Chapter 447: Jun Jun Xiaoyao Creates His Own Divine Art: The Transformation of the Divine Origin Point—The Seven-Colored Saint Tribulatio

Lei Lei Mingyuan thought Jun Jun Xiaoyao was about to emerge from seclusion.

But he sensed that the aura carried a terrifying dragon energy.

Clearly, it couldn't be Jun Jun Xiaoyao.

That left only one possibility.

Princess Long Ji!

BOOM!

Accompanied by a powerful shockwave, that Dao lake exploded completely.

Golden dragon energy spread everywhere, with faint roars of a dragon echoing.

A noble, coldly beautiful figure stepped forth slowly—it was Princess Long Ji!

She wore an imperial immortal robe.

Barefoot, her skin whiter than snow, she stood upon empty air, untouched by dust.

Her long, snow-white legs were half-hidden beneath her flowing skirt.

Her slender, graceful body gleamed like refined lamb's fat jade, radiating luster.

Her face, veiled in misty haze, bore a cold, commanding aura—like an eternal empress.

After assimilating the corpse of the Yinglong-blooded dragon, Princess Long Ji's cultivation base naturally broke through to the Heavenly God Realm.

Coupled with her innate foundation as an ancient anomaly, she didn't just reach the early stage of the Heavenly God Realm—she reached the middle stage.

With this power, she stood among the absolute top tier of her generation.

Her immense strength restored her confident, aloof demeanor.

No more of the humiliation she once suffered, being treated as Jun Jun Xiaoyao's mount.

"Your power…" Lei Lei Mingyuan's heart trembled.

Though before Jun Jun Xiaoyao, Princess Long Ji seemed utterly powerless,

she was still an ancient anomaly—her foundational depth remained undeniable.

Princess Long Ji cast a cool glance at Lei Lei Mingyuan, then turned away.

At this moment, she was deep in thought.

"With my current middle-stage Heavenly God Realm power, even if Jun Jun Xiaoyao breaks through to the Heavenly God Realm, he still couldn't overcome me."

"For me to serve as his mount? That was truly absurd."

"But this dragon corpse—he gave it to me. Back then, under pressure, I agreed. Breaking my word would be improper."

Princess Long Ji's heart wrestled within.

To be honest, her feelings toward Jun Jun Xiaoyao had shifted from pure hatred to something complex.

At first, she truly hated Jun Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, he had crushed her beneath his feet before countless forces of the Huangtian Immortal Realm, showing not the slightest mercy.

But later, when Ao Luan framed her, it was Jun Jun Xiaoyao who saved her.

And it was Jun Jun Xiaoyao who uncovered the mastermind behind the plot.

At that time, her emotions toward him became complicated.

Then came Jun Jun Xiaoyao giving her the dragon corpse.

Princess Long Ji never expected Jun Jun Xiaoyao would truly give her the corpse.

Even if it meant becoming his mount, this exchange was a massive gain for her.

So after breaking her seclusion, with her current power, she could easily break her promise, leave, or even kill Jun Jun Xiaoyao.

But Princess Long Ji bit her lip, struggled internally, and ultimately chose not to.

Not for any other reason—only because she was Princess Long Ji, a woman whose word was worth a thousand gold.

If she broke her own vow, her Dao heart would crack.

After all, her breakthrough to the Heavenly God Realm came solely from Jun Jun Xiaoyao's gift.

"Princess Long Ji, it was the Divine Son who granted you this blessing. You must not do anything to disappoint him."

Seeing Princess Long Ji's shifting expression, Lei Lei Mingyuan thought she intended to break her promise, so he warned her.

"Do you need to warn me?" Princess Long Ji shot him a icy glance.

Lei Lei Mingyuan swallowed hard and stepped back two paces.

The pressure of the Heavenly God Realm weighed upon him.

And at that moment, deep within the Ancient Dao Lake, faint vibrations echoed.

"Could it be…"

Both Princess Long Ji and Lei Lei Mingyuan's gazes trembled.

Deep within the Ancient Dao Lake, in the misty realm of spiritual energy,

Jun Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged in midair, while the surrounding celestial spiritual energy spun like a storm.

The residual Immortal blood had long been assimilated into his body.

The energy of the residual Immortal blood was immensely potent.

A normal Heavenly God Realm cultivator would have been shattered by it.

But Jun Jun Xiaoyao possessed the Huanggu Sacred Body and the Great Luo Immortal Body—enough to withstand this pressure.

Most importantly, within his dantian lay the Divine Origin Point.

This was his own unique Dao.

At least half of the residual Immortal blood's energy was absorbed by the Divine Origin Point.

And the Divine Origin Point, like a black hole, accepted and absorbed all forms of energy without discrimination.

This terrifying consumption and absorption was ten thousand times more terrifying than any Devouring God Art!

Jun Jun Xiaoyao closed his eyes, gazing inward, observing the Divine Origin Point.

This was the origin of his own Dao—hence the name "Origin Point."

With the infusion of the residual Immortal blood's energy, the primordial cosmic forces within the Divine Origin Point churned violently.

Faintly, a prototype of a universe seemed to take shape.

As a transmigrator, Jun Jun Xiaoyao had always pondered a fundamental question:

Where did the universe come from?

Now, as he gazed inward at the Divine Origin Point within his dantian, it felt as if he were witnessing the answer firsthand.

For from his Divine Origin Point, it seemed a universe was about to be born.

This was an astonishing sight.

Finally, as energy reached a certain threshold,

a resonant boom echoed from within the Divine Origin Point—like the first thunderclap of creation.

Then, a beam of primordial light appeared within the chaotic Divine Origin Point.

Let there be light!

With the emergence of this light, Jun Jun Xiaoyao's entire body trembled.

A profound Dao rhythm spread, as if ready to transform all who sensed it into immortals.

A sudden enlightenment surged within Jun Jun Xiaoyao's heart.

His hands began moving unconsciously, fingers tracing the void and leaving behind fleeting Dao patterns.

Jun Jun Xiaoyao, after observing his own Dao, began to evolve his own divine art.

Yes!

Jun Jun Xiaoyao was creating a divine art from scratch!

If outsiders knew, they would be stunned into numbness.

Creating a divine art was no trivial feat.

Even the most basic, simplest divine art required immense foundational depth to forge.

Generally, even sages could only create minor divine arts.

Only those above the Supreme could create great divine arts meant to be passed down for ten thousand generations.

As for even stronger techniques like Supreme Laws, only even greater beings—Creation Divine Lords, Chaos Dao Lords, or even Pretender Emperors—could create them.

To begin creating divine arts at the True God Realm? Across countless eons of the Immortal Realm, there were perhaps one or two such cases.

And now, Jun Jun Xiaoyao was doing exactly that.

His talent and insight were already prodigious—he could master any great divine art after observing it for mere hours.

Now, Jun Jun Xiaoyao was about to forge a true, unique, great divine art of his own.

And just as Jun Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Origin Point underwent transformation and he began creating his divine art,

the heavens above suddenly gathered dark clouds, with terrifying seven-colored lightning surging and churning, as if brewing a cataclysmic heavenly tribulation.

"That… that… the Seven-Colored Saint Tribulation?" Princess Long Ji's eyes widened in shock.

Seven-colored tribulation—that was the heavenly calamity that appeared only when one ascended to sainthood!

Why was it appearing now?

And who had triggered it?

"Could it be…" Princess Long Ji froze, her heart momentarily stilled.

Could it be Jun Jun Xiaoyao who triggered the Seven-Colored Saint Tribulation?