Chapter 427: Heavenly Fortune, Fallen Immortal Blood, Heirs of Three Immortal Factions Arrive!

Yan Rumen's face was flawless, her body elegant and unblemished.

Her skin was as white as congealed fat, smooth and silky as butter.

Dressed in a pink robe, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall down to her rounded hips, her slender waist like a willow branch, her legs long and round, pale and delicate as porcelain.

Yan Rumen was perfect in every way, her aura marked by a touch of coldness and celestial grace.

Those unaware of her identity would never guess she was a demon race woman.

She seemed utterly saintly, like a fairy.

"That aura—definitely a heavenly fortune," Yan Rumen thought, her beautiful eyes flashing a strange gleam.

That strange gleam did not suit Yan Rumen's own demeanor.

…

About half a day passed.

The entire Immortal Ancient Dao Lake gradually boiled, the resonance force growing ever stronger.

Jun Xiaoyao waited patiently.

Beside him, Jun Mulan frowned and said, "Xiaoyao, the fluctuations in the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake are too violent. If this continues, it may draw other region's prodigies here—then we'll have trouble."

The entire Immortal Ancient World was vast.

The region where the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake lay was merely one part among many.

Other regions held fortunes no weaker than the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake.

But this second eruption of the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake was too massive.

It was inevitable that prodigies from other regions would be drawn here.

Then the situation would grow complicated.

"No issue. Whoever comes, if they don't know their place, eliminate them," Jun Xiaoyao said coolly, his tone casual.

Jun Mulan clicked her tongue.

With power, one could truly do as one pleased.

Other prodigies, even if they found fortune, trembled in fear of being robbed, hiding it away.

An innocent man bears no guilt, yet possessing a jade makes him guilty.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, he had no need to hide or conceal.

What was his, was his.

What wasn't his, was still his.

Finally, another half-hour passed.

The four ten-thousand-zhang Dao Lakes surged simultaneously.

Like water spouts, all four lakes erupted in columns that connected into one colossal pillar reaching to heaven.

At the same time, an extraordinarily mysterious aura surged forth, and in the center of the pillar glowed a mass of light.

Within the light, faintly visible—a single drop of blood!

Yes.

The second resonance eruption of the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake had not spewed any other treasure.

It had produced only one drop of blood.

Yet that single drop made the very atmosphere of heaven and earth extraordinary.

That drop of blood seemed to reflect all heavens, as if the sun, moon, and stars were shrunk within it.

One drop of blood, containing an entire world.

"That… what is that?"

"Imperial blood? No, it feels even more terrifying!"

"I feel a celestial aura spreading—I feel like I'm about to ascend to immortality!"

From all directions, countless external prodigies and Immortal Ancient beings cried out in shock, their spirits trembling.

Merely one drop of blood—and yet it had such influence, as if reshaping heaven and earth.

One drop of blood, one world!

"That's…"

Not just ordinary prodigies—even Jun Mulan and the other Sequence members were stunned.

Given their backgrounds, nothing should have surprised them so.

Yet now, Jun Mulan and the others were utterly astonished.

That drop of blood carried an aura too transcendent.

"Who's blood is that?" Jun Xuehuang also lost herself in thought.

"Stronger than an Emperor, yet imbued with a trace of celestial essence—could it be… a drop of Fallen Immortal blood?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

"What? Fallen Immortal blood?" Jun Mulan and the others drew a sharp breath.

Anything tied to immortals was no ordinary thing—let alone Fallen Immortal blood.

"True Immortal blood should carry more energy, yet this drop far surpasses Imperial blood."

"It carries a hint of celestial resonance—clearly not Emperor blood. Only Fallen Immortal blood fits." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze grew deep.

Jun Xiaoyao's insight was indeed extraordinary.

What others could not discern, he instantly identified.

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's judgment, not only Jun Mulan and the others were stunned.

Even the surrounding crowd held their breath.

To them, Imperial blood was already an unimaginably rare treasure.

As for Fallen Immortal blood…

They dared not even imagine it!

If this fortune spread, everyone would go mad—no one could resist such temptation.

A single drop of Fallen Immortal blood was priceless.

Even for those stronger than Emperors, it held immense allure.

"Indeed, the fortune of this Immortal Ancient World has finally opened my eyes," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

At last, a treasure had appeared that even he found astonishing.

This drop of Fallen Immortal blood had immense utility and boundless value—it would greatly aid Jun Xiaoyao, and he must obtain it.

Jun Xiaoyao reached out and seized the Fallen Immortal blood.

All around, envy burned in every eye, green with jealousy.

Yet the Fallen Immortal blood emitted a counter-recoil force, even repelling Jun Xiaoyao's hand.

"Does Immortal blood possess sentience?" Jun Xiaoyao was unsurprised.

Legends said a single drop of true Immortal blood could slay an Emperor.

Though this drop of Fallen Immortal blood had lain dormant for untold ages, it clearly still held sentience—not easily subdued.

Jun Xiaoyao's magic power surged through his entire body as he reached again for the Fallen Immortal blood.

At that moment, an anomaly arose in the distant sky.

In the east, boundless golden divine light flashed brilliantly, illuminating the entire heavens!

A figure descended like a Golden Divine King, stepping through the void.

The young man wore golden divine armor, his black hair flowing freely, a divine halo behind his head like a blazing sun, radiating endless light.

With each step he took, the void rippled with golden waves, their power reaching an extreme peak!

"Hmm… he's…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes darkened.

"It's the Saint Sect's Young Master—he's appeared!" cried an external prodigy.

The Saint Sect's Young Master, an absolutely powerful prodigy, heir to an immortal sect.

He and the Saintess Bimihu came from the Saint Sect, yet his strength was clearly far greater than Bimihu's.

Meanwhile, the western heavens suddenly blazed with fiery clouds, the sky burning crimson.

A beam of light streaked through the void and halted in midair.

It was a young man clad in crimson-gold robes, his back bearing twin wings that flapped, unleashing oceans of fire.

"It's the Phoenix Prince of Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain—Feng Tiange!"

Those who recognized Feng Tiange widened their eyes.

The Saint Sect's Young Master had just appeared—and now Feng Tiange had arrived too.

Yet the shock had not yet subsided.

From the southern heavens, a graceful figure swept forward, her posture elegant as a celestial fairy descending from the Moon Palace.

Her flawless beauty drew all into reverie.

"Gasp… it's the Divine Maiden of the Demon God Palace—Yan Rumen! She's here too!"

From all directions, cries of astonishment erupted.

Who could have imagined that the fluctuations of the Immortal Ancient Dao Lake would draw all three heirs of immortal factions at once?

The Saint Sect's Young Master!

The Divine Maiden of the Demon God Palace!

The Phoenix Prince of Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain!

These three, whether in the external Immortal Realms or the Immortal Ancient World, carried immense renown.

Now they all appear, come to vie for the great opportunity.

Yet, the one who claims the opportunity alone is Junjia's Divine Son.

Now there will be a good show to watch!