Chapter 962: The Divine Weeping Halberd, Sign-In Reward of the Seven Stars, the War God

Mount Zhanshen lies deep within the Zhanshen Academy.

It is a majestic peak soaring into the heavens.

At the peak of Zhanshen, one laughs atop the world.

The founding Zhanshen created the Zhanshen Academy and inherited the title of Zhanshen.

He planted his personal weapon, the Divine Weeping Halberd, atop the highest peaks.

To this day, no one has been able to pull it free.

Since then, Mount Zhanshen became the sacred hallowed ground of the Zhanshen Academy.

Countless beings from beyond the realms have come to Mount Zhanshen to pay homage and remember the founding Zhanshen’s grandeur.

One could say Mount Zhanshen is the Zhanshen Academy’s shrine of honor and faith.

Now, countless beings from beyond the realms have gathered inside and outside Mount Zhanshen.

Many arrived early, securing prime positions, waiting for the world-shaking battle to begin.

The Prince of the Other Shore, Li Jiuming, Pu Yao, and other Celestial Geniuses of the Heavenly King tier arrived early.

“Gentlemen, what do you think the outcome will be?” Li Jiuming asked.

“The invincible legend of the Chaos Body will end,” Pu Yao said coldly.

“I came here to witness his defeat,” the Prince of the Other Shore said, cold light flickering in his eyes.

At the last Heavenly Chosen Gathering, Jun Xiaoyao slapped him, stripping him of all dignity.

This time, the Prince of the Other Shore came to see just how much power Jun Xiaoyao truly possesses.

If Mo Jie, the Imperial Son, can easily subdue Jun Xiaoyao,

then he need not fear Jun Xiaoyao so much—he can directly reclaim his honor.

On the other side, Tu Shan Wanguan, Tu Shan Chunchun, Fei Qingxue, and Su Hongyi had also arrived.

Su Hongyi’s appearance startled many.

Dressed in a crimson gown, exquisite and otherworldly.

Many sighed, marveling that Jun Xiaoyao truly had keen eyes—finding gold in the sand.

“Sister Wanguan, what’s wrong?”

Seeing Tu Shan Wanguan’s expression seemed angry, Tu Shan Chunchun asked curiously.

“I just gave Xiao Hei a little scolding—he ran off outright. I even picked him up off the street once.”

Tu Shan Wanguan was annoyed.

Yun Xiaohei had left alone.

Even a dog, raised long enough, learns gratitude and repays its master.

Yet Yun Xiaohei slipped away without a word.

Even if he’d just said goodbye, Tu Shan Wanguan wouldn’t be this angry.

“He’s just a stable boy—why are you so upset, Sister Wanguan?” Tu Shan Chunchun sneered, thinking it trivial.

“Forget him. I’ve been more than kind to him. He’s the one who doubted the Young Master’s character behind his back.” Tu Shan Wanguan shook her head.

Yun Xiaohei’s greatest sin was doubting Jun Xiaoyao.

Such an ungrateful wretch—let him go.

“The Young Master’s opponent is Mo Jie, the Imperial Son,” Tu Shan Chunchun said, worry in her large eyes.

As one of the Seven Imperial Sons, Mo Jie held great prestige beyond the realms.

“I trust the Young Master—he has this ability,” Tu Shan Wanguan declared firmly.

In her sparring with Jun Xiaoyao, she sensed his power, deeper than the universe itself.

Jun Xiaoyao has never once used his full strength.

Even when slaying that Supreme Elder servant, Jun Xiaoyao still held back.

That was why Tu Shan Wanguan had such confidence in him.

As time passed, more and more people gathered around Mount Zhanshen.

Even some elders of the Zhanshen Academy came to watch.

After all, this could be considered the pinnacle battle among the younger generation beyond the realms.

Mo Jie, one of the Seven Imperial Sons, versus the quasi-Zhanshen Chaos Body.

Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, a figure in white robes descended from the sky.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was calm as he gazed at Mount Zhanshen.

A breeze stirred, lifting each strand of his hair—each one glistened, as if spiritual energy flowed within.

Many women seeing Jun Xiaoyao for the first time showed flashes of awe.

“No wonder even the Lord of Luo wants to take a young boy—this Chaos Body is too transcendent,” many celestial maidens whispered, eyes gleaming.

“Handsome won’t feed you—when Mo Jie arrives, will he still look so detached?”

Some male geniuses muttered enviously under their breath.

“Young Master…”

Tu Shan Chunchun and the others’ eyes brightened.

Yet they were tactful.

Jun Xiaoyao’s battle was about to begin—he needed to adjust his state; they dared not disturb him.

Jun Xiaoyao strolled slowly up Mount Zhanshen.

Tens of thousands of eyes followed his every step.

Mount Zhanshen was tall and steep, radiating an invisible pressure—like a Zhanshen standing supreme in the world.

Jun Xiaoyao’s face remained calm, his steps unhurried.

Mo Jie had not yet arrived—he might as well sign in atop Mount Zhanshen first.

Soon, Jun Xiaoyao reached the peak of Mount Zhanshen.

Looking out, the peak was vast and open.

The entire mountain body was engraved with ancient, intricate runes.

Even the fiercest battles could not shake the mountain’s foundation.

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes immediately locked onto the center of the peak.

A dark-golden halberd was plunged upright in the very center.

The halberd stood seven feet tall, its body dark and dull, reflecting a black-gold sheen.

Its most peculiar feature was the crimson lines etched along its shaft.

They resembled human blood vessels and capillaries.

A sense of desolation, slaughter, dominance, and boundless might surged through the air.

The Divine Weeping Halberd!

The weapon of the founding Zhanshen of the Zhanshen Academy.

Planted atop Mount Zhanshen, no one since ancient times has pulled it free.

It cannot be extracted by brute strength alone.

It requires a will that bears the Zhanshen’s mandate!

The moment Jun Xiaoyao laid eyes on the Divine Weeping Halberd, he felt it.

His wrist burned faintly, as if branded by molten iron.

The Dark Hexagram Mark seemed on the verge of bursting forth on its own.

“Of course…” Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flickered with dark light.

Just as he had suspected.

The founder of the Zhanshen Academy—the first Zhanshen—

was none other than one of the Six Demonic Kings!

And if Jun Xiaoyao’s guess was correct,

the demon-like man he slew in the Heavenly Tomb,

was almost certainly the inheritor of the first Zhanshen’s destiny.

Meaning, the first Zhanshen’s apocalyptic destiny had passed to that man.

But Jun Xiaoyao had directly slain that man in the Heavenly Tomb.

Thus, the destiny and the Dark Hexagram Mark fell upon him.

In this way, Jun Xiaoyao became the inheritor of the first Zhanshen’s will.

Fate truly is wondrous.

Jun Xiaoyao approached the Divine Weeping Halberd.

The entire Mount Zhanshen began to tremble slightly.

“What’s happening?”

Some elders of the Zhanshen Academy showed surprise.

Mu Lao was present too; his gaze held a hint of astonishment as he stared at the Divine Weeping Halberd.

This halberd had remained utterly still for countless eons.

Yet today—

Mu Lao gazed deeply at Jun Xiaoyao.

Over here, after Jun Xiaoyao approached the Divine Weeping Battle Spear, a system notification echoed in his mind.

“Arrived at sign-in location: Mount Shenshen. Sign in?”

“Sign in.”

“Ding! Congratulations, host! You have received a Seven-Star reward: The Battle God’s Atlas!”