Chapter 422

Now, the four ten-thousand-zhang Dao lakes are all occupied by the Jun family.

Jun Xiaoyao and others have collected so many treasures their hands are numb.

For Jun Xiaoyao, up until now, he has not encountered any treasure that particularly stirred him.

Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao sensed a peculiar aura.

He saw a fragment of pale, Sen white bone.

Jun Xiaoyao beckoned and retrieved it, discovering it was a bone tablet.

It radiated an aura of the Great Dao.

"Could this be the profound insight of some supreme elder?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

This faintly emanating aura was clearly not the insight of an ordinary cultivator.

Stronger than a common Supreme Sovereign, perhaps even the ultimate insight of a Chaos Dao Sovereign, the pinnacle of the Seventh Realm of Sovereignty.

Yet after thinking it over, Jun Xiaoyao still shook his head.

He had his own Dao; he needed no reliance on another's path.

Not even the insight of a Great Emperor held any real value for Jun Xiaoyao—merely reference, nothing to borrow.

"But… it could be given to Shengyi Sister. She possesses a Primordial Dao Womb; with the Dao Sovereign's insight, she would gain immensely." Jun Xiaoyao thought, then stowed the bone tablet.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao discovered another rare treasure.

It was a section of ancient wood radiating spiritual energy.

"Could this be Divine Wood?"

Jun Xiaoyao examined it.

This fragment of Divine Wood bore countless runes, gathered heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, and pulsed with inner spiritual rhythm.

"Perfect for Jiang Luoli," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Jiang Luoli is a Primordial Spirit Dao Body; this fragment of Divine Wood is ideal for her cultivation.

"Is there truly nothing here that catches my eye?" Jun Xiaoyao felt a faint disappointment.

At that moment, within the majestic water column, terrifying spiritual energy began to inhale and exhale.

Simultaneously, a profound Dao rhythm spread through the air.

"It's… the aura of the Dao's Source—but different." Jun Xiaoyao gazed toward it.

There, a tiny tree, carved like jade, was swept out by the water column.

The tree was dazzlingly magnificent, as smooth and warm as sheep-fat jade.

Most striking of all were the clusters of Dao's Source growing upon it.

A rough count revealed over a hundred clusters.

Do not assume these hundred clusters of Dao's Source are inferior to the thousand that erupted earlier.

Know this: these are Dao's Source clusters growing directly from the ancient tree.

In other words, this ancient tree can continuously condense Dao's Source!

That is terrifying.

"That's… oh my heavens, did we missee? A supreme immortal herb—the Dao Source Tree!"

Upon seeing this tree, everyone nearby seemed to stop breathing.

The Dao Source Tree is a rare immortal herb capable of naturally absorbing heavenly and earthly spiritual energy and Dao rhythm to condense Dao's Source.

With this one Dao Source Tree, one could produce Dao's Source endlessly.

This is not merely attractive to individuals.

It holds immense appeal for all major sects and factions.

With this Dao Source Tree, the entire faction behind it would benefit.

"Truly the Dao Source Tree!" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes gleamed.

Finally, a treasure that stirred him.

Immortal herbs capable of continuous production, like the Dao Source Tree, are exceedingly rare.

Even the Jun family possesses only one Soulfruit Tree that bears soul fruits.

Jun Xiaoyao's formidable soul power stems not only from his childhood cultivation of the Chaos Divine Mill Contemplation, but also from frequent consumption of soul fruits.

The rarity of this Dao Source Tree is clearly greater than that of the Soulfruit Tree.

Dao's Source greatly aids cultivators of the Sacred Realm.

"Excellent. With this Dao Source Tree, my cultivation resources are secured for now." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

The others around him had red eyes and heavy, labored breaths.

Long Ao's eyes glinted with cold light—he too was tempted.

Yet at that moment, a single aura caused Long Ao's eyes to blaze with intensity, even more captivating than the Dao Source Tree.

Long Yaoer and Long Ji were likewise drawn.

Even Ao Zhan, watching from afar and daring not to approach, turned his gaze toward it.

The Dao lake roared; the pressure faded.

A dragon-shaped corpse was swept from the lake.

The black dragon corpse radiated a terrifying dragon clan pressure.

Its body was not especially large, yet it exuded overwhelming ferocity and a primal dragon blood pressure.

Notably, the dragon corpse bore two pairs of wings on its back.

"That's… Yinglong!"

Long Ji's breath nearly stopped; her beautiful eyes brimmed with intense longing.

Yinglong is a primordial beast famed alongside Jiuying, its power rivaling true dragons and divine phoenixes.

Judging from this Yinglong corpse, it was likely not pure-blooded.

But even partial Yinglong bloodline is lethally attractive to dragon clans.

"Oh? A dragon corpse with Yinglong bloodline," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Clearly, this corpse is extremely valuable.

Yet its appeal to Jun Xiaoyao is not great.

Still, such a thing is exceedingly rare and endlessly useful—someone will always need it.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, ready to collect both the Dao Source Tree and the dragon corpse.

At that moment, Long Ao could no longer contain himself—he let out a long roar and stepped directly into the Dao lake.

"Jun Xiaoyao, such treasures are not fit for you to possess!"

The other ancient immortals, equally envious, seeing Long Ao take the lead, could no longer suppress their greed.

So many treasures before them—even snatching one or two in the chaos would be worth it.

Long Ji also stared with longing, eager to claim the dragon corpse.

But remembering Jun Xiaoyao's unfathomable depth, she chose not to act, instead waiting to adapt.

Ao Zhan, far away, was also deeply tempted—but with Jun Xiaoyao present, he dared not approach.

"Damn it. Only the Crown Prince can subdue this man," Ao Zhan seethed inwardly.

Seeing Long Ao and others enter, Jun Xiaoyao's expression turned cold.

"You seek death!"

Jun Xiaoyao first summoned the Gate of Hell; boundless demons of the underworld surged forth, clashing with the reckless ancient immortals.

Among the external prodigies, only a few acted; most remained on the periphery, watching.

"Jun Xiaoyao, today you die for my brother's life!" Long Ao let out a clear cry, activating the True Dragon Great Technique.

Seven-colored dragon runes appeared in the void—this was the manifestation of Long Ao's seven Dragon Core energies, amplified by the True Dragon Great Technique.

His opening strike was formidable, scattering the clouds above, as terrifying dragon qi surged wildly.

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, merely shook his head slightly.

Even with his ability to challenge higher realms, Long Ao posed not the slightest threat to him.

"Arrogant eel, let this Divine Prince teach you to face reality."

Jun Xiaoyao extended his hand; thunder energy coiled between his fingers, and countless thundering stars materialized.

Jun Xiaoyao countered Long Ao's True Dragon Great Technique with the Thunder Emperor Great Technique.

As their techniques clashed, the heavens and earth rippled, the cosmos trembled, thunder and dragon qi intertwined and exploded like a starry universe shattering!