Chapter 987: Ling Yuan Heads to the Heaven Burial Forest, Comprehends the Divine Demon Great Strength Art, and the Little Divine Demo

In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

During this month, the Borderlands became a stage of slaughter.

The two realms’ armies clashed several times, rivers ran red with blood, and corpses piled into mountains.

Meanwhile, the younger generation of both realms engaged in fierce battles across various forbidden battlefields in the Borderlands.

Yet the high-ranking figures of both realms remained in standoff, never striking lightly.

For both sides’ strongest knew the true ultimate war had yet to come.

This Borderlands conflict was primarily meant to provide a stage for the younger generation of both realms.

Amid this slaughter, one forbidden zone became the focal point of contention between the two realms’ prodigies.

That was the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

Legends said this forbidden zone was left behind by an immortal dark king from the other realm.

It had remained silent until now.

Yet by coincidence, recently,

the Great Sacrifice Bloodland stirred.

Bloodlight stretched across the heavens; myriad spirits wailed in agony.

This drew the attention of both realms.

For the other realm, it concerned the secret of an immortal.

For the Immortal Realm, it was absolutely unacceptable to let the other realm gain any advantage within it.

Thus, the prodigies of both realms began clashing around the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

At this moment, in the void somewhere in the Borderlands,

a woman of peerless grace, a face of unmatched beauty, and a noble, cold, elegant aura was crossing the void, heading toward the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

It was Ling Yuan.

Dressed in a snow-white crystal silk gown, her slender form resembled a divine blossom, exquisitely graceful.

The only difference from before was,

on her snow-white, smooth-as-melted-fat long legs, she wore white stockings woven from ten-thousand-year-old ice-silk worms.

You must remember that Lingyuan used to go around with her fair legs completely bare, never wearing silk stockings.

And this change, even Ling Yuan herself had not noticed.

During this time, as the Young Emperor of the Immortal Court, Ling Yuan had forged a fearsome reputation in the Borderlands.

With the imprint of the Heavenly Emperor’s throne, she suppressed all directions.

Even some dormant imperial heirs of the other realm could not overcome her—some were even wounded by her.

Clearly, after undergoing the purification of an Immortal-level transformation, her strength had undergone a complete metamorphosis.

At this moment, a figure flashed through the void.

It was the Ancient Emperor’s Heir.

“Are you following me?”

Ling Yuan frowned, her voice cool and flat.

She had an inexplicable instinctive aversion to the Ancient Emperor’s Heir.

Previously, although Ling Yuan had kept her distance from him, she had never felt such revulsion.

“Ling Yuan, I’m merely worried your brilliance will draw the attention of the other realm’s hunters,” said the Ancient Emperor’s Heir.

The Immortal Realm had Decapitation Guards.

The other realm had Hunters.

Both existed to assassinate the enemy’s most outstanding top prodigies.

“Your strength now may not match mine—worry about your own battlefield merits instead,” Ling Yuan said coldly.

“Ling Yuan, you’ve truly changed. Has the consciousness of Tian Nü Yan truly influenced you?” The Ancient Emperor’s Heir gazed deeply at Ling Yuan.

“What do you mean? I am always myself—I have never been anyone else,” Ling Yuan arched her phoenix-like brows.

“Good. Ling Yuan, don’t forget who gave you the Young Emperor’s position,” said the Ancient Emperor’s Heir.

Ling Yuan’s eyes hardened further with coldness.

If the Ancient Emperor’s Heir thought he could demand repayment for his favor, he was mistaken.

At that time, Ling Yuan had never intended for him to yield.

He merely failed his own plan—failed to catch the fox and ended up covered in filth.

“By the way, I’ll tell you another piece of news: in the Heaven Burial Forest, there are traces of the other realm’s Chaos Body.”

“Several Seed-level figures have already fallen to him.”

The Ancient Emperor’s Heir’s words made Ling Yuan’s eyes flicker.

“The other realm’s Chaos Body is too great a threat—it must be eliminated,” Ling Yuan said.

One of her goals in coming to the Borderlands was precisely to eliminate that Chaos Body.

“Let’s go together. The Chaos Body isn’t some soft target,” the Ancient Emperor’s Heir smiled.

Ling Yuan ignored him and turned away without a word.

The Ancient Emperor’s Heir stepped forward and followed after her.

Ling Yuan and the Ancient Emperor’s Heir were not the only ones heading toward the Heaven Burial Forest.

Also going were Long Yaoer, Yu Hua Wang, and other former members of the Seven Emperors of the Reverse Jun.

In addition, the Seed-level prodigies from the Sacred Spirit Island—the White Bone Young Master—and the Seed-level figure from the Mingwang lineage, Holy Yama, had also learned the news and prepared to depart.

Suddenly, the entire Heaven Burial Forest became another storm center, besides the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao was still unaware that he was about to be surrounded.

Or if he was aware, he would not have reacted.

One month was enough for Jun Xiaoyao to deeply comprehend the Divine Demon Great Strength Art.

The entire Law Pool he sat upon had now dried up.

All its power had been absorbed by Jun Xiaoyao and the Little Divine Demon Ant.

“Ugh, cultivating the Divine Immortal Indestructible Art is such a hassle,”

the Little Divine Demon Ant grumbled.

Yet despite saying so,

within its tiny body, no larger than a thumbnail, radiant light spilled out.

Within it, as if echoing, came the chanting of divine scriptures.

It seemed as if countless miniature divine beings sat within it, praying.

To have reached this level in just one month,

clearly demonstrated the Little Divine Demon Ant’s extraordinary talent.

It was absolutely a prodigy-level being.

The Little Divine Demon Ant glanced sideways at Jun Xiaoyao and saw he had opened his eyes, sighing faintly.

The Little Divine Demon Ant leapt onto Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulder.

Pretending to be wise, it spoke solemnly: “Hard to understand, right? I get it—after all, this is our clan’s innate divine art; other beings find it extremely difficult to comprehend.”

“Reincarnate as an ant next life—I’ll be your big brother.”

The Little Divine Demon Ant posed dramatically, quite comical.

“Yeah, it’s really hard. Even after a month, I still haven’t grasped the Law of Force,” Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

“Exactly! I told you—wait, what do you mean?” The Little Divine Demon Ant’s mind struggled to catch up.

Jun Xiaoyao stood up, raised his hand—

BOOM!

Terrifying chaotic blood qi filled the sky; countless divine and demonic shadows emerged.

Images and runes of the ultimate extremes of force appeared: immortals carrying mountains, demonic gods hauling peaks.

Jun Xiaoyao merely tapped lightly—and the vacuum ahead shattered.

This was even stronger than the full-power strike of Jun Xiaoyao’s ancient holy body before.

Clearly, the Divine Demon Great Strength Art was immensely powerful.

“How is this possible!”

The Little Divine Demon Ant shrieked, its entire worldview collapsing.

Even though it was born with this innate divine art,

it had still progressed step by step, slowly understanding, finally mastering it.

Most importantly, the Little Divine Demon Ant’s current mastery of the Divine Demon Great Strength Art still fell far short of Jun Xiaoyao’s depth.

This was insane!

“Are you my long-lost older brother?” the Little Divine Demon Ant cried out.

If they weren’t of the same race, how could he master this art so quickly?

“You’re imagining things,” Jun Xiaoyao was almost speechless.

“Big brother, teach me!”

The Little Divine Demon Ant knelt before Jun Xiaoyao, worshipping him utterly, even calling him “big brother.”

But this was precisely what Jun Xiaoyao had anticipated.

The Divine Demon Ant has limitless potential and will surely become a great overlord of heaven and earth in the future.

It must be brought into the same faction.

“Of course I can teach you, but it seems guests have arrived.”

Sensing a dense array of qi signatures approaching the Heaven Burial Forest, Jun Xiaoyao’s pupils grew deep.

He had just perfected the Divine Demon Mighty Power Technique, and someone had come as a ready-made training dummy.

This is too thoughtful.