Chapter 993: Ling Yuan

Beneath the ghostly mask, Jun Xiaoyao’s expression was calm, not surprised.

Now, Ling Yuan is no longer merely Ling Yuan.

Her thoughts are exquisitely subtle.

But unfortunately.

Jun Xiaoyao cannot reveal his identity to the cultivators on the Immortal Realm side.

He has not revealed it even to Princess Long Ji and others.

Let alone Ling Yuan, who belongs to the Immortal Court lineage.

Thus, facing Ling Yuan’s question at this moment.

Jun Xiaoyao spoke in a low, magnetic tone, indifferent: “You truly have courage—don’t you fear I’ll have the Immortal Court replace you as Young Emperor?”

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s words, Ling Yuan’s expression did not change at all.

At this moment, she resembled a stubborn girl.

She only wanted one answer.

“Tell me—who are you?”

That familiar sensation, that invincible white-robed bearing.

Ling Yuan’s heart trembled slightly.

She did not know if it was because of herself, or because of Tian Nü Yuan.

Or perhaps, both.

Beneath the frontier stars, in the desolate wasteland.

Jun Xiaoyao did not turn, nor look back.

He simply said softly:

“Who I am—does it matter so much?”

“Regardless, we are on opposing sides.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s words were not wrong.

Whether he is a Chaos Body from another realm or the Jun Clan’s Divine Son, he stands in opposition to Ling Yuan.

In that case, who he is—what difference does it make?

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao’s words, Ling Yuan’s slender frame trembled suddenly.

She bit her lips tightly.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward and left directly.

He would never directly reveal his identity to Ling Yuan.

Even if this might cause Ling Yuan even greater inner torment.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao’s retreating figure,

Ling Yuan suddenly realized her snow-white cheeks were damp.

A single tear had slipped down.

Only then did she understand: what she truly cared about was not whether that figure was Jun Xiaoyao.

But rather…

She was missing him.

Even after his death for years, she still missed him.

This had nothing to do with whether she was Ling Yuan or Tian Nü Yuan.

Even without Tian Nü Yuan’s soul merging into her, Ling Yuan would still feel this way.

Beneath the Black Abyss, entangled fates across a hundred lifetimes.

Within the valley space of the Divine Ruins World, where the Joyful Powder Lotus was sealed, the two were enveloped by the Love Blossoms.

One day of love blossoms—thousand years of longing.

And on her snow-white thigh, the character “Jun” still remained as a mark.

After experiencing so much with Jun Xiaoyao,

Ling Yuan could no longer simply regard him as an opponent.

Perhaps, without realizing it, she had already fallen into it.

Ling Yuan raised her jade hand, wiping away a tear streak, restoring her calm.

She believed that if it truly were him, he would return.

If not, then Ling Yuan would likely remain forever lonely.

Forever the aloof, emotionless Empress Daughter, the Young Emperor.

On the other side,

Jun Xiaoyao strolled through the void.

Compared to Ling Yuan, his emotions were tranquil.

After all, to some extent, men are more rational and composed than women when it comes to feelings.

“Big Brother, that person just now seemed to be from the Immortal Court.”

Said the Little Divine Demon Ant on Jun Xiaoyao’s shoulder.

It naturally recognized the Throne of the Heavenly Emperor—that was the supreme immortal artifact of the Immortal Court.

“Correct, she is the current Young Emperor of the Immortal Court,” said Jun Xiaoyao.

“But she… feels something for you,” said the Little Divine Demon Ant, puzzled.

His father had once told him that the Jun Clan had long sought to contest the Immortal Court for dominance over the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.

These two powers should be in opposition.

Yet now, the Immortal Court’s female Young Emperor shows interest in the Jun Clan’s Divine Son—this is strange.

“A woman’s heart is like the deep ocean—emotions are often illusory.”

“You’re still young, Little Yi. The waters here run too deep for you to grasp,” Jun Xiaoyao said coolly.

Only he could grasp them.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have completely dominated Luo Xiangling.

Of course, such a scoundrel’s behavior need not be taught to the Little Divine Demon Ant.

Better not corrupt it.

The Little Divine Demon Ant nodded, half-understanding, then asked: “Where do we go next?”

“The Great Sacrifice Bloodland,” said Jun Xiaoyao, gazing into the distance.

He was puzzled—the Blood Emperor Son, Ji Meng Emperor Son, and others seemed to have taken no action yet.

Previously, he had sensed that those few held ill intentions toward him.

