Chapter 66

Deep within the Yuan Tian Vault, thick gray mist hung heavy in the air.

A crushing silence, as if frozen for ten thousand ages.

And in this stillness, a figure shrouded in golden radiance appeared.

It was Ji Xuan.

Although the Yuan Tian Supreme Vault had experienced some anomalies, Ji Xuan felt no fear.

His understanding of this vault surpassed that of others.

Not to mention he had accidentally discovered an ancient talisman within a scripture hall of the Holy Spirit Academy, one linked to this Supreme Vault.

Moreover, as Ji family’s heavenly prodigy, Ji Xuan naturally possessed treasures for protection and escape.

If all else failed, he could simply use the Great Teleportation Talisman to leave—though he might lose the opportunity, he would at least save his life.

With all these measures, Ji Xuan could hardly imagine any danger befalling him.

Thus, Ji Xuan now felt utterly confident, his mind settled.

“The Yuan Tian Supreme was immensely powerful—he once rampaged through the Ancestral Dragon Nest and tore apart the Supreme of Ten Thousand Phoenix Spirit Mountain; hardly anyone dared provoke him.”

“Yet in the end, he faded into obscurity and vanished from history.”

“Rumors say that just before his demise, he traveled to another realm and brought back some rare artifact…”

“If one could obtain that treasure, it might forge an invincible young Supreme.”

Ji Xuan murmured to himself as he walked.

These details were recorded in the ancient texts.

Whether true or false, Ji Xuan could not judge—but with this ancient talisman, he believed it was nine out of ten times true.

At that moment, Ji Xuan suddenly halted.

His expression carried an inexplicable tone.

He turned his head and scanned the dark depths behind him.

There was utter silence.

Ji Xuan’s lips curled into a cold smile; he raised his right hand and pressed it toward the darkness.

Instantly, divine light erupted, talismans rained down, a brilliant magical hand seemed capable of erasing all things!

This was the power of the Saint-King’s hand bone.

BOOM!

The darkness was illuminated; a great tremor shook the place, and a figure shot forth, icy qi surging as if freezing the void itself.

It was Jun Xuehuang!

“I wondered why I felt someone trailing me—it’s you, Jun Xuehuang,” Ji Xuan said calmly and coldly.

“When did you notice?” Jun Xuehuang frowned slightly.

Yet even though discovered, she remained composed, showing no panic.

“Heh, I noticed long ago—I just never showed it. But I didn’t expect you’d follow me all the way here,” Ji Xuan said coldly.

“So what now?”

Jun Xuehuang stood tall, her slender form elegant and poised.

Her ice-blue pupils were utterly calm, without a ripple.

Any other person, if caught trailing Ji Xuan, would surely be terrified.

But Jun Xuehuang was the Seventh Sequence of the Jun family—she had the confidence to stand against Ji Xuan.

“What am I going to do? Heh—I had no wish to clash with your Jun family, but your actions have gone too far!”

Ji Xuan’s expression darkened instantly; he reached out and struck at Jun Xuehuang.

He had never wished to provoke the Jun family.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao’s reputation was too great—he couldn’t possibly be completely unafraid.

But now, the Jun family had plainly come to steal his fruits.

If Ji Xuan continued to retreat, he’d be a coward.

Moreover, in terms of background, the Ji family was no weaker than the Jun family.

So Ji Xuan acted without hesitation.

Jun Xuehuang raised her eyebrows and countered.

Needless to say, Ji Xuan’s right arm, fused with the Saint-King’s hand bone, was truly divine and transcendent.

Its aura even helped Ji Xuan repel the gray mist’s erosion.

But Jun Xuehuang was different—she had to expend part of her strength to resist the mist’s erosion.

This gray mist carried a subtle suppressing force.

Under these conditions, Jun Xuehuang’s strength was reduced by at least three or four tenths.

Ji Xuan, relying on the Saint-King’s hand bone, suffered almost no impact.

“Royal Path Fist!”

Ji Xuan clenched his right fist and slammed it forward.

A royal will spread outward, the punch’s radiance astonishing.

Jun Xuehuang swept her jade hand, and a crystal-clear ice shield solidified before her.

BOOM!

With a cracking sound, the ice shield shattered instantly; Jun Xuehuang was thrown back by the impact.

A trace of blood appeared at her lips.

Jun Xuehuang was injured.

“Jun Xuehuang, here, you’re no match for me. Also, tell Jun Xiaoyao not to lay his eyes on me—otherwise…”

“He’ll end up losing both the chicken and the grain!” Ji Xuan said coldly.

Jun Xuehuang’s gaze sharpened. “Are you threatening my Divine Son?”

“You may think so,” Ji Xuan replied coolly.

He possessed the ancient talisman—this Yuan Tian Supreme Vault was his domain.

If Jun Xiaoyao dared target him,

He’d surely receive a brutal lesson!

Seeing Jun Xuehuang’s icy expression, Ji Xuan frowned slightly.

He didn’t want her to delay him.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuan glanced around with the corner of his eye.

In the dark depths, he saw many dim, weathered coffins.

Ji Xuan recalled the ancient texts—they likely held monstrous objects corrupted by the gray mist.

With this thought, Ji Xuan acted—not toward Jun Xuehuang, but toward those coffins.

BOOM!

Ji Xuan unleashed a palm strike, as if heaven cracked and earth shattered; the coffins shattered, and rolling black qi surged forth.

Then, one by one, decaying demonic corpses covered in black hair emerged.

Ji Xuan immediately pulled out the ancient talisman he had obtained—ancient and dull, etched with intricate runes.

The black-haired demonic corpses, upon seeing the talisman, showed hesitation and dared not approach, instead locking their targets onto Jun Xuehuang.

“Ji Xuan, you!”

Jun Xuehuang was furious, her jade face pale—she hadn’t expected Ji Xuan to resort to such tactics.

“Heh, I didn’t kill you, Jun Xuehuang. Whether you survive is up to you.”

Ji Xuan smiled, turned, and swept his sleeve as he departed.

Watching Ji Xuan’s figure vanish into the darkness, Jun Xuehuang’s expression darkened.

Those demonic corpses, though decayed by time and far weaker than in life, were still beyond her ability to handle alone.

ROAR!

The demonic corpses let out ghostly shrieks and lunged at Jun Xuehuang.

Jun Xuehuang could only fight back while retreating.

On the other side, Jun Xiaoyao, having received the message from Jun Zhangjian, arrived with Jiang Shengyi and Jun Wanjie to rendezvous.

As for the Nine-Headed Lion and Jun Linglong, since they lacked the Yuan Tian Supreme Token, they could not enter the vault’s depths and could only seek other opportunities in the outer layers.

Soon after, Jun Xiaoyao arrived before an ancient teleportation array.

Jun Zhangjian was already waiting there.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, his eyes lit up; he stepped forward and bowed. “Divine Son, you’ve come.”

“Where is Jun Xuehuang?” Jun Xiaoyao asked.

“She went alone to track Ji Xuan and told me to wait here for you,” Jun Zhangjian replied.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

“Ji Xuan must have some plan for the Yuan Tian Vault—he wouldn’t come unprepared.”

“If Jun Xuehuang is careless, she’ll suffer.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s tone grew grave; he swept his sleeve and stepped onto the teleportation array.

On one hand, he needed to confirm Jun Xuehuang’s condition.

On the other, he wanted to see what sign-in reward he might receive.