Chapter 6: Shattering the Eternal Limit, Jun Linglong Seeks to Follow

Jun Zhangjian’s record of five million jin had long stood on the Taiyue Ancient Stele.

It wasn’t that Jun Xiaoyao was the strongest among all the younger generation of the Jun family.

Many others in the rankings were training outside or in seclusion, never having their physical strength tested on the Taiyue Ancient Stele.

At this moment, seeing Jun Xiaoyao about to act, all eyes converged upon him.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, enshrined as the Divine Son from birth.

Every move he made drew attention from all directions.

If Jun Xiaoyao’s performance fell short, though no one would dare openly mock him, they would surely harbor quiet criticism.

Jun Zhantian, hidden within the void, was unusually tense.

Whether he could establish his first authority within the Jun family depended entirely on Jun Xiaoyao’s performance this time.

Jun Xiaoyao himself hadn’t thought so deeply—he simply wanted to test his strength after breaking through.

He clenched his five fingers into a fist, simple and unadorned, with not a single flourish.

Jun Xiaoyao felt as if a thousand giant elephants surged within his body, terrifying power transmitting from tendons and muscles to the tip of his fist.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao slammed his fist into the Taiyue Ancient Stele; the golden divine elephant shadow behind him seemed to surge forward in unison.

Instantly, the entire ancient stele shuddered violently and roared!

A blinding number appeared upon the Taiyue Ancient Stele.

Ten million jin!

Hisss…

All Jun family disciples stared in utter shock, frantically rubbing their eyes, unable to believe what they saw!

Only three years old—and ten million jin of raw strength!

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it!

Lan Qingya widened her beautiful eyes, her slender frame trembling slightly, her soul deeply shaken!

Though she refused to admit it, the Taiyue Ancient Stele had never been wrong.

Jun Linglong’s beautiful eyes also trembled, confirming her inner suspicion even further.

Even Jun Zhantian, hidden in the shadows, froze in stunned silence, looking almost comical.

But the matter was not over!

Cracks radiated outward from Jun Xiaoyao’s fist like a spiderweb, spreading in all directions.

“This…”

Jun Xiaoyao himself was momentarily stunned.

He swore he had no intention of destroying public property.

Crack!

Before everyone’s stunned gaze, the Taiyue Ancient Stele shattered piece by piece, finally collapsing entirely into countless fragments.

As it shattered, a voice, as if echoing from ancient times, rang out across the entire Jun family!

“Newly established the Eternal Limit—granting Heavenly Dao reward!”

The voice came from the void, majestic and grand, as if a great emperor whispered softly.

Yet the words spoken sent shockwaves through all ten directions!

The Eternal Limit!

What did this mean?

It meant that since ancient times, across countless eons, no one at Jun Xiaoyao’s age had ever possessed greater physical strength.

Even the ancient emperors and sovereigns of old could not match Jun Xiaoyao in physical power at age three!

This was an absolutely terrifying record!

In comparison, Jun Zhangjian’s five-million-jin record now seemed pitifully meager.

“The Divine Son has shattered the Eternal Limit!” Jun Linglong’s eyes blazed with brilliance, sparkling with awe.

If before she had merely suspected, now she had half a certainty.

Jun Xiaoyao might be the invincible being from that fragment of the future, his back turned to all beings.

Lan Qingya turned pale—this record was too terrifying, beyond her imagination.

Recalling how she had once guessed Jun Xiaoyao possessed only ten thousand jin of strength, she felt deeply embarrassed, her face flushing red.

“Hah! Grandson, impressive!”

Jun Zhantian couldn’t help but materialize from the void, his face glowing with joy, grinning broadly.

Jun Xiaoyao’s mouth twitched—why did that sound like an insult?

The other Jun family disciples, seeing Jun Zhantian appear, all bowed deeply: “Greetings, Clan Elder!”

“Grandpa, the Taiyue Ancient Stele is broken…” Jun Xiaoyao said helplessly.

“No problem—broken is broken. You’ve just given our Jun family an incredible surprise!” Jun Zhantian was overjoyed.

Compared to Jun Xiaoyao’s Eternal Limit record, what did a broken Taiyue Ancient Stele matter?

At this moment, a cluster of chaotic light emerged from the void, finally landing in Jun Xiaoyao’s hand.

This was the reward for shattering the Eternal Limit.

Jun Xiaoyao looked closely and found it was a jade slip.

He probed it with a spiritual sense—and immediately discovered it contained a supreme soul-refining technique.

Chaotic Divine Mill Contemplation Method!

“Interesting—so it’s aiming to make my body and spirit both invincible?”

Jun Xiaoyao smiled inwardly.

His body had already shattered the limit, unmatched since antiquity; with this supreme soul-refining method, when both body and spirit reached perfection, who could stand against him?

Jun Xiaoyao thought about it, tucked away the jade slip, and decided to study it in detail later.

At this moment, a streak of light shot from afar—it was a high-ranking Jun family elder, who called out loudly.

“Eighteenth Ancestor has sensed the Eternal Limit has been shattered—he bestows upon Divine Son Jun Xiaoyao three Immortal Divine Herbs!”

The elder’s words sent another wave of uproar through the crowd.

Many Jun family disciples turned green with envy!

Immortal Divine Herbs were exceedingly precious.

Generally, even a top-tier force from the Immortal Realm might possess only one or two Immortal Divine Herbs.

Though the Jun family was an ancient lineage with deep roots, they still possessed few Immortal Divine Herbs.

To bestow three at once—this had never happened in the Jun family’s history!

Yet, considering Jun Xiaoyao shattered the Eternal Limit, this reward seemed entirely justified.

Lan Qingya was so stunned she had grown numb.

She still vividly remembered how Jun Zhangjian had once been granted a single Immortal Divine Herb—he had treated it like a sacred ancestor, unwilling to use it.

But Jun Xiaoyao received three at once—the contrast was overwhelming.

“Please convey my thanks to Eighteenth Ancestor on my behalf,” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, neither arrogant nor humble.

He planned to return to the Heavenly Emperor Palace and enter seclusion to assimilate this achievement.

Jun Linglong hesitated slightly, bit her delicate lips, then stepped forward with graceful steps, her heart anxious: “Divine Son, please wait.”

“Hmm?” Jun Xiaoyao turned his head and saw Jun Linglong.

She was clad in a palace gown that hugged her budding, exquisite figure.

Her golden, slightly curled hair shimmered brilliantly, accentuating her flawless, snow-white, delicate face and peerless aura.

“Who are you?” Jun Xiaoyao asked, puzzled.

“I am Jun Linglong, honored to meet Divine Son Xiaoyao,” Jun Linglong said, slightly flustered.

She was normally composed and serene, her demeanor noble and refined.

But now, facing Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Linglong felt utterly ordinary, unable to summon even a trace of pride.

“What do you want?” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

The golden-haired girl was indeed visually stunning, but Jun Xiaoyao was not the type to be rendered motionless by a woman.

Thus, his attitude remained quite indifferent.

Jun Linglong felt unusually nervous; after bowing to Jun Xiaoyao, she spoke.

“Linglong wishes to become your follower!”

As soon as the words left her lips, the entire training ground fell into deathly silence.

Many male Jun family disciples turned pale, their hearts shattered.

In their eyes, the lofty, untouchable noble lady Linglong had now bowed low, voluntarily offering to become another’s follower.

It felt as if their own goddess had willingly become someone else’s plaything.