Sacred Body of the Immortals

Throughout the entire Forbidden City, cultivators from all factions were still in shock, unable to react.

They were still immersed in their previous astonishment.

At this moment, they witnessed Prince Three's head being separated from his body.

Everyone was stunned, their minds blank, unable to process what had just happened.

In the Panwu Divine Dynasty's capital, the Forbidden City, right in front of the Panwu Divine Lord, someone had killed the third prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

What kind of courage would it take to do such a thing?

Even the Jun family would normally demand accountability before passing judgment.

But in the blink of an eye, the third prince was beheaded - it happened too quickly, leaving people dazed.

The Panwu Divine Lord's face turned green. With a long howl, he reached out his hand, unleashing his quasi-supreme power towards the distant void.

He was enraged and furious, never expecting someone would dare kill his son right under his nose.

From the distant void came the resonating sound of a zither, clashing with the Panwu Divine Lord's attack, causing space to shatter.

Finally, a gray-robed ethereal figure appeared.

It was a woman in gray robes, sitting cross-legged in the deep void with a scorched-tail zither across her lap.

Her gray robes were loose and flowing, yet couldn't conceal her stunning figure.

Her three thousand strands of blue-black hair were long and disheveled, hiding most of her face.

When an occasional breeze passed by, revealing a small portion of her celestial countenance, it was as white as snow and dreamily beautiful.

Her beauty rivaled that of Jiang Shengyi.

There was even a mysterious, ancient quality to her that came from the passage of time.

"Who is that..."

In the Forbidden City, most cultivators were dumbfounded.

They hadn't expected that the one who killed the third prince would be a woman.

And an extremely powerful woman at that.

Many male cultivators were stunned when they saw a glimpse of the gray-robed woman's celestial face, amazed by her beauty and mystery.

"Wait, look at that gray-robed woman's eyes. Why do they seem to contain the power to recreate heaven and earth and transform chaos?" exclaimed an elder from a major faction.

It was then that everyone noticed that although the gray-robed woman's eyes were partially hidden by her hair.

They could still faintly see what appeared to be scenes of sun destruction and star submersion, recreating chaos within them.

Moreover, her pupils seemed to overlap, appearing as double rings.

"Hiss... Could these be the legendary double pupils?" Many people sharply inhaled, unable to hide their shock.

Double pupils were an extremely rare and powerful eye type.

Among the three thousand constitutions, it ranked in the top thirty, incredibly formidable.

The whole venue fell silent at the appearance of this mysterious and transcendent gray-robed woman with double pupils.

"Hmm? Who are you?" When the Panwu Divine Lord saw the gray-robed woman with double pupils, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Even he, a quasi-supreme expert, felt a subtle pressure.

Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected his protector to be a woman.

And such an extremely powerful woman at that.

The Panwu Divine Lord was a nation's sovereign with supreme cultivation - few would dare to confront him.

Let alone a woman.

But now, this mysterious and peerlessly elegant gray-robed woman sitting in the deep void showed no sign of being weaker than the Panwu Divine Lord.

"Those who dare use schemes to frame the young master shall all be executed without mercy!" The gray-robed woman spoke coldly.

Hearing these words, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with meaning.

The gray-robed woman's form of address for him wasn't "young master" or "divine son," but rather "young master."

This was intriguing.

"Could you be..."

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the Panwu Divine Lord's face showed extreme surprise and apprehension.

Some of the elders from major factions also seemed to recall something and came to a realization.

"This old one remembers now, this gray-robed woman with double pupils is..." an elder's eyes showed shock.

He hadn't expected her to appear in the world again, and as Jun Xiaoyao's protector no less.

"Miss Nine has made her move after all." Jun Zhantian murmured, unsurprised.

"She is one of the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui's Divine King's Eight Division members from back then - the Double-Pupiled Zither Woman, A'Jiu!" An elder from an immortal dao lineage couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

These words caused waves of astonishment to sweep through the area.

If Jun Xiaoyao was the leading figure of the Jun family's current generation,

Then Jun Wuhui was that of the previous generation.

His strength needed no explanation in words.

In short, any one of his eight followers could sweep through all directions undefeated.

And this gray-robed woman with double pupils, A'Jiu, was one of Jun Wuhui's eight followers from back then.

"So that's how it is." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly understood.

No wonder Jun Zhantian had said earlier that his protector had an extraordinary background.

He hadn't expected her to be one of his father's former subordinates.

At this time, the Heavenly Zither Woman also showed a shocked expression and said: "It's her, the one my master spoke of as being far beyond her reach."

The Heavenly Zither Woman's master was the leader of the Immortal Dance Zither Sect, whose zither skills surpassed the entire immortal realm.

One can imagine how transcendent someone must be to be considered far beyond her reach.

With this, the identity of the gray-robed woman with double pupils, A'Jiu, was fully revealed, causing an uproar.

The Panwu Divine Lord's face became extremely ugly.

That woman's personal strength aside, it was her identity that was most intimidating.

A follower of the White-Robed Divine King!

Although ten years ago, that incident occurred and no one knew whether the White-Robed Divine King Jun Wuhui was alive or dead.

But no one dared to underestimate this fact.

"I killed him. Do you have any objections?" A'Jiu's voice was cold and indifferent as she sat high in the heavens like an ancient female immortal.

The Panwu Divine Lord had never felt so stifled before.

He wanted to strike, but the consequences were impossible to predict.

Seeing the Panwu Divine Lord's changing expression, many people around secretly clicked their tongues.

To force a sovereign of an immortal divine dynasty to this extent, the power behind Jun Xiaoyao was too terrifying.

"This matter was indeed my unfilial son's fault, and this could be considered his deserved punishment." After closing his eyes for a long while, the Panwu Divine Lord finally spoke.

These words brought silence to all directions.

The mighty sovereign of an immortal divine dynasty had ultimately yielded.

"Father..." Wu Mingyue's eyes trembled.

She never thought their immortal divine dynasty would have such a day of bowing their heads.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression didn't change much as he spoke: "Since that's the case, may this Jun enter the Panwu Mausoleum?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't push your luck!" The Panwu Divine Lord's face had turned extremely black.

Not only had Jun Xiaoyao publicly humiliated Wu Mingyue, saying she wasn't worthy of him.

Even the third prince had been killed.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao still wanted to enter the Panwu Mausoleum.

Anyone would find this hard to swallow.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as he said: "The third prince's death was his deserved punishment, but shouldn't this Jun's losses be compensated?"

Losses?

The Panwu Divine Lord wanted to slap Jun Xiaoyao to death!

What losses did Jun Xiaoyao suffer?

He hadn't lost any arms or legs.

This was pure extortion.

However, just as the situation reached a stalemate, an ancient and weathered voice slowly sounded from deep within the palace.

"Let it be, give the Jun family's divine son a chance to enter the Panwu Mausoleum."

Hearing this voice, the Panwu Divine Lord's face changed!