Chapter 4503: Going to the God-Slaying Island, Powerhouses of the Three Halls of the Underworld

Before, when Jun Xiaoyao exposed her identity as a transmigrator.

Chan Hongzhuang's heart, a strange idea popped up.

Jun Xiaoyao, will he also be like them?

Is he the so-called Fate Void Being?

"Hmm?"

Jun Xiaoyao heard this, turned his head, expression unchanged.

"What do you mean by this?"

"Nothing much, just felt that Young Master's thoughts, mindset, and perspective feel somewhat different from the people of this world."

Chan Hongzhuang herself is thoughtful and deep-minded.

Plus a woman's intuition.

This made her feel that Jun Xiaoyao and the other natives of this world are all different.

That kind of perspective and mindset exceeds a certain limit.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes dimmed slightly.

This Chan Hongzhuang is indeed a smart woman.

Smart women are very likable.

But overly smart women tend to be troublesome.

"When I have free time later, I'd like to learn what your world is really like."

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, and after speaking, he vanished into the void.

Chan Hongzhuang slightly dazed, her eyes showed contemplation.

Jun Xiaoyao did not directly answer this question.

But this was just a sudden idea that popped into Chan Hongzhuang's mind.

She herself has not the slightest evidence.

Maybe Jun Xiaoyao is just too smart, knows everything.

It feels like he's read the script, so that's why she feels this way.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it."

"If even Young Master Jun is not from this world."

"Then where exactly does he come from?"

"In that case, what is the worldview really like?"

"Could there truly be so-called parallel universes, or is it that different civilizations exist?"

"And the Xuanji Star I'm on, is it just one insignificant civilization among them?"

Chan Hongzhuang, for a moment, had many thoughts in her heart.

But then she shook her head slightly.

Now pondering these illusory and elusive matters is utterly meaningless.

What she needs is to establish herself in this world, grow stronger, and take control of her life and fate.

And Jun Xiaoyao is someone she must grasp.

……

In the days that followed, more than ten days passed.

In the Primordial Realm, peace gradually returned.

After Jun Xiaoyao announced ownership of the Burial King's Tomb.

The remaining forces' prodigies also dared not touch it.

And the entire Burial King's Tomb has eighteen levels, with an extremely vast area.

Various opportunities are very numerous.

With the manpower of the Cloud Clan's prodigies, it's also difficult to clean it thoroughly in a short time.

This can be said to be a happy trouble.

Jun Xiaoyao naturally has no time to waste here.

He handed over the black rune that controls the entire tomb to Yun Huaxin.

"With this rune, you can slowly search for all the opportunities within the Burial King's Tomb."

"Then Young Master..."

Yun Huaxin, Yun Mo Xuan, and others all looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

"I'll just wander around a bit." Jun Xiaoyao said.

He naturally has no extra time to waste here.

After all, his purpose for coming here to leave the Abyss Tianhe is for the God-Slaying Island.

Yun Huaxin and others also know that Jun Xiaoyao has his own plans.

They naturally cannot delay Jun Xiaoyao's time.

Afterwards, the Cloud Clan's prodigies continued to stay in the Burial King's Tomb to search for opportunities.

Jun Xiaoyao alone, left the Primordial Realm alone.

In the void outside the Primordial Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao gazed into the distance, seemingly looking toward the depths of the Abyss Tianhe, a vast and boundless island.

"How many vassal forces trapped on the God-Slaying Island are there?"

"And after such a long passage of time, what are their attitudes..."

Jun Xiaoyao has never been one to put much faith in the human heart.

The human heart is fickle.

Even forces that were once utterly loyal to the Jun clan.

After such a vast stretch of time passed with no one coming to rescue them.

Could that kind of loyalty possibly remain unchanged?

Jun Xiaoyao would not jump to conclusions or presume anything.

But neither would he harbor absolute expectations, counting on those vassal forces on the Fallen God Island to still be one hundred percent loyal to the Jun clan.

If they are loyal, then naturally that is good; Jun Xiaoyao is also willing to help them escape their predicament.

If they are not loyal, Jun Xiaoyao does not mind either; he will not force anything — parting on good terms is all.

Thinking silently to himself, Jun Xiaoyao took a step, and his figure instantly vanished into the void.

