites, hidden within black mist, gnashed their teeth with audible clicks.

"It seems the plan must be activated now."

"The remaining Fallen God Palace disciples must act—awaken him. Only he can deal with Jun Xiaoyao."

The Fallen God Palace members exchanged silent spiritual thoughts.

These enemies of the Jun clan had reached a secret agreement even before the opening of the Ancient Immortal World.

Targeting the Jun clan's Sequence members was merely the beginning.

They intended to make the Jun clan truly bleed, paying with blood.

Back in the core region of the Ancient Immortal Dao Lake,

Long Ao and Princess Long Ji clashed.

Both were dragon prodigies—one an ancient anomaly, the other a forbidden first-generation heir—neither willing to yield.

Seeing this, Ao Luan felt moved.

Long Ao's willingness to fight for her proved that all she had done was worth it.

Yet she did not know that Long Ao primarily sought to use her, merely adding her to his harem as an afterthought.

As for Bai Meier, her eyes held only mockery.

As expected, everything unfolded precisely as Jun Xiaoyao had foreseen.

Bai Meier's adoration and infatuation with Jun Xiaoyao deepened further.

It surpassed her former devotion to Long Ao by a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.

Jun Xiaoyao, meanwhile, smiled faintly as he watched the two dragons fight.

Indeed, this thrill was no less than if he had crushed them himself—perhaps even greater.

"Oh, by the way, so engrossed in the show, I nearly forgot about these trash to deal with," Jun Xiaoyao turned toward Ao Zhan and the others.

He reached out his hand, unleashing the power of the Great Luo Immortal Bone—immortal light surged, divine energy staggering the heavens.

Ao Zhan and the others turned pale.

Within mere exchanges, the ancient Wu tribe prodigy screamed as his body shattered and his primordial spirit perished.

The remaining beings of the other three tribes were nearly all slaughtered.

Only Ao Zhan transformed into his true form—a black dragon—and fled wildly into the distance.

Jun Xiaoyao was about to pursue—

when the entire core region trembled: all four ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lakes shook simultaneously.

The lake surfaces churned violently, boiling like water in a cauldron.

Rolling steam surged forth, as if a volcano were about to erupt.

"It has begun…"

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze flashed; he paused his pursuit and scanned the surroundings, coldly declaring:

"These four Dao Lakes belong to my Jun clan. Anyone who dares seize the opportunities within shall be slain by this Divine Son!"

Jun Xiaoyao's words plunged every being nearby, who had been itching to act, into icy dread—as if a bucket of freezing water had poured from the crown of their heads.

Given Jun Xiaoyao's previous displays of power, he needed no further words.

A single sentence carried overwhelming awe.

Opportunities were precious, but one must have the life to claim them.

Whether external prodigies or ancient immortals, all retreated to the edges of the Dao Lakes.

Long Ao and Princess Long Ji also paused their battle.

"You madwoman!" Long Ao's face darkened.

His rightful consort had become his enemy.

Long Ao's hatred burned to its peak.

He hated Princess Long Ji's betrayal—and even more, Jun Xiaoyao's betrayal of him.

"You two are a pair of traitorous lovers, daring to conspire against this Princess!" Princess Long Ji hissed.

Ao Luan coldly stated: "I'll remember this. My cousin is the Crown Prince of the Dragon-People Clan. Cross me, and you'll have no place in the Ancient Immortal World."

Hearing Ao Luan's words, Princess Long Ji's killing intent surged further.

Clearly, the hatred between both sides had reached its zenith.

As long as Long Ao continued to protect Ao Luan, he could never reconcile with Princess Long Ji—they were now irreconcilable enemies.

And at that very moment, the four ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lakes erupted simultaneously!

Like volcanic eruptions, the four Dao Lakes surged, sending water columns roaring into the heavens!

The spectacle resembled four colossal pillars rising from the earth, piercing the sky.

As they erupted, countless opportunities surged forth with the water columns.

These four ancient Dao Lakes were the oldest, and their opportunities the greatest.

All present saw countless glowing orbs spewed forth alongside the water.

"Heavens! Dao Sources—all Dao Sources!"

Everyone who saw this stared wide-eyed, breaths quickening!

Dao Sources were exceedingly rare in the Ancient Immortal World.

Earlier, Lei Mingyuan had fought desperately to secure just five Dao Sources.

Yet now, in this initial eruption alone, hundreds or even thousands of Dao Sources were spewed forth!

Every eye turned red.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with light.

With these Dao Sources, his Great Luo Immortal Body could finally be perfected.