Chapter 980: Divine Demon Ant: A Lowly Ant, Equal to Gods and Demons

Li Jiuming had a premonition that Jun Xiaoyao, even if he refused to help, would at most simply ignore him.

But if that were truly the case, Li Jiuming would have considered luring the bronze immortal weapon toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Who could have expected that Jun Xiaoyao was even more ruthless—he directly attacked them.

A massive sword light, like a mountain, crushed down from the sky, vast and overwhelming.

With the reinforcement of chaotic power, this slash of sword light seemed to cleave through the chaotic heavens, its might astonishing!

The other ten prodigies of the Heavenly King tier—Pu Yao, Jin Zhan, Gu Chi, the dual-headed divine race prodigy, and others.

Beneath this sword light, their bodies shattered instantly.

They couldn’t even send a message.

Moreover, in the Borderlands, the spiritual aura was chaotic; transmitting information was no simple matter.

In but an instant, among these Heavenly King-tier prodigies, only Li Jiuming remained alive.

He survived only because he blocked the sword beam with the quasi-Imperial artifact, the Eye of Despair.

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was cold as he raised the Dharma Sword Embryo once more and struck.

“Jun Xiaoyao, you’ve gone mad! Even if we have grievances, this is the Borderlands training ground—we’re all from the same realm!” Li Jiuming roared.

“Who says I’m from the same realm as you?”

Jun Xiaoyao let out a faint laugh, laced with quiet mockery.

Li Jiuming’s face froze, as if a bucket of ice water had poured down his spine.

Chilling to the bone.

“You… you…” Li Jiuming couldn’t believe it.

Jun Xiaoyao, stepping with the Swift Peng technique, appeared beside Li Jiuming in an instant.

A quiet voice echoed.

“I am of the Jun clan.”

Three words froze Li Jiuming’s soul.

“Jun…”

“Jun Xiaoyao…”

“No… this is impossible…”

Li Jiuming stared in utter horror at Jun Xiaoyao, masked in a ghostly visage, a shiver crawling over him.

How deeply had he hidden himself? How had he concealed it so flawlessly?

Li Jiuming frantically pulled out a jade slip from his space artifact, trying to send a message.

Pfft!

The Dharma Sword Embryo pierced straight through Li Jiuming’s skull, obliterating his primordial spirit along with it.

Li Jiuming, dead.

Jun Xiaoyao swung the Dharma Sword Embryo toward the quasi-Imperial artifact, the Eye of Despair.

Instantly, the Eye of Despair shattered, its essence absorbed entirely by the Dharma Sword Embryo.

The faint, blurred flying-immortal patterns on the sword embryo seemed to grow slightly clearer.

“Pity the Prince of the Other Shore isn’t here,” Jun Xiaoyao murmured, shaking his head.

Then he waved his hand, and the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Flame emerged, incinerating every corpse to ash, erasing all traces.

Of the ten Heavenly King-tier prodigies, only the Prince of the Other Shore remained.

At that moment, four emerald-gold figures surged forward like cannonballs.

They were the four bronze immortal puppets hunting the alien beings.

“Imperial-level puppets—no wonder they were being hunted. This place of opportunity seems intriguing.”

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He swung the Dharma Sword Embryo horizontally!

Others—even the Seed-tier Imperial ones from the Immortal Realm or the young Impe rials of the Alien Clans—

would have been overwhelmed by these four bronze immortal puppets, perhaps even forced to retreat.

But Jun Xiaoyao felt no fear.

He had slain Mo Jie, one of the Seven Minor Emperors, with a single spear thrust.

Dealing with these mindless, brute-force Imperial puppets was effortless.

He didn’t even need to summon the Divine Weeping Battle Spear—he simply slashed with the Dharma Sword Embryo.

Chaotic energy cascaded like a waterfall; the Dharma Sword Embryo blazed with radiant light.

No one knew what material the Dharma Sword Embryo was forged from, but it was harder than divine iron or immortal gold.