“It seems there will be another good show in the Great Sacrifice Bloodland,” said Jun Xiaoyao, his gaze deep.

He also had a faint premonition: within the Great Sacrifice Bloodland, he might gain great rewards.

Jun Xiaoyao, with the Little Divine Demon Ant, sped toward the direction of the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

…

The Great Sacrifice Bloodland, as a forbidden zone on the frontier, had recently been plagued by turmoil.

It was a primary battlefield for the clash of prodigies from the two realms.

Around the Great Sacrifice Bloodland, the earth was crimson red.

No one knew whether this was the soil’s natural color or dyed by endless blood.

In this period, prodigies from both realms had clashed around the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

Yet none had managed to penetrate deeply inside.

The blood of fallen prodigies seeped into the earth, and mysteriously, seemed to trigger some reaction.

At a certain region on the edge of the Great Sacrifice Bloodland,

Several Immortal Realm prodigies advanced cautiously.

Suddenly, a crimson figure shot toward them like lightning.

“Die!”

The Immortal Realm prodigies reacted instantly, unleashing their magic power and divine arts.

Shhh!

A flash of cold light.

Bloodlines appeared on the necks of the Immortal Realm prodigies, then—puff!—blood spurted.

Their primordial spirits were extinguished in an instant.

The crimson figure halted, revealing its form—it was Su Hongyi.

She wore a crimson dress like fire, her figure slender and frail.

Her black hair flowed long as a waterfall.

Her fair, delicate face had not yet reached the level of stunning beauty, but was clearly a future beauty.

Her bangs fell down, slightly obscuring a pair of crimson red eyes.

She looked outwardly like a girl next door.

Yet her killing methods and the coldness in her crimson eyes contradicted her appearance.

Only before Jun Xiaoyao was she the girl who was insecure, sensitive, and desperately sought his approval.

Before anyone else, she appeared as cold as ice.

“I can feel it—my strength is growing stronger. The stronger I become, the more I can help the Young Master.”

Su Hongyi lowered her head, staring at her hands caked in blood.

She felt no discomfort or hesitation—only joy.

Joy at growing stronger, at being able to help Jun Xiaoyao.

Boom!

At that moment, the sky above the Great Sacrifice Bloodland seemed to split open.

Bloodlight shimmered.

Everyone around the Great Sacrifice Bloodland saw something seeping out from the fissure.

“Blood—it’s… blood!” cried a prodigy, his face pale.

Thick, viscous blood oozed from the fissure in the sky above the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

Faintly, the wailing of countless vengeful spirits rose.

This sent the group of prodigies into dread, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

No wonder this was a forbidden land of the frontier wastes—it was truly eerie.

Yet Su Hongyi suddenly felt an inexplicable resonance.

She felt a searing heat burning from the star-shaped birthmark beneath her navel.

Her blood-red eyes churned like boundless oceans of blood, growing brighter, more alluring, more sinister!

Shhh!

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Hongyi shot forward like an arrow toward the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

Meanwhile, on the other side:

A group of powerful Seed-level prodigies had gathered here.

“The Great Sacrifice Bloodland has finally opened. We must enter and lie in wait.”

A towering man, wreathed in golden dragon qi, wielding a golden Dragon King Spear, rumbled.

He was Xuan Haoqiong, the Seed-level prodigy of the Dragon King Palace.

“But that Chaos Body isn’t easy to deal with.”

“I’ve heard the Heavenly Silkworm of the Divine Silkworm Valley fell to the Chaos Body’s hands.”

“Later, Sheng Yanluo and others, joined by a group from the Immortal Court, tried to surround and exterminate the Chaos Body—but were utterly defeated.”

A woman with a supple, exquisitely seductive figure, a pair of seven-colored wings sprouting from her snow-white back, spoke.

She was Huangnu, the Seed-level prodigy of the Ancient Phoenix Cave, of the Ancient Imperial Clan.

“If we enter the Great Sacrifice Bloodland early and combine our forces with the Ancient Ninth Killing Array, I refuse to believe we can’t kill that Chaos Body!”

A muscular man, entirely wrapped in Solar Divine Flame, strode forth amid endless radiance, his tone absolute.

He seemed shrouded within a sun-star, dazzling and radiant.

He was Jin Wu, the Young Saint King of the Solar Divine Mountain.

In addition, over a dozen other powerful Seed-level prodigies had gathered here, each formidable.

But they all shared one trait—they were all Seed-level prodigies of the Ancient Imperial Clans.