Chapter 978: Heaven-Burial Forest, Three Women, Divine Silkworm Valley

The Borderlands lie between the Immortal Realm and the Foreign Realm, in the fissure between two worlds.

Yet its scope is nearly infinite, with no visible edge.

Even a Chaos Dao Sovereign or a Pretender Emperor struggles to survey every corner of the Borderlands.

For the Borderlands are too mysterious—since ancient times uncontrolled by either realm, its rules shattered, its qi chaotic.

It is a land without order, hiding countless oddities.

Such as the Bone-Burial Ground, the Ghost-Crying Abyss, the Can Star Plateau, the Heaven-Burial Forest, the Great Sacrifice Bloodland, the Wild Ancient Mountains, and more.

Each is a forbidden zone, extremely perilous, harboring great anomalies.

Before coming to the Borderlands, Jun Xiaoyao had already gained some understanding of it.

The Great Sacrifice Bloodland, which Mu Lao had warned him to beware of, lay at the boundary between the Heaven-Burial Forest and the Wild Ancient Mountains.

“First, head to the Heaven-Burial Forest.”

Jun Xiaoyao fixed his target, stepped forward—and vanished as if traversing empty space.

Many disciples of the War God Academy sought to follow Jun Xiaoyao on his trials.

But before they could even speak, Jun Xiaoyao was already gone.

On another side, the Imperial Sons Ji Meng, Xue Di, and Chi of the Huo Dou Clan, three young supreme geniuses of imperial clans, exchanged a fleeting glance.

Their forms also vanished from where they stood.

Afterwards, disciples of the War God Academy, along with geniuses from major royal clans, pretender-imperial clans, and imperial clans, formed small teams and gradually penetrated deeper into the Borderlands.

Similarly, the Immortal Realm’s geniuses did the same.

Those confident in their strength entered alone.

Those lacking certainty or with specific plans entered in small teams.

In an instant, the vast expanse of the Borderlands became a battlefield of death.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

On the Borderlands, the two realms’ armies clashed, their roars shaking the heavens.

Of course, the true top-tier Qiangzhe —Chaos Dao Sovereigns or Pretender Emperor-level figures—had not yet intervened.

Instead, the younger generation fought fiercely across every corner of the Borderlands.

During these half-months, Jun Xiaoyao had traversed empty space continuously, finally arriving at the edge of the Heaven-Burial Forest.

Looking out, the entire Heaven-Burial Forest stretched vast as a colossal continent.

Ancient trees, towering a thousand zhang, rose like primordial giants standing firm.

Within this forest, numerous lethal dangers surfaced; lurking shadows concealed the most ferocious beasts.

Frequent bursts of fierce combat and piercing screams echoed through the air.

Jun Xiaoyao had no interest in any of this.

His primary goal was to seek the opportunity to break through to the Supreme Realm.

Secondarily, he intended to kill a few Immortal Realm enemies, to establish his credentials.

Of course, if he encountered any lowly creatures of the Foreign Realm, he could simply erase them on the way.

After all, here the qi was chaotic, the karmic threads disordered—even an Immortal would struggle to trace any evidence.

“The Heaven-Burial Forest should be one of the main battlegrounds where geniuses of both realms clash. I could enter and capture some Immortal Realm cultivators to gather intelligence on the Immortal Realm.”

Jun Xiaoyao mused.

As if remembering something, he pulled a ghost-faced mask from his spatial artifact.

It was the mask he had obtained from Xuan Yue.

Jun Xiaoyao placed the ghost-faced mask over his face.

This was to prevent possible encounters with Immortal Realm acquaintances who might recognize him.

It wasn’t that Jun Xiaoyao deliberately wished to conceal himself.

But now, he had only just managed to assume the identity of a Chaos War God and one of the Six Destroyer Kings—he absolutely could not expose it lightly.

Otherwise, Jun Xiaoyao could never return to the Foreign Realm; he would be forced back to the Immortal Realm.