Soon, all four bronze immortal puppets were slain.

Jun Xiaoyao then darted toward the purple-gold ancient city.

Meanwhile, over here,

Princess Long Ji and the others had pushed open the city gates and entered.

Looking around, towering walls rose everywhere, cast entirely from bronze.

It resembled a metallic city.

Princess Long Ji, Tian Canzi, Ji Qingyi, and others all observed carefully.

Yet they maintained a subtle distance from one another.

Ji Qingyi, Ri Shenghu, and Yue Shenghu formed one faction.

Princess Long Ji, Yu Chanjuan, and Yan Rumeng formed another.

Tian Canzi stood alone.

Of course, Tian Canzi’s cultivation was at the Imperial level—he was the strongest, so he had no reservations.

“Whose sacred domain is this?” Tian Canzi murmured.

“Qingyi noticed carvings of countless primordial beast totems along the walls as we came in—it’s not human cultivation heritage.”

“Perhaps it’s the legacy of an ancient imperial clan, an ancient great demon, or a yao lineage,” Ji Qingyi said softly.

“Miss Qingyi is indeed astute,” Tian Canzi said, surprised she had observed so meticulously.

On the other side, Princess Long Ji glanced at Ji Qingyi.

She and Jun Xiaoyao were both from the same origin.

Many of the prodigies from that time were dead, yet Ji Qingyi had survived, her status, power, and influence growing ever higher.

“This woman is no ordinary person,” Princess Long Ji and her two companions all kept a wary eye on her.

Each of the three factions harbored their own hidden intentions.

They pressed forward, delving deeper into the ancient city.

At its center, mist swirled, and divine auroras curled around it.

Colorful laws and divine chains wove through the air, a breathtaking sight.

Everyone could barely contain themselves and rushed forward.

Ahead lay a pool.

But it was not filled with ordinary water—it teemed with dense spiritual energy and law force.

This was a Law Pool!

Everyone immediately recalled the ancient array beneath the city.

Its purpose must lie here.

“Is something being nurtured here?” Ji Qingyi pondered.

Then, they saw a blood-red spiritual herb floating in the pool.

Microscopic illusions of myriad beings drifted upon it, dissolving into mist and vapor, interweaving with law force.

“Myriad Beings Blood Herb!”

Their hearts leapt.

This was a peerless spiritual herb infused with ultimate law force!

And this law force greatly aided breakthroughs to the Imperial realm—and even Imperial cultivators.

Everyone’s breathing quickened slightly.

Only Tian Canzi and Yan Rumeng showed slight suspicion, their gazes scanning, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, both noticed it.

On the surface of the Law Pool floated a tiny speck of light.

Upon closer inspection, it was a purple-gold cocoon.

The purple-gold cocoon was no larger than a thumbnail, utterly unremarkable.

That was why no one had noticed it.

“This is…”

Tian Canzi and Yan Rumeng held their breath.

One was a celestial silkworm of the Divine Silkworm Valley; the other was a Tianmeng Mist Butterfly in her true form—both belonged to the same broad Zuqun .

That was why the Yuan Can Daozi of the Divine Silkworm Valley had coveted Yan Rumeng so fiercely.

“Divine Demon Ant!” Tian Canzi’s breath nearly stopped.

Yan Rumeng’s eyes widened in shock.

The other prodigies also noticed, each revealing expressions of astonishment.

What is the Divine Demon Ant?

It was a being that, in the Ancient Era, stood alongside the True Dragon, Divine Phoenix, Jiuyou Ao, and Kunpeng as one of the supreme ancient divine beasts.

Though it appears merely an ant, its power is earth-shattering, said to govern the ultimate law of force.

Even the Huanggu Shengti, famed for its physical strength, is slightly weaker than the Divine Demon Ant in absolute mastery of the ultimate law of force.

Among the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, there is a saying passed down about this race.

A mere ant, equal to gods and demons!