Chapter 67: Sign In for Five-Star Reward: One of the Five Divine Arts—Yuan Huang Dao Jian!

Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhangjian, Jun Wanjie, and Jiang Sheng each pulled out a Yuan Tian Supreme Token.

These tokens can only be used for individual teleportation, so Jun Xiaoyao could not bring Jun Linglong or the Nine-Headed Lion inside.

Soon, the surrounding void twisted, and their four figures vanished from their original spots.

When Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes again, they had arrived at the deepest core of the Yuan Tian Secret Repository.

Heavy mists floated around them.

The environment was pitch-dark, exuding a chilling sensation.

It seemed as if everything around had been corrupted and demonicized.

“Is this the deepest core of the Yuan Tian Secret Repository?”

Jun Xiaoyao, clad in pristine white robes, stood with his hands behind his back.

His entire body was shrouded in celestial radiance, golden divine light flickering.

The Primal Ancient Holy Body was innately immune to all evils, so these gray mists affected Jun Xiaoyao not at all.

Around Jiang Shengyi, countless natural Dao patterns were etched into the void, shielding her from the gray mists’ erosion.

The Primordial Dao Womb was also an extremely rare and powerful physique, nearly equal to the Primal Ancient Holy Body.

Jun Wanjie was surrounded by writhing lightning, whose power also suppressed the gray mists.

Only Jun Zhangjian, though possessing the Undying Sword Body, could not repel the gray mists and had to rely on magic power to block them.

He was the most pitiful of the four.

“Sigh… being with the Divine Sons, I feel so ordinary, so weak…” Jun Zhangjian sighed inwardly.

Jun Xiaoyao stood in place, and a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

“Ding, you have arrived at the Yuan Tian Supreme Secret Repository. Does the host wish to sign in?”

Hearing the system prompt, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

As expected, only by reaching the repository’s deepest core could the sign-in reward be triggered.

“Sign in!” Jun Xiaoyao silently thought.

“Ding, congratulations, host. You have received a five-star reward: Yuan Huang Dao Jian!”

As the system’s voice faded, intricate magical incantations flooded into Jun Xiaoyao’s spiritual sea.

In his divine palace, a brilliant divine chain seemed to coalesce.

Simultaneously, Jun Xiaoyao’s vision filled with illusory scenes.

A towering golden figure stood majestically between heaven and earth.

At its third eye, Daoic principles manifested, then transformed into a brilliant order divine chain.

That order divine chain then condensed into a golden short sword, barely an inch long.

Though small in appearance, when unleashed, it reversed heaven and earth, shattered the cosmos!

All existence before it—mountains, rivers, lakes, seas—turned to dust in an instant!

The might radiating from that golden blade was no weaker than the Zun Family’s Lu Xian Sword Art as wielded by the Eighteen Ancestors!

Five-star reward: Yuan Huang Dao Jian!

This was Jun Xiaoyao’s reward from this sign-in.

“Yuan Huang Dao Jian is the famed technique of the Yuan Tian Supreme, one of the Five Divine Arts, equal in renown to my Zun Family’s Lu Xian Sword Art.”

Jun Xiaoyao murmured inwardly.

When the Eighteen Ancestors taught him the Lu Xian Sword Art, they had also mentioned the other four Divine Arts.

Yuan Huang Dao Jian was one of them.

Yuan Huang Dao Jian is not a true sword—it is an order divine chain, possessing the power to transform Dao, mysterious and unfathomable, immensely potent.

In ancient times, the Yuan Tian Supreme was able to invade the Ancestral Dragon Nest to seize dragon bones and ascend Mount Wan Feng to slay the Divine Phoenix largely because of Yuan Huang Dao Jian.

And Yuan Huang Dao Jian became renowned alongside the Yuan Tian Supreme.

However, after the Yuan Tian Supreme’s demise, this technique was lost.

Thus, it became a great regret.

Many elders in the Immortal Realm lamented that an invincible lineage had been severed.

Who would have thought that this long-lost lineage had been obtained by Jun Xiaoyao through sign-in?

“A five-star reward?” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

He felt no disappointment.

After all, five-star rewards were already substantial; he could not expect seven- or eight-star rewards every time.

Moreover, the power of Yuan Huang Dao Jian had not disappointed him.

He could restore this lost lineage to the world.

“Xiaoyao, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Shengyi turned her head, looking at Jun Xiaoyao.

Since earlier, Jun Xiaoyao had remained frozen in place, as if lost in thought.

“Nothing.” Jun Xiaoyao snapped back to awareness.

Inside his divine palace lay an order divine chain.

All he needed to do was nurture it over time, and its power would grow ever stronger.

“Huh?” Jiang Shengyi glanced sharply at Jun Xiaoyao.

Possessing the Primordial Dao Womb, she was highly sensitive to all Daoic principles and order rules.

Just a moment ago, she had sensed what seemed to be an immensely potent Daoic aura hidden within Jun Xiaoyao’s third eye.

Yet Jiang Shengyi did not mention it.

Everyone had their own secrets.

“My nephew is becoming increasingly mysterious…” Jiang Shengyi thought.

At that moment, deep ahead in the darkness, powerful magic fluctuations surged forth, accompanied by a chilling chill.

“Hmm? It’s Xuehuang—she’s in trouble.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed, and he soared through the air.

Jiang Shengyi and the other three followed closely behind.

…

Boom!

A demonic corpse slammed toward her, forcing Jun Xuehuang to stagger backward.

Blood trickled from her lips, her aura unstable.

“Damn it—do I really have to leave like this?” Jun Xuehuang panted, her expression grim.

She wasn’t afraid of dying here—she carried a Grand Teleportation Talisman.

If all else failed, she could just teleport away.

But Jun Xuehuang carried the pride of the Zun Family’s lineage.

Unless facing death, she refused to give up.

Now, over a dozen demonic corpses surrounded her and lunged together.

Such an encirclement—even a Divine Bridge or Guiyi prodigy—

Would likely be crushed. Even a He Dao expert might perish.

“No choice.” Jun Xuehuang sighed deeply, a trace of regret in her voice.

Yet for Jun Xiaoyao’s sake, she had no regrets.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao had once protected her before Long Hao.

Just as Jun Xuehuang prepared to activate her Grand Teleportation Talisman—

A golden rune palm surged from afar, pushing forward.

Like the hand of an ancient god, or a golden divine mill crushing heaven and earth, everything it passed through shattered and cracked.

Boom!

A violent collision erupted; the group of demonic corpses were blasted away, their bodies exploding.

“Divine Son!”

Jun Xuehuang’s ice-blue eyes sparkled with relief.

Turning around, she saw a figure like a celestial immortal in white robes, stepping through the air.

Beside him were Jun Zhangjian and the other three.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Jun Xuehuang, stepped before her, and said gently, “Sorry I’m late.”

“Divine Son…” Hearing his voice, Jun Xuehuang’s heart trembled slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao was ruthless and merciless toward enemies, like a demon.

But toward his own, he was attentive and protective.

“Thank you, Divine Son, I’m fine—just a minor injury,” Jun Xuehuang smiled.

Jun Xiaoyao’s simple apology and concern were more effective than any healing elixir, warming her heart.

“Tell me what happened,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

At that moment, the remaining undestroyed demonic corpses charged again; Jun Xiaoyao casually slapped, reducing them to pulp.

The golden magic power of the Primal Ancient Holy Body was sacred and highly suppressive toward such demonic corpses, easily eliminating them.

“It’s like this…” Jun Xuehuang recounted everything precisely.

After listening, Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

But that smile held no warmth.

"Hah... Threaten me? When did a mere blade of grass learn to threaten others?"