Then all his affairs in the Foreign Realm—including his missionary mission—would be impossible to continue.

Jun Xiaoyao would not allow even the slightest accident.

With the ghost-faced mask on his face and chaotic mist swirling around him,

Jun Xiaoyao believed few could recognize him.

After preparing himself, Jun Xiaoyao entered the Heaven-Burial Forest.

Meanwhile, in the central region of the Heaven-Burial Forest,

Three graceful figures formed a small team, advancing inward.

Along the way, they eliminated scattered Foreign Realm creatures.

Closer inspection revealed them to be Long Ji, Yan Rumeng, and Yu Chanjuan.

The three women, having met because of Jun Xiaoyao, had become friends.

As for Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, Wang Chuan, and Yong Jie Tian Nü,

As Jun Xiaoyao’s followers, they had formed their own hunting team independently.

The two teams split, each pursuing their own trials.

“I already have over ten thousand merit points—I can exchange them for good items at the Immortal Academy,” Yu Chanjuan smiled.

Her eyebrows curved delicately, her eyes brimming with poetic grace, her nose high and refined, her lips full and moist.

Her blue robe accentuated her stunning curves.

Her bosom was full, her waist slender and rounded, barely graspable, her hips firm and lifted.

Perhaps due to her Supreme Yin Sacred Body, Yu Chanjuan’s figure had become even more voluptuous and lush than before.

Yet this woman, possessing the finest consort body in the world, had yet to be claimed.

She had long resolved that her body would forever belong to Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao perished before her eyes, she had held fast to her vow ever since.

“It’s not enough—I must grow stronger, to earn the right to welcome my master’s return.”

Long Ji’s black hair flowed smoothly, her celestial palace robe clinging to her slender form, her long, beautiful legs swaying with grace.

Her entire presence was breathtakingly exquisite—she bore no resemblance to Jun Xiaoyao’s mount.

Listening to the two women, Yan Rumeng, clad in pink silk with flawless features, remained silent.

“You still believe he’s alive?” Yan Rumeng asked.

Though upon hearing of Jun Xiaoyao’s death, Yan Rumeng had been heartbroken for a long while,

she had reluctantly accepted the reality.

“I naturally believe—he will surely return,” Long Ji said, her faith in Jun Xiaoyao bordering on irrational devotion.

Perhaps Jun Xiaoyao simply possessed this charm: the power to make others believe he had never perished.

“Let’s not speak of that—I sense something great, a profound secret, deep within the Heaven-Burial Forest,” Yan Rumeng said seriously.

Her true form was the Heaven-Dream Mist Butterfly.

Ranked alongside the Rift-Splitting Demon Butterfly and the Ancient Emperor Butterfly.

Upon entering the Heaven-Burial Forest, Yan Rumeng had already sensed this.

“Then let’s press deeper,” Long Ji said.

The three women pressed onward.

Several days later,

they reached the heart of the Heaven-Burial Forest.

Ahead, a tremendous battle aura surged.

Long Ji and the others looked out.

Four figures were locked in fierce combat with Foreign Realm creatures.

Three of them were Ji Qingyi, Ri Sheng Hu, and Yue Sheng Hu.

The fourth was a purple-haired young man, his aura powerful, radiating Supreme energy.

“It’s Tian Canzi of the Divine Silkworm Valley.”

Seeing the young man, Yan Rumeng instinctively furrowed her brows.

For she had previously endured unpleasant encounters with the Divine Silkworm Valley.

Their Yuan Can Daozi had harassed her.

But he had ultimately been erased by Jun Xiaoyao’s side.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

From the Foreign Realm side, a young man clad in black-gold ceremonial robes coldly barked, raising his hand—his palm split open.

A beam of demonic light pierced through.

If Jun Xiaoyao were here, he would find it amusing.

On the Foreign Realm side stood Li Jiuming, Pu Yao, Jin Zhan, and the other ten Heavenly King-level geniuses.

The two factions had collided.