At the same time.

Within the Liyuan Tianhe, on a certain extremely gloomy star.

There were two figures, one man and one woman, sitting cross-legged on this star.

One of them, a man, was tall and powerfully built, his muscle lines as if forged from iron.

His bare upper body was covered in deep crimson patterns; looking closely, they flowed like magma.

His black hair hung loose, his features cold and hard.

In his pair of pupils, it seemed as though the fires of hell were burning.

With every breath through his mouth and nose, there was even a bloody and scorching aura.

On his back, he also carried a war saber stained with patches of blood.

Who knows how many powerful beings had perished beneath this blood-stained war saber.

And the woman beside him wore black clothes like the night, her figure slender.

Her features were exquisite, yet carried a pale, sickly air.

Most importantly, her entire figure was like shadow and mist, carrying a semi-transparent, illusory quality.

This pair of figures, one man and one woman, seemed to be meditating and regulating their breath here.

And before long.

In the void.

A man clad in a dark white long robe, holding a white bone fan, abruptly emerged.

This man's face looked quite young.

He looked like a scholar from the secular world.

Only his body carried an indescribably sinister aura, with no sense of a living person.

"White Bone Scholar."

Both this man and woman turned their gazes toward this man named White Bone Scholar.

"The Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher is gone." White Bone Scholar said, waving the white bone fan in his hand.

"Hmm, what happened?" The burly man revealed a surprised expression.

The black-clothed woman at the side then said, "The Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher is a masterpiece of the Yellow Springs Hall; how could it possibly be destroyed?"

The two of them had been cultivating all along before this and had not noticed any news.

White Bone Scholar shook his head and said, "The Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher was indeed an experimental product that our Yellow Springs Hall only managed to research after great difficulty."

"Unfortunately, it should have been dealt with by that Jun Xiaoyao."

Within the Netherworld, there are a total of Ten Halls.

And those experimental products of the Netherworld, some were researched separately by different halls.

There are also some that were jointly researched by several halls.

And the Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher was an experimental product with extremely powerful strength researched by the Yellow Springs Hall.

"Jun Xiaoyao? He's actually in the Liyuan Tianhe?" The burly man was shaken.

Jun Xiaoyao right now in the Netherworld is absolutely a hot commodity.

Many people of the Netherworld all want to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

But Jun Xiaoyao's own strength is not something ordinary people can handle.

In the outside world, there are also hegemonic clans like the Yun Clan protecting him, making it hard for big shots to take action against him.

"If we can capture Jun Xiaoyao, that would absolutely be a great merit, and we would receive unimaginable rewards."

"Our status within our respective halls would also absolutely become core."

That woman was somewhat tempted.

This White Bone Scholar comes from the Yellow Springs Hall of the Netherworld.

And the burly man, named Luo Zang, comes from the Avici Hall, one of the Ten Halls of the Netherworld.

As for the black-clothed woman, named You Ling, she comes from the Nether Spirit Hall, one of the Ten Halls.

"Even the Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher was defeated; do you think we can handle Jun Xiaoyao?"

"Even if the three of us join forces, the possibility of taking him down is also not very high." Luo Zang frowned and said.

The Avici Hall is, among the Ten Halls of the Netherworld, the one with the heaviest battle intent and killing nature, fearing nothing.

Even Luo Zang, who hails from the Avici Hall, speaks like this.

It can be seen that in the eyes of the Netherworld, Jun Xiaoyao is absolutely a tough nut to crack.

You Ling fell slightly silent upon hearing this as well.

She also understood that she had been thinking a bit too simply.

It's a pity we haven't reached the Immortal Realm yet; if only we waited until Jun Xiaoyao arrived in the Immortal Realm.

With our underworld's strength and formation in the Immortal Realm, we could easily cause great trouble for that Jun Xiaoyao. Luo Zang said.

But by then, the credit wouldn't belong to us. You Ling furrowed her brows and said.

Not so. The white-boned scholar gently shook his white bone fan and said: We certainly have a chance to deal with him.

Oh? Luo Zang and You Ling both turned their gazes toward the white-boned scholar.

The Island of God's Demise.

The white-boned scholar smiled faintly, giving off a chilling, sinister air.