Chapter 983: Probing Ji Qingyi, the Immortal Artifact Imprint, the Immortal-Demon Diagram

Tianchanzi’s body fell from the sky.

A sword mark pierced his brow, going clean through.

Look inside, and his entire brain had been shattered into nothingness; his primordial spirit was long gone.

Yet his skull remained intact.

This alone shows how profoundly Jun Xiaoyao now understands the way of the sword.

But then again, Jun Xiaoyao holds four of the Five Divine Sword Scriptures—how could his sword art not be exquisite?

“This… how is this possible!”

Ri Shenghu and Yue Shenghu felt icy dread crawl through their bodies.

He was a supreme-level seed talent.

Even their master could not have slain him so cleanly and decisively, could he?

Thinking of this, both their hearts plunged into ice, their courage shattered, and they longed to retreat.

But Jun Xiaoyao would never give them that chance.

He casually struck out, magic power surging.

In the void, a massive ancient stele emerged, radiating a force that crushed all heavens.

This was another of the Divine Warrior’s Manual’s loose techniques: the Stele Hand.

Puch!

Ri Shenghu and Yue Shenghu were crushed beneath the ancient stele, their bodies exploding like crushed ants, their primordial spirits shattered.

Thus, the three Holy Protectors—Ri, Yue, and Xing—under the Immortal Realm’s Chaos Body were all slain.

This meant they had utterly enraged that Immortal Realm Chaos Body.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn’t care.

Ever since Xing Shenghu incited the guardian clan to kidnap Yu Chanjuan,

Jun Xiaoyao and the Immortal Realm Chaos Body had already become enemies.

Now, only Ji Qingyi remained.

Princess Long Ji and her two companions had long since fled the Purple Gold Ancient City.

Alone facing Jun Xiaoyao, Ji Qingyi furrowed her brows, her expression grave.

The more she gazed at that hazy figure amid the chaos, the more she felt it resembled someone.

And with Ji Qingyi’s sharp mind and deep cunning,

her thoughts ran deeper than anyone else’s.

“Chaos Body from another realm, do you know Jun Xiaoyao?”

Ji Qingyi suddenly spoke, her gaze locked tightly on Jun Xiaoyao, probing for any subtle change.

“Hmph, woman…”

Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly.

Ji Qingyi was testing him.

Ever since he first saw her in the Huangtian Immortal Realm,

he had sensed her mind was profoundly deep, extraordinarily exceptional.

Many prodigies who appeared alongside her in Huangtian Immortal Realm have since died.

Yet Ji Qingyi has managed to navigate between factions, survive safely, and even grown stronger than before.

This alone proves her cunning.

“But even such cunning must be tempered—before absolute power, all schemes appear pale and laughable.”

Jun Xiaoyao sneered inwardly, then struck directly.

Vast waves of chaotic energy spread through the void.

He attacked Ji Qingyi.

Perfect—he could use his disguise as the Chaos Body to probe her depth.

After all, in the Immortal Realm, Ji Qingyi had never provoked him.

On the contrary, she had repeatedly shown goodwill, even expressing a desire to become friends.

So back then, Jun Xiaoyao could not have simply attacked her.

Now, with this disguise, he could strike and test her.

Just how deep was Ji Qingyi’s water?

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao ignore her and strike directly,

Ji Qingyi lifted her eyebrows.

She had no choice but to respond.

Her jade palm struck, stirring heavenly winds.

Simultaneously, she activated a secret technique, her power surging steadily until it neared the peak of Pretender Supreme.

In the seven realms of Supreme, techniques that temporarily boost power were exceedingly rare.

Yet Ji Qingyi possessed one.

Boom!

Their forms collided.

Ji Qingyi was pushed back step by step, feeling as if crushed by an ancient beast.

“No wonder he’s a Chaos Body…” Ji Qingyi sighed inwardly.

But Jun Xiaoyao was surprised.

When she fought alongside the others earlier, her power had been roughly equal to Ri Shenghu and Yue Shenghu’s.

Now, alone, her power had surged so terrifyingly that she could directly withstand one of Jun Xiaoyao’s blows.

“Let me see what other secrets you hold,” Jun Xiaoyao grew increasingly intrigued.

He flashed forward, piercing space, and pressed down on Ji Qingyi again.

Ji Qingyi bit her lip inwardly.

Even with her brilliant mind and profound cunning,

before absolute power, all schemes appeared powerless and hollow.

Within mere exchanges, Ji Qingyi was driven back, blood trickling from her lips.

“Is this your true strength? Stronger than I imagined—but still not enough…” Jun Xiaoyao thought.

Suddenly,

at the moment Ji Qingyi was weakest, her clear, watery pupils flashed with cold light.

A phantom Dao diagram burst from her body, directly crushing down on Jun Xiaoyao.

The diagram was insubstantial—not a physical object, but a Laoyin , an imprint.

It bore images of immortals and demons: celestial gods filling the heavens, hordes of demons in the underworld.

Two utterly opposite scenes coexisted on a single painting.

A terrifying pressure radiated forth, suppressing demons and sealing immortals alike.

“An Immortal Artifact imprint?”

Jun Xiaoyao was genuinely startled—deeply surprised.

Immortal Artifacts were exceedingly rare, far more precious than Emperor Weapons.

Most immortal sects possessed Emperor Weapon legacies.

But few had Immortal Artifact legacies.

Whether the Jun Clan had any, Jun Xiaoyao didn’t know—he’d never asked.

The most famous was the Supreme Immortal Court, which once possessed the Immortal Artifact: the Throne of the Heavenly Emperor, later lost.

Then Ling Yuan obtained the imprint of the Throne of the Heavenly Emperor.

But that was the Supreme Immortal Court.

Possessing an Immortal Artifact was normal.

Yet Ji Qingyi, alone, somehow possessed an Immortal Artifact imprint.

That was deeply hidden.

No wonder Ji Qingyi hadn’t been overly alarmed facing him.

“Immortal-Demon Diagram, crush!”

Ji Qingyi cried out sharply.

Though merely an imprint, its power was immense.

The entire Purple Gold Ancient Palace trembled, its divine purple gold coating nearly cracking under the pressure.

“Did Ji Qingyi inherit a legacy, or control some great secret?”

Jun Xiaoyao grew even more certain Ji Qingyi was no ordinary person.

Immortal Artifacts were not something anyone could possess.

One either inherited them from a mighty sect, or from the legacy of a supreme mythic power.

Jun Xiaoyao knew this was not an Immortal Artifact of the Ji Clan or the Human Immortal Sect.

Boom!

The Immortal-Demon Diagram imprint surged forward like a collapsing heaven from eternity.

Anything connected to the Immortals is never simple.

Even just the imprint of an Immortal artifact carries power pushed to the extreme.

Ji Qingyi’s face was pale at this moment.

Even just activating the imprint of an Immortal artifact, she found it exhausting.

Even if a true Immortal artifact lay before them, ordinary cultivators would struggle to wield it—and might even suffer backlash.

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, remained calm and unhurried.

He casually reached into his space artifact and pulled out a dark golden halberd.

Instantly, a ferocious battle intent and demonic might surged across all directions!

The dark golden halberd was seven feet long, its blade gleaming with a dark golden crow-like sheen.

Along its shaft, crimson lines writhed like living things, forming vein-like patterns that sank into Jun Xiaoyao’s arms.

The dark golden battle halberd awoke as if from slumber, radiating an aura as profound as the abyss, as demonic, unmatched and supreme!

Jun Xiaoyao’s jet-black hair turned instantly white as frozen snow.

Holding the Divine Weeping Battle Halberd, he slashed toward the Immortal-Demon Diagram!