Sacred Body of the Immortals

The voice came from none other than the old emperor of the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty, a supreme powerhouse.

"Why did this happen?" The Pan Wu Divine Lord couldn't understand.

Why did the old emperor speak up and give Jun Xiaoyao a chance?

However, the Pan Wu Divine Lord dared not defy the old emperor and had to accept it.

"Hmph, since the old emperor doesn't mind and is giving you a chance, so be it," the Pan Wu Divine Lord said coldly.

"What? Was it really the old emperor who spoke?" Many surprised voices arose from the surroundings.

That old emperor was a supreme expert who had retired many years ago.

No one expected today's events would disturb him.

What was even more surprising was why the old emperor would agree to let Jun Xiaoyao enter Pan Wu Ling.

Many outsiders couldn't understand.

At this moment, in an ancient underground chamber deep within the imperial palace.

Three figures sat facing each other.

One of them was an elderly man wearing a crown, emanating the aura of a supreme being - the old emperor of Pan Wu Divine Dynasty.

Sitting across from him were two figures.

One was a skinny elder in gray robes - the Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun family.

The other also wore gray robes but appeared to be a ten-year-old child, though his eyes were extremely ancient and weathered.

"I never expected even the Sixteenth Ancestor of the Jun family would emerge," the old emperor smiled bitterly.

"Well, after being buried underground for so long, it's time to come out and stretch," said the childlike Sixteenth Ancestor, turning his neck with an insincere smile.

The old emperor's eye twitched slightly.

This Sixteenth Ancestor of the Jun family looked like a child, but his seniority was frighteningly ancient.

Legend had it that the Sixteenth Ancestor consumed a longevity dao fruit at age ten, and had maintained the appearance of a ten-year-old child ever since.

However, it would be foolish to underestimate his strength based on his appearance.

The Sixteenth Ancestor's power was only stronger, not weaker, than the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"Hehe, the presence of you two truly brings honor to our Pan Wu Divine Dynasty," the old emperor laughed dryly, feeling quite helpless inside.

"Indeed, the old emperor is truly magnanimous to let our Jun family's descendant enter Pan Wu Ling. Come, let's drink to that." The Eighteenth Ancestor forced a smile and raised his cup.

"You're too kind," the old emperor also raised his cup, but his heart was bitter.

These two ancestors of the Jun family were wolves in sheep's clothing.

If he hadn't agreed to let Jun Xiaoyao enter Pan Wu Ling...

What he'd have to drink next wouldn't be a toast, but a penalty drink.

Though the old emperor was powerful, he couldn't withstand the pressure from two Jun family ancestors and had to back down.

Although the entire Pan Wu Divine Dynasty surely had more than just one top expert.

But it's worth noting that there were more than just these two ancestors buried in the Jun family ancestral shrine.

The outside world didn't know about what happened in this secret chamber.

They were still puzzled about why the old emperor of the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty had suddenly become so open-minded.

"Could it be that the ancestors have arrived?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze darkened as he speculated.

Only the Jun family's ancestor-level figures could make the old emperor of Pan Wu Divine Dynasty yield.

But could the Eighteenth Ancestor alone make the old emperor so wary?

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, not thinking too much about it.

As long as his goal was achieved, that was enough.

Afterwards, the Pan Wu Divine Lord reluctantly opened Pan Wu Ling for Jun Xiaoyao, his face cold.

Pan Wu Ling was located underground in the depths of the Forbidden City.

An ancient monument stood at the entrance.

When Jun Xiaoyao arrived, looking at the monument, he seemed to sense something vaguely.

"It seems I will have considerable gains in this Pan Wu Ling," Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Around him, people from many forces had followed.

Although they couldn't enter Pan Wu Ling, it was still good to watch from outside.

They also wanted to know why Jun Xiaoyao was so eager to enter Pan Wu Ling.

"Go in, remember, you only have one chance. Once you come out, you can't go back in," the Pan Wu Divine Lord said icily.

"Oh? Are there dangers inside?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"For those of Pan Wu Divine Dynasty's direct bloodline, naturally there's no danger, but for outsiders..." the Pan Wu Divine Lord didn't say more.

But his words clearly carried a threatening tone.

"Heh... I've faced supreme demon corpses, am I supposed to fear a mere Pan Wu Ling?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed, flicking his sleeve and approaching the monument without hesitation.

His figure was immediately enveloped in light and disappeared.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the Pan Wu Divine Lord's expression grew colder.

All the onlookers secretly gasped.

Indeed, various dangerous secret realms seemed to pose no threat to Jun Xiaoyao, who could always turn danger into safety.

While everyone waited outside.

Jun Xiaoyao had already arrived in Pan Wu Ling.

Looking around, Pan Wu Ling was more like an underground palace.

Ancient, primordial aura permeated everywhere, like a dust-sealed palace complex.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm and composed.

However, just after he took a few steps, formation patterns suddenly lit up on the ground, spreading out in all directions.

Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao felt the gravity around him increase significantly, as if an ancient mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of test?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Before he could think more, several bronze arrows came whistling through the air with sharp energy.

Jun Xiaoyao casually reached out and shattered the arrows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground shook rhythmically.

Then, rows of bronze automatons came thundering from deep within Pan Wu Ling.

Among them were automatons wielding bronze halberds and others carrying longbows and arrows.

"These are... terracotta warriors?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Though thinking about it, Pan Wu Ling was rumored to be the royal mausoleum, so having guards similar to terracotta warriors was understandable.

"The formations here, plus these terracotta warriors, might actually force ordinary geniuses to retreat," Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

He finally understood what the Pan Wu Divine Lord's earlier threat meant.

Ordinary geniuses indeed would find it difficult to advance and penetrate deep into Pan Wu Ling.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, this kind of test was rather boring.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of his Primordial Sacred Body and Divine Elephant Subduing Prison Force.

Golden vital energy rose up, transforming into a lifelike golden divine elephant.

The divine elephant charged forward, its trunk sweeping away a group of bronze automatons.

These automatons, each comparable to a Unity Realm genius, were impervious to weapons and felt no pain, more like killing machines.

Unfortunately, they were useless before Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao made a sword gesture with his fingers and struck out.

The Slaying Immortals Sword Technique manifested, its vast sword light directly tearing apart the bronze automaton battle formation.

Demon wings spread from Jun Xiaoyao's back as he transformed into a stream of light, easily breaking through the defensive line.

If the Pan Wu Divine Lord saw this scene, he would surely be shocked.

The trials in Pan Wu Ling, designed to test young supreme beings, had almost no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

After Jun Xiaoyao penetrated deep into Pan Wu Ling, the system's mechanical prompt sounded in