ume Two of The Body Scripture and Jun Wanjie's sister, Jun Xiaoyao will have the Nalan Clan, Dongxuan Daozong, and Zifu Holy Land, three major forces, search for them.With their influence, if they wer...Boom!

After a deafening roar, the seven-colored thunder tribulation fell where Jun Xiaoyao was.

In an instant, seven-colored thunder spread out, filling the surroundings, and crackling with sound.

Jiang Luoli's mind was struck with a sudden jolt, and her entire body went rigid as if frozen.

"Is he dead" the surrounding prodigies muttered.

Ji Qingyi and others also fixed their gazes on the top of the altar.

Logically speaking, Jun Xiaoyao shouldn't be able to withstand the Seven Colored Thunder Tribulation at all.

As the lightning dissipated, all eyes froze in unison.

Their faces were all pale with horror.

Because you are carefree and safe!

He was unharmed because there stood a tall and imposing figure shielding him.

Her black hair cascaded down to her feet, and she emanated an aura of mystery and darkness.

It is the fallen Holy Body!

The Fallen Saint roared to the heavens, his black hair flying wildly, like an unyielding celestial demon!

"This..."

Not to mention others, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was stunned for a moment.

He did not pour his soul power into the fallen holy body.

That is to say, the current Fallen Holy Body is acting according to its own will, rather than being controlled by Jun Xiaoyao.

But... how is that possible

Jun Xiaoyao had doubts in his heart.

But then he thought again, during the time when he was controlling the Fallen Holy Body, at certain moments, in the eyes of the Fallen Holy Body, there seemed to be a clear glimmer.

At that time, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was an illusion.

It seems that the Fallen Holy Body might still possess a deeper level of consciousness

"But why would he take the initiative to help me Protect my path" Jun Xiaoyao once again felt confused.

At this moment, a deafening roar echoed once more from the heavens above.

Seeing that Jun Xiaoyao was not killed in one fell swoop, the heavens seemed to be furious. Bolts of colorful thunder crashed down from the sky.

Every bolt of lightning can easily kill a saint.

The Fallen Holy Body roared, its foot stomping the ground, launching itself into the air to meet those lightning strikes.

Within the Ten Realms Rift, no Saint Realm powerhouses are allowed.

But at this moment, the fallen saint body was only resisting the might of the seven-colored lightning tribulation with its physical strength, and it did not possess the magical power of the Saint Realm.

Bolts of lightning struck the Fallen Holy Body, but it didn't budge.

Even as his flesh began to crack, he did not retreat.

Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath. He didn't hesitate, seizing the opportunity and continuing to contemplate.

Within him, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had completely vanished, transformed into sustenance, nourishing that ball of energy.

That clump of energy belonged to Jun Xiaoyao's own path.

There seemed to be a depiction of the creation of the universe, the evolution of the vast cosmos from chaos.

As this aura gradually permeated, the void around him crumbled little by little, turning into nothingness.

Just like a carefree immortal, soaring above all heavens and myriad paths, forging their own set of rules.

"My way once laid out, ten thousand paths crumble!"

When Jun Xiaoyao came to a sudden realization, he focused all his attention inward.

Inside himself, it seemed as if a world were about to evolve.

That was his world, that was his way, that was his path.

As Jun Xiaoyao's understanding deepens, the power of the seven-colored thunder tribulation also grows stronger.

Even the flesh of the Holy Body, which had been impervious to harm, began to crack and crumble.

But even in its fallen state, the Sacred Body remained as solid a wall as ever, shielding Lord Xiaoyao from all harm.

This might be, as a kind of protection for the same ancient sacred body.

The Fallen Holy Body hopes that Jun Xiaoyao can elevate the prestige of the ancient Saint Body lineage and forge an unprecedented path.

The

Boom!

To the end, an endless stream of seven-colored lightning tribulation directly engulfed even the fallen saintly body.

His physical body began to disintegrate.

The Fallen Saintly Body is after all still the Fallen Saintly Body, it's not the Primordial Saintly Body at its peak.

His physical body, also subjected to countless experiments and modifications, ultimately lost some of the characteristics of the ancient sacred body.

So, under this terrifying doomsday thunder tribulation, the Fallen Holy Body finally couldn't hold on any longer.

His flesh began to tear apart, ultimately shattering with a deafening roar.

In the moment of shattering.

It seemed as if a sentence had entered Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"Corpus, I rely on you."

"Remember... to go to the Ancient Saint's Temple..."

Bang!

After ensuring Jun Xiaoyao's safety and dissipating its last vestiges of energy.

The Fallen Holy Body finally completely shattered, turning into ashes and disappearing from the world.

Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao had no time to react.

He was immersed in pondering the Way.

Though he hadn't heard the rest of the sentence, he did hear that part and took it to heart.

No longer hindered by the Fallen Saint's body.

The seven-colored tribulation thunder, could finally strike Jun Xiaoyao without any hindrance.

And just then, around the Spirit Altar, countless spirits emerged once more.

Before Jun Xiaoyao ascended the altar, tens of thousands of spirits had also appeared.

And now, tens of thousands of spirits manifest.

There are simply hundreds of thousands.

Don't think this number is very large.

Know that this is the accumulated amount from countless eons and time.

"This… could this really be a dead end!"

Seeing hundreds of thousands of ghostly warriors, Jiang Luoli's face paled.

Ji Qingyi and the little fairy also felt a chill.

They knew this road might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be this hard.

It's no different from a dead end.

But the next moment, something surprising happened.

Those hundreds of thousands of souls were not directed at Jun Xiaoyao, but roared at heaven itself!

Yes, it is a roar of defiance against the heavens!

They were once the great people of ancient times who ascended the altar, and they also wanted to blaze their own trail like Jun Xiaoyao.

But they all failed.

Because Heaven wills it, they must be stopped.

And now, after many eras, there may finally be someone who can walk their own path.

These spirits appeared not to oppose Jun Xiaoyao, but to aid him, against this unjust heaven!

Why should humans be confined by heaven and earth!

Why, should they only be prisoners within shackles!

This is a rebellion against fate!

Boom!

Hundreds of thousands of souls, united in defiance, rise up against heaven!

This is a terrifying power, even the seven-colored thunder tribulation would have to retreat!

And you, at ease, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of spirits, like the only God.

Looking upon the ash and ruin of the fallen holy body, gazing at the hundreds of thousands of spirits who stood guard for him.

Even if you are carefree, your eyes still carry a hint of coldness.

Within his body, at the dantian, that ball of energy compressed infinitely, finally seeming to vanish into nothingness.

But in the void, a point suddenly appeared.

This point, as if encompassing all things, holding the universe within, gradually reveals a brand new path.

This point does not belong to this world, but was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.

Just at this moment, it's about to be formed.

Above the heavens, seven-colored thunder tribulations intertwined and finally transformed into a face of thunder.

That thunderous face, incredibly vast, filled the heavens.

It opened its maw, a terrifying beam of lightning pouring down on Jun Xiaoyao.

Even hundreds of thousands of valiant spirits, fighting back desperately, were powerless to resist. They all perished in a cacophony of screams, turning into ashes.

Facing this heaven's final move aimed to kill him.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm.

His way, his path, is about to be formed. How could he possibly give up now

"Come, I am Jun Xiaoyao, wishing to compete with the heavens for supremacy!"

Jun Xiaoyao let out a cold snort, rose to his feet, and with a wave of his hand, three sword beams ripped through the vast expanse of heaven and earth, appearing before him.

Vaguely, there was a faint imperial aura emanating.

"That..."

Ji Qingyi, Xiao Mo Xian, Wangchuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining prodigies.

His pupils dilated, he took a deep breath, and a tidal wave of emotions surged through him!

That... is the majesty of an emperor!r than expected!At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's brows are tightly furrowed.Compared to this deity's evil thoughts, the Seven Emperors are nothing.It can be certain.Right now, no one can stop this deity'...