Chapter 692: The sorrow of the last Huanggu Shengti, for the sake of protection, the hope for the rise of the Huanggu Shengti lineage

The desolate and ruined Sacred Hall.

A middle-aged man with stubble sat alone in this place.

His hands and feet were shackled, and chains pierced through his shoulder blades.

On his back, he carried a heavy ancient tablet, with characters left by the Tyrant Body carved on it.

This scene made people feel somewhat desolate, somewhat lonely, and sour in their hearts.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would absolutely not have believed that the person in front of him was an Ancient Huanggu Shengti.

But the resonance caused by the bloodline made Jun Xiaoyao incomparably certain.

This person was an Ancient Huanggu Shengti.

That was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, wearing somewhat old grey cloth clothes, stubble, murky eyes, and messy black hair.

He looked like a middle-aged uncle who was down and out, buying drinks by the wine market.

No one would have thought that this was an Ancient Huanggu Shengti.

The Ancient Huanggu Shengti, no matter how declined, always gave people a feeling of blood energy surging to the sky and suppressing the galaxy.

But this Ancient Huanggu Shengti in front of him was like a frustrated and down-and-out middle-aged uncle in the mortal world.

"Big uncle, we brought you something delicious; we'll roast chicken later!" Little Xuanyan stepped forward, holding a cleaned spirit-feather chicken in her hand.

The man smiled, a look of love appearing in his eyes.

A somewhat rough hand stroked Little Xuanyan's little head.

"Big uncle, this big brother is also an Ancient Huanggu Shengti. He is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also revealed an excited look.

"My lord, a new Huanggu Shengti has finally come." Elder Ning Defa cupped his hands toward the middle-aged man, a look of respect in his eyes.

Even though the middle-aged man was in this down-and-out state, their words were filled with respect.

The middle-aged man cast his gaze toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.

Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the middle-aged man's realm was not weak.

At the very least, he was in the Saint Lord Realm.

The Saint Lord Realm, compared to a Supreme, might not seem like much.

But one must know that the Ancient Huanggu Shengti is restricted by heaven and earth and is extremely difficult to cultivate.

In the recent ancient era, even an Ancient Huanggu Shengti in the Sage Realm was rarely seen.

An Ancient Huanggu Shengti in the Saint Lord Realm was already extremely monstrous.

The Fallen Huanggu Shengti that Jun Xiaoyao had obtained before was only in the Sage Realm.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.

He was an anomaly, having signed in a Huanggu Shengti that naturally broke the shackles, so he could not be counted.

The middle-aged man in front of him, although an Ancient Huanggu Shengti in the Saint Lord Realm.

But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that his blood energy was declining, his vitality was drying up, and he was incomparably weak, as if he were walking to the end of his life.

Those chains and the ancient tablet were all wearing down the blood energy within the man.

"I have something to say to this little brother," the middle-aged man said, his voice hoarse.

Elder Ning Defa understood and took the hands of Little Xuanyan and Ning Chen, saying, "Let's go, let's go roast this chicken."

"Oh, roast chicken!" Little Xuanyan giggled.

Ning Chen also wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Watching the backs of the siblings as they left, the middle-aged man had a look of love in his murky eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao then said, "It seems that you take great care of these siblings, senior, even sparing no effort to bestow your own remaining Huanggu Shengti essence blood upon them."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but said leisurely.

"I was thinking that even if I fall one day, I can still leave a little spark for the Huanggu Shengti lineage."

"These two children have naturally amazing bones, and their Sacred Blood is more abundant than other descendants of the Hall Guardian lineage. They are the sparks that will be enough to start a prairie fire in the future."

The man's tone was calm, without any resentment because of his own situation.

"These few drops of Huanggu Shengti essence blood are also yours, senior, right?" Jun Xiaoyao took out the Ancient Huanggu Shengti essence blood he had obtained from the auction.

The man's expression remained calm, and he nodded slightly.

"Why not resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.

In his view, this Huanggu Shengti was definitely not the type to live in humiliation and fear death.

Yet he was willing to endure this kind of humiliation of being bound.

"I am the last Hall Master of the Ancient Sacred Hall, and also the last generation of Huanggu Shengti. My talent is limited; I only broke five shackles and can at most cultivate to the Saint Lord Realm, unable to advance any further."

"I have already failed my ancestors and do not want to implicate the Hall Guardian lineage who followed the Huanggu Shengti lineage to the death."

"I originally wanted to die in battle, but at one moment, I saw those siblings and seemed to see the spark of hope."

"I must live, even if I endure all humiliation, I must protect that village and continue the spark..."

The man looked up, his eyes still bright.

Living in darkness, his heart turned toward the light.

He could die.

But before he died, he also wanted to see those siblings grow up and continue the glory of the Huanggu Shengti.

At this moment, even someone as indifferent as Jun Xiaoyao could not help but have his heart slightly shaken.

He finally understood why Little Xuanyan would say that the big uncle was a great hero who protected them.

"May I ask your name, senior?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone also carried a trace of faint respect.

"My name is Wu Hu," the man named Wu Hu said with a hoarse voice.

The person is like his name.

"Hu" represents protection.

Precisely because of his protection, the Huanggu Shengti lineage still had a trace of a spark.

"Senior Wu Hu, since I have come, I will not allow any tragedy to happen."

"The Ancient Sacred Hall and the Hall Guardian lineage will not decline like this!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was very firm.

"I don't know your name yet, little brother?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, detaching himself from that sorrowful mood.

"I am Jun Xiaoyao," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Jun Xiaoyao... the surname Jun... could it be..."

As if thinking of something, Wu Hu's murky eyes could not help but flash with a look of surprise.

"Could it be that Jun..." Wu Hu asked in surprise.

"That's right, I come from the Ancient Jun Clan," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Wu Hu's body shook abruptly, and unprecedented golden light shot from his eyes.

His dormant blood seemed to start boiling, his gaze looking at Jun Xiaoyao as if looking at a rare treasure.

Wu Hu naturally knew of the Ancient Jun Clan.

That was a terrifying family that had been passed down for countless eras in the Immortal Realm.

Even the Ancient Sacred Hall at its peak did not dare to underestimate the Jun Clan in the slightest.

The Ancient Sacred Hall would not even put ordinary immortal forces in its eyes.

But facing the Jun Clan, even as strong as the Ancient Sacred Hall, they had to treat them with courtesy and could not be casual.

Wu Hu never expected that this generation's Ancient Huanggu Shengti would actually come from the Jun Clan.

Possessing such a powerful background, perhaps the Ancient Sacred Hall and the Hall Guardian lineage really had the possibility of rising again!

However, before Wu Hu could reveal his joy.

Jun Xiaoyao released his own aura again.

That aura made Wu Hu's expression freeze instantly, his pupils shrinking, sensing a fact that he could not believe!

"This... how is this possible? In your bloodline aura, there is no feeling of being suppressed at all. Could it be..."

Even with Wu Hu's state of mind, he could not help but tremble.

Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently, "I am a complete Ancient Huanggu Shengti that has broken ten shackles."

Boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, crossing Wu Hu's mind, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Afterward, he suddenly laughed up at the sky, tears wetting his clothes.

His emotions were so excited that they were hard to suppress.

What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope for the rise of the Huanggu Shengti lineage! ===== CHAPTER 693 =====