Chapter 74: Purifying the Demonic Corpse, the Secret of the Dark Source, the Supreme Bows

The old Taoist from the Daoji Tianzong Sect stared blankly, his lips slightly parting: “That truly… is the Jun family’s Divine Son?”

Even this old Taoist, a sage with decades of cultivation and profound inner stillness, was stunned—clearly, this scene had shaken the world to its core.

“Yes, it is the Divine Son,” said the Jiang family elder, his voice trembling slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao, as Jiang Rou’s son, was also half a member of the Jiang family.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao stand toe-to-toe with a Supreme-level demonic corpse, the Jiang elder was deeply delighted.

“Perhaps it’s time to find a way to strengthen the bond between the Divine Son and my Jiang family—perhaps an alliance through marriage with Luoli would be perfect…”

The Jiang elder was already plotting in his mind how to fully win over Jun Xiaoyao and bind him to the Jiang family.

After all, a prodigy who could rival a Supreme-level demonic corpse at the Divine Bridge realm was rare indeed—even across countless ages.

The Jiang family elder, Jiang Bangyin, stood frozen like a clay statue, utterly speechless.

The shock was too immense.

The elder from the Ancestral Dragon Nest and Long Bichi were also completely petrified.

Especially Long Bichi—when she saw Jun Xiaoyao summon the Sacred Body’s aura to suppress the Supreme demonic corpse, a wave of deep fear and helplessness drowned her spirit.

Previously, though Long Bichi had feared and distrusted Jun Xiaoyao, she still believed he could be defeated.

At least, those like Long Aotian, still in seclusion, certainly had the qualification to oppose, even defeat, Jun Xiaoyao.

But now, seeing this, Long Bichi’s mind spun, her legs nearly giving out.

She now believed that even if Long Aotian emerged from seclusion, defeating Jun Xiaoyao would be as impossible as climbing to heaven.

Not even others—Jun Zhantian’s face had also frozen for a brief moment.

Then came a wave of wild joy.

He had originally thought Jun Xiaoyao’s participation in the Supreme Relic Vault was merely to make a public appearance and boost his reputation.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao’s performance was dazzling—bordering on miraculous—and even Jun Zhantian was stunned.

Within days, this news would spread across the entire Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao would become the very symbol of invincibility among the younger generation!

The Jun family’s prestige would naturally soar.

As for the tens of thousands of other cultivators, watching Jun Xiaoyao, bathed in the reverence of countless saints, subdue the demonic corpse with a mere gesture in the Observing Heaven Mirror, their spirits trembled violently.

Their eyes were filled with horror and awe.

“That Yuan Tian Supreme demonic corpse, though its power may be less than a ten-thousandth of its former strength, is still far beyond what the younger generation can withstand,” said one cultivator, drawing a deep breath.

“Correct—even experts of the Heaven-Piercing and Divine Flame realms would find it nearly impossible to deal with this corpse,” said a Divine Flame realm elder from a major sect, shaking his head.

“The Jun family’s Divine Son… is terrifying…”

Every cultivator present felt their scalp prickling, their hearts unable to settle.

As for the female cultivators, seeing Jun Xiaoyao in his white robes, transcendent and otherworldly…

His elegant, immortal demeanor made them nearly lose control.

Countless female cultivators flushed crimson, imagining themselves as Jiang Shengyi, close to Jun Xiaoyao.

Meanwhile, within the Supreme Relic Vault, Jun Xiaoyao was unaware that the outside world had erupted because of him.

Jun Xiaoyao’s entire focus was on confronting the Supreme demonic corpse.

To be fair, the effect of the Sacred Body’s aura far exceeded Jun Xiaoyao’s expectations.

He had thought merely weakening the Supreme demonic corpse’s power by a fraction would be sufficient.

He hadn’t anticipated it could also purify the black mist and demonic energy within the corpse.

Now, the Supreme demonic corpse’s power had been suppressed to its limit.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward and unleashed a palm strike.

Laden with the primordial blood force of the Ancient Sacred Body, it slammed into the chest of the Supreme demonic corpse.

The Ancient Sacred Body’s blood force exerted powerful suppression over demonic entities.

Combined with the aura’s suppression, the black mist within the corpse was driven out again, hissing as white smoke rose.

The black hairs on the Supreme demonic corpse began to fall off.

Its blood-red eyes gradually darkened.

Two faint flames, like candles in the wind, ignited within its eye sockets.

Jun Xiaoyao knew—they were the last lingering fragments of Yuan Tian Supreme’s soul.

“Disciple… did you grant me release…?”

A series of fragmented spiritual thoughts drifted from the soul flames toward Jun Xiaoyao.

“Yes,” Jun Xiaoyao replied with his own spiritual thought.

“The Ancient Sacred Body… no… the Ancient Sacred Body that shattered its chains…”

A wave of astonishment echoed through the spiritual thought.

Clearly, Jun Xiaoyao’s chained-breaking Sacred Body had also surprised Yuan Tian Supreme.

“Elder, how did you come to this?” Jun Xiaoyao sent his thought.

“The Other Realm… the heavens have changed… the source of darkness…”

The spiritual thought came in broken fragments.

“The Other Realm… the source of darkness?” Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly.

“I seemed to see… a figure in white robes, back turned to all living beings, suppressing the very end of darkness, alone, severing eternity…”

Yuan Tian Supreme’s lingering soul continued speaking words Jun Xiaoyao could not comprehend.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao deduced that Yuan Tian Supreme’s downfall—and the grotesque corruption of his corpse after death—must be tied to this so-called source of darkness and dark matter.

But these were matters beyond Jun Xiaoyao’s current reach.

At that moment, Yuan Tian Supreme’s lingering soul spoke again: “In your third eye… lies my legacy… the Yuan Emperor Dao Sword…”

Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

No wonder he was a Supreme—even with only a sliver of soul remaining, his perception remained formidable.

“Since there is a legacy… it is fate… the object is inside the wooden box…”

“The rest… may lie in the lower realms… the continent…”

Yuan Tian Supreme’s lingering soul spoke in fragments, like a candle flickering in the wind, barely holding on.

Jun Xiaoyao memorized every word.

“Her family… also resides in the lower realms… the ancient talisman is the token… please care for her family…” Yuan Tian Supreme’s spiritual thought said.

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze grew deep.

He now understood why Ji Xuan, holding the ancient talisman, was not attacked by the demonic corpses—or even by Yuan Tian Supreme’s corpse.

The talisman was, in fact, a token between Yuan Tian Supreme and his consort.

And his consort had left behind a family in the lower realms.

“Lastly… I beg you… let me return to dust, to earth…” Yuan Tian Supreme’s spiritual thought whispered.

Then, he bowed deeply to Jun Xiaoyao.

This sight stunned everyone inside and outside the Supreme Relic Vault.

Since Jun Xiaoyao and Yuan Tian Supreme communicated via spiritual thought, outsiders heard nothing.

But they saw the Supreme’s corpse bow to Jun Xiaoyao.

“What is this? Even a Supreme bows to the Jun family’s Divine Son?”

Outside the vault, everyone drew a sharp breath, their scalps prickling.

The Jun family’s Divine Son was unfathomably deep.

Inside the vault, Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly and sent a spiritual thought: “Elder, rest assured—I shall do my utmost. Go in peace.”

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand, golden magic power surging.

The Supreme’s corpse offered no resistance—it dissolved instantly into a pile of dust, scattering away.

A Supreme, gone.

At the same moment, Ji Xuan, watching from afar, felt his heart plunge into icy despair, trembling all over.