Chapter 59: Jun Xiaoyao

Jun Xiaoyao and the others began to delve deeper into the underground palace.

As a supreme secret treasury, coupled with the eerie gray mist permeating everywhere.

Even a fool would know this supreme secret treasury had undergone some transformation, radiating ill omens.

Inside the underground palace, an ancient and decaying aura hung thick in the air.

At a glance, chilling winds howled, mist shrouded everything, and broken walls and ruined pillars lay scattered.

The ground was littered with numerous blackened corpses, strewn haphazardly.

Most bizarre of all, these corpses had black scales spreading across their skins, as if mutated.

The moment the cultivators stepped into the underground palace.

These eerie demonic corpses suddenly surged up, eyes blazing red as they lunged forward.

Their fingernails, like sharp blades, effortlessly pierced and tore through the cultivators’ bodies.

Cultivators at the Divine Bridge realm couldn’t withstand these demonic corpses.

Soon, large numbers of cultivators were slaughtered.

Yet on Jun Xiaoyao’s side, with a mere wave of his hand or step, he effortlessly crushed these demonic corpses into pulp.

As for the others, he didn’t care, and had no intention of caring.

Jun Xiaoyao wasn’t their nanny, nor was he a righteous cultivator.

The notion that greater power brings greater responsibility had nothing to do with Jun Xiaoyao.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, Jiang Shengyi, Jun Linglong, Jun Xuehuang, and others remained motionless.

It wasn’t that they wanted to help but couldn’t—they simply had no opportunity.

Jun Xiaoyao casually carved out a path forward; not a single demonic corpse could halt his steps.

On the other side, Long Bichi, Xiao Chen, and others had long since left this main path, vanished somewhere.

Jun Wanjie was no longer beside Jun Xiaoyao.

Ji Xuan stole a sidelong glance at Jun Xiaoyao, saw he wasn’t paying attention, and in a flash, slipped away from the main hall.

After Ji Xuan departed, Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a cold smile.

He had no intention of reaping Ji Xuan yet—the time wasn’t right.

As time passed, the number of cultivators dwindled.

Most cultivators had been utterly slaughtered by the demonic corpses.

“Xuehuang, Zhangjian, secretly search for Ji Xuan—but don’t alert him yet,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

Upon hearing this, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang both stiffened in their eyes.

Was the Divine Son targeting Ji Xuan?

Thinking of this, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for Ji Xuan.

No one who caught Jun Xiaoyao’s attention ever met a good end.

Jiang Shengyi opened her lips, her voice tinged with concern: “Xiaoyao, are you going to act against Ji Xuan? He possesses the Saint-King’s hand bone—if he truly fights to the death…”

Jiang Shengyi was worried.

It wasn’t that she feared Jun Xiaoyao might lose to Ji Xuan.

But if Ji Xuan fought desperately in retaliation, he might still inflict some harm on Jun Xiaoyao.

“Is Sister Shengyi worried about me?” Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Jiang Shengyi bit her lip: “I’m your aunt—who else would care for you?”

“Hah, unnecessary. Among the young generation of the Immortal Realm, no one—past, present, or future—will ever make Jun Xiaoyao hesitate.”

Jun Xiaoyao laughed carefreely.

This wasn’t arrogance—it was fact.

Extraordinary talent, bound to a system.

If he still feared this and feared that, Jun Xiaoyao might as well bash his head against a tofu block and die.

Jiang Shengyi rolled her eyes at Jun Xiaoyao, yet her lips couldn’t help but twitch upward.

Jun Xiaoyao’s confident demeanor was truly beautiful.

“Let’s go. There are some treasures in this underground palace—we shouldn’t waste them,” Jun Xiaoyao said, sweeping his sleeve.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao rode the Nine-Headed Lion, moving alongside Jiang Shengyi.

Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang went to secretly track Ji Xuan.

On the other side, Xiao Chen, wearing a hooded cloak, moved through the labyrinthine underground palace.

“Xiao Chen, turn left, then go straight—this old man has sensed the aura of the ancient dragon bones; they’re not far!”

In Xiao Chen’s mind, Qinglong Shiren’s voice came, faintly tinged with excitement.

Even Qinglong Shiren couldn’t remain calm.

If he could obtain the ancient dragon bones and fuse them with various materials, he could reshape his body.

Not only could he restore his peak state, but even surpass it, breaking through to become a Supreme Sovereign, wasn’t impossible.

Even a quasi-supreme powerhouse like Qinglong Shiren struggled to contain his excitement.

Not to mention Xiao Chen, this naive fool.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he quickened his pace.

After about half an hour, after eliminating several demonic corpses and a few other cultivators, Xiao Chen entered a cavern-like chamber.

The entire underground cavern was enormous.

Xiao Chen breathed heavily, gazing out.

Before him, in the vast cavern, lay five colossal dragon skeletons.

Four of the skeletons glowed a deep, dark gold, their bones etched with intricate, mysterious runes.

Even as mere bones, these four dark-gold dragon skeletons radiated a vast, majestic aura that made Xiao Chen feel an irresistible urge to kneel and worship.

“Is this the ancient dragon bone?” Xiao Chen’s fingers trembled with excitement.

Merely sensing this aura, he knew the ancient dragon bone was immensely powerful—absolutely capable of triggering his complete transformation.

Yet in his mind, Qinglong Shiren suddenly gasped.

“Could that be… the legendary Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone?!”

“Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone?” Xiao Chen frowned, then turned his gaze to the final skeleton.

This skeleton differed from the other four dark-gold ones—it glowed with a jade-like luster, as if carved from celestial jade, naturally perfect.

Its bones were covered in dense, swirling runes, like celestial orbits, radiating mystery and overwhelming power.

Though the four dark-gold ancient dragon bones were powerful, beside this primordial dragon bone, they were like ministers facing an emperor.

“The Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone is the remains of a dragon sovereign who possessed Ancestral Dragon blood—far stronger than ancient dragon bones!” Qinglong Shiren said urgently.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen drew a deep breath, his eyes filled with awe.

How powerful was Ancestral Dragon blood?

The entire Ancestral Dragon Nest was named after it.

The true Ancestral Dragon Emperor was a being who could subdue even human emperors!

Of course, the Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone before Xiao Chen was clearly not pure-blooded Ancestral Dragon remains.

Pure-blooded Ancestral Dragon relics were likely nonexistent even within the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

Yet even a trace of Ancestral Dragon blood was enough to make this Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone an invaluable treasure.

“I’m rich! Xiao Chen is going to get rich!”

Xiao Chen breathed heavily, his body trembling with excitement.

He cultivated the Azure Dragon Transformation Art—if he fused this Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone, how powerful would he become?

Then, even if he couldn’t dominate an entire era, he could surely crush the young generation of the Huangtian Immortal Realm!

“Xiao Chen, this place isn’t safe to linger in—quickly collect all five dragon bones,” Qinglong Shiren warned.

“Right,” Xiao Chen snapped back to reality.

He only wanted to take the five dragon bones away immediately, find a secluded place to refine them, then humiliate Jun Xiaoyao and seek fierce revenge.

Yet just as Xiao Chen was about to act and collect the dragon bones.

A surprised female voice rang out.

“That’s… ancient dragon bones, and… the Supreme Ancestral Dragon Bone?!”