Chapter 84: The Seven Inexplicables of the Immortal Realm: Marching to War, the Allied Armies Besiege the City

Jun Xiaoyao had some understanding of these Seven Inexplicables.

In the Immortal Realm, few had not heard of them.

The Seven Inexplicables refer to seven mysterious legends circulating in the Immortal Realm.

For instance, the legend of the Ghost Ship in the Starry Sky speaks of a spectral vessel at the end of the cosmos; anyone who sees it—no matter who, even a Saint—will be bewitched and board the ship, carried to the farthest shore of the Yellow Springs.

Another tale is that of the Headless Swordsmaster: a headless figure wanders the Immortal Realm, wielding a rusted, blood-dripping sword, and every cultivator who encounters him meets misfortune—whether ordinary cultivators or Supreme Beings, none escape.

Such legends, one after another, eventually coalesced into the Seven Inexplicables.

Each Inexplicable represents a forbidden mystery of the Immortal Realm.

Generally, no cultivator wishes to tangle with them, for these Inexplicables are too inauspicious, too bizarre—they can instantly cause a cultivator’s death and dissolution of their Dao.

“Do you mean this bronze fragment is connected to one of the Seven Inexplicables?” Jun Xiaoyao asked, his eyes glinting.

“Precisely. Among the Seven Inexplicables is the legend of the Bronze Immortal Palace; this fragment may have come from it,” Jun Zhantian said gravely.

“The Bronze Immortal Palace?” Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

The Bronze Immortal Palace was one of the Seven Inexplicables.

It was an extremely strange and inauspicious immortal palace.

Though called an immortal palace, to many it was indistinguishable from a tomb.

Eight or nine out of ten powerful figures who entered perished.

Yet the reason this Bronze Immortal Palace drew so many was the rumor that it contained relics tied to the Immortals.

Anything connected to the Immortals was enough to make every cultivator flock to it.

Throughout history, countless young Supremes, regional lords, and Saint-level experts entered the Bronze Immortal Palace, seeking the secrets of the Immortals and their blessings.

But the vast majority perished.

Even the few who escaped remained silent, refusing to speak of what lay within, as if fearing something.

It was precisely because of this that the Bronze Immortal Palace was listed among the Seven Inexplicables.

Jun Zhantian spoke solemnly to Jun Xiaoyao: “Xiaoyao, your talent is unparalleled; even without risking yourself, you will one day become a Saint, even a Sovereign. Do not let curiosity lead you into danger.”

Jun Xiaoyao was the jewel of the Jun Clan, its most core existence—he must not suffer any mishap.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to seek the Bronze Immortal Palace because of this bronze fragment, Jun Zhantian would never permit it.

“Heh, Grandfather, no need to be so tense. I was just asking out of curiosity—I didn’t realize this fragment had such origins,” Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

And just as he finished speaking,

a mechanical voice echoed again in his mind.

“Ding! Congratulations, Host! A new check-in location has refreshed: Check in at the Bronze Immortal Palace!”

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao was speechless.

Was the system trying to set a trap for him?

Could anyone just walk into the Bronze Immortal Palace?

But honestly, his curiosity had been stirred.

He quickly reviewed his current check-in locations.

Panwu Tomb, the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s Imperial Palace, and the Bronze Immortal Palace.

The Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s Imperial Palace was the easiest—he could check in soon.

Panwu Tomb required some effort, but was still manageable.

The Bronze Immortal Palace? There was not even a trace of it yet.

No one knew where it would appear next.

So Jun Xiaoyao was in no rush—he had ample time to strengthen himself.

“Thank you for the explanation, Grandfather. I have matters to attend to—I’ll take my leave,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

“Xiaoyao, remember: never investigate the Seven Inexplicables alone. At the very least, tell me first,” Jun Zhantian warned.

“Understood,” Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

Then Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of Mount Junjia’s gate.

In the sky, four tightly packed formations hovered.

They were the Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain—each guard ten thousand strong, totaling forty thousand, fully armed and ready.

The Wind Shadow Guard wore blue battle armor and wielded curved sabers.

The Imperial Guard wore golden battle armor and carried long halberds.

The Fire Cavalry wore crimson battle armor, rode blazing divine steeds, and held long spears.

The Mountain God Guard wore black heavy armor, wielding massive shields and battle axes.

The Four Divine Guards all radiated majestic aura and burning battle spirit!

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at them and was thoroughly satisfied.

“Young Master, the Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain—forty thousand strong—are fully prepared!” Jun Linglong presented the Divine Son Token.

Jun Xiaoyao took the token, nodded coolly, and said: “Good. I entrust this mission to you all as we head to the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom.”

Upon hearing this, the Four Divine Guards all bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, kneeling in unison!

“Wind Shadow Guard, we vow to die for the Jun Clan, for the Divine Son!”

“Imperial Guard, we vow to die for the Jun Clan, for the Divine Son!”

“Fire Cavalry, we vow to die for the Jun Clan, for the Divine Son!”

“Mountain God Guard, we vow to die for the Jun Clan, for the Divine Son!”

The Four Divine Guards roared in unison, their voices swallowing ten thousand miles like tigers!

Their cries shook the nine heavens, shattering the clouds above!

“Excellent! With you all, what cannot be accomplished?” Jun Xiaoyao felt his blood begin to boil.

What man has not dreamed of commanding legions and contending for dominion over heaven and earth?

Next, Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto a golden war chariot.

Nine-headed lions pulled the chariot into the sky.

Jun Zhangjian, Jun Xuehuang, Jun Wanjie, and Jun Linglong each led one of the Four Guards, following closely behind.

The entire procession surged across the heavens!

All major sects and cultivators along the way looked up in shock and awe.

“Is that… the Jun Clan’s Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain? Where are they headed?”

“No one knows. The Jun Clan hasn’t mobilized its army in ages—is this to crush a rebellion?”

“No, isn’t that the lead beast pulling the chariot… a top-tier Ancient Royal Clan, the Nine-Headed Lion?”

“Gah! The figure standing on the golden chariot—is that the Jun Clan’s Divine Son!”

Many cultivators, upon seeing the transcendent figure standing with hands behind his back, gasped in fear, their scalps prickling!

What could possibly compel the Jun Clan’s Divine Son to lead an army into battle?

Many cultivators exchanged glances, each understanding the other’s unspoken thought.

The enemies of the Jun Clan’s Divine Son… were in for ruin…

…

As Jun Xiaoyao led the Four Guards of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain toward Huozhou,

the three-nation alliance, led by the Azure Dragon Ancient Kingdom, had already penetrated deep into the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s heartland.

Every city along the way offered no resistance and was instantly crushed by the allied armies.

Bai Yuer understood that with the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s current strength, holding the entire realm was impossible.

The only option was to concentrate forces and make a final stand beyond the imperial capital.

After roughly ten days, the three ancient kingdoms’ alliance finally reached the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s imperial capital.

And now, outside the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s imperial capital,

banners fluttered violently in the wind!

Over a hundred thousand soldiers of the Vermilion Ancient Kingdom stood guard like an iron wall.

Bai Yuer had shed her usual demeanor, clad in crimson soft armor that accentuated her curves.

Her fiery red hair was tied back, revealing both allure and martial grace.

Around her stood Vermilion Ancient Kingdom’s generals, their gazes solemn, tinged with unease.

Amid this suffocating atmosphere,

the earth suddenly trembled.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the distance, a dark, endless tide surged forth.

A single glance revealed a black flood swallowing the land!

When they saw the vast, boundless army stretching to the horizon,

every Vermilion Ancient Kingdom general turned deathly pale.

The kingdom’s ministers sank into despair.

“The Vermilion Ancient Kingdom… is finished…” murmured an old minister, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Bai Yuer gripped her sword tightly, her stunningly beautiful face now etched with faint despair.

“Is there truly no way out?”

Bai Yuer gazed into the distance, as if hoping to see a certain figure appear.

But there, nothing was there...