Chapter 4415: Corrupted Totem Tree, Xuan Luo's Plea for Help?

Ahead, on a vast, floating, ruined continent within the void, several figures were locked in battle with those bestial totems.

At the core of the fray stood a man clad in pristine white sacrificial robes, appearing utterly divine and sacred.

It was none other than Xuan Luo, the Holy Son of the Truth God Sect.

This passerby had appeared once before.

That was when the Wind-Moon Ancient Sect clashed with the Truth God Sect.

Jun Xiaoyao had personally executed a peak Emperor-level elder of the Truth God Sect.

Later, he had encountered this Holy Son of the Truth God Sect at the Fenghua Banquet.

Although Xuan Luo harbored hostility toward Jun Xiaoyao,

he had ultimately refrained from making any major moves out of fear for Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation and strength.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind.

Upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao, Xuan Luo's expression revealed a flash of surprise, followed by a look of wariness in his eyes.

He feared that Jun Xiaoyao might take this opportunity to strike at him.

Yet, he was unaware that,

in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, he didn't even qualify as a rival or an enemy.

He was nothing more than a passerby.

Although Jun Xiaoyao had already formed a blood feud with the Truth God Sect back in the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain—

the Gulan Sacred Sect, a branch of the mysterious True Lord in the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain, had been annihilated by Jun Xiaoyao—

this Xuan Luo was simply unworthy of being called a true rival.

"Clear this area quickly, we are leaving."

Xuan Luo frowned, casting a wary glance at Jun Xiaoyao.

Finding that Jun Xiaoyao seemed to have no interest in intervening,

his heart settled slightly.

He let out a faint sigh of relief.

However, at the same time, the five fingers hidden beneath his sleeves clenched tightly.

This also meant that Jun Xiaoyao hadn't even considered him a threat.

To him, this was undoubtedly a humiliation.

Xuan Luo struck out, vast divine light surging from his body, transforming into beams of destruction that annihilated the bestial totems ahead.

He then led his group of followers and fled rapidly into the depths, as if terrified that Jun Xiaoyao might beat him to the punch and snatch the opportunity.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao shook his head secretly.

"Young Master, do you have a grudge against him?"

Tu Su clearly noticed the look Xuan Luo had cast toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao laughed lightly: "Not really. He isn't qualified to hold a grudge against me. Just a passerby."

Watching Xuan Luo disappear rapidly into the depths of the continent,

Jun Xiaoyao revealed a meaningful expression.

The danger within this place was something even Xuan Luo might not be able to handle.

Was he rushing to his death?

Jun Xiaoyao was in no rush, entering the area slowly with Tu Su.

Yet, not long after, earth-shattering sounds of combat erupted from deep within the continent,

accompanied by the roars of numerous beasts.

Jun Xiaoyao and Tu Su arrived at the depths.

The scene before them was breathtaking.

Deep within this continent,

an ancient tree stood tall, like a pillar supporting the heavens.

The trunk was covered in textures of interwoven dark gold and crimson, carrying an aura that was primeval, ancient, and mysterious.

Countless barbarian patterns coiled around it, etched with traces of numerous runes.

The trunk supported the sky, and the canopy was lush.

The branches were thick like dragons, stretching out like mountain ridges.

What was even more shocking were the countless broad leaves on the branches.

Within every single leaf, a bestial totem appeared, displaying astonishing visions.

There were tigers tearing through the firmament, fire sparrows crying out to heaven and earth, wild dragons coiled around the galaxy, giant apes shattering mountains and splitting peaks...

All sorts of totems were rising and manifesting within them.

"The Ancestral Totem Tree!"

Upon seeing this tree, Tu Su couldn't help but whisper.

This tree before them was identical to the Ancestral Totem Tree recorded in their tribe's ancient texts.

No, there was a difference.

The surface of the Ancestral Totem Tree should have been covered in brilliant golden patterns, appearing utterly divine and sacred.

Yet now, the Ancestral Totem Tree was dark gold.

At the same time, numerous black mists and dark clouds lingered above the canopy, giving off a cold, eerie, and deathly silence.

"So this is the Ancestral Totem Tree..."

Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly.

It was exactly as he had expected.

This Ancestral Totem Tree had been deeply eroded by the Undying Substances of the Dark Realm.

What did this signify?

If the Ancestral Barbarian God was truly within it, his situation was likely extremely dire.

Connecting this to the missing Tu Mo,

there were likely many hidden secrets involved.

At this moment, beneath the Ancestral Totem Tree,

the group led by Xuan Luo was trapped in the encirclement of numerous bestial totems.

One had to know that the Totem Sacred Clan, while not among the Ten Hegemon Clans,

had been a quasi-hegemon clan.

The Ancestral Totem Tree they worshipped naturally possessed unfathomable power.

Moreover, the Ancestral Totem Tree possessed countless bestial totems.

At this moment, the countless leaves on the Ancestral Totem Tree rustled.

Totem patterns lit up on every broad leaf.

Then, bestial totem phantoms lunged toward Xuan Luo and his group.

The scene was spectacular, like a tide of ten thousand beasts surging forward.

As for Xuan Luo's side, although he had many subordinates and followers,

they were no match for the attrition of the Ancestral Totem Tree.

He was unable to subdue the Ancestral Totem Tree.

"Damn it..."

Xuan Luo's expression was incredibly gloomy.

Originally, he had intended to subdue this tree, but who could have guessed that this tree seemed to possess self-awareness?

What shocked Xuan Luo even more was that

this Ancestral Totem Tree actually contained Undying Substances from the Dark Realm.

This undoubtedly made the tree even more troublesome and difficult to suppress.

"Ah...!"

Screams erupted from his side.

Xuan Luo's subordinates and followers

were torn to shreds one by one amidst the dense swarm of bestial totems.

It was as if they were surrounded by a dark beast tide.

In the end, only Xuan Luo remained.

"I have to retreat..."

No matter how unwilling Xuan Luo was, he had to leave.

Divine light flashed on his body, and holy chants seemed to echo between heaven and earth.

A golden, towering figure emerged behind him and struck out with a palm.

Instantly, the numerous bestial totems ahead were annihilated.

It had to be said that as the current Holy Son of the Truth God Sect, Xuan Luo was no mere empty name.

But just as Xuan Luo was about to withdraw,

the canopy of the Ancestral Totem Tree shuddered.

Instantly, countless dark runes emerged across the entire heavens and earth, accompanied by pitch-black Order Divine Laws.

Even the golden towering Dharma Body Xuan Luo had summoned collapsed instantly.

"What..."

Xuan Luo's pupils shook violently.

This was the power of the Dark Realm, compounded by the power of the Ancestral Totem Tree itself.

His Dharma Body was shattered, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xuan Luo unleashed various methods, summoning all sorts of trump cards and secret treasures in an attempt to escape.

But this continent seemed to have become the domain of the Ancestral Totem Tree.

Countless dark runes emerged densely, suppressing Xuan Luo.

At the same time, the Ancestral Totem Tree shuddered again, and numerous branches, like angry dragons, shot out and coiled around Xuan Luo,

as if intending to absorb and refine him, turning him into a totem.

Seeing this, Xuan Luo's face turned deathly pale.

He turned his head abruptly and saw Jun Xiaoyao watching the show not far away.

He felt conflicted, hesitant, and unwilling.

But he, the Holy Son of the Truth God Sect, had risen step by step, only achieving his current strength, status, and position with great difficulty.

He was unwilling to perish just like this.

Finally, he couldn't help but speak out:

"Young Master Jun, would you be willing to lend a hand!?"

Yet, as the Son of the Truth God Sect, having risen step by step to his current strength and status, he was unwilling to perish just like this.

He was unwilling to fall here.

Finally, he could no longer hold back and spoke out.

"Young Master Jun, would you be willing to lend a helping hand!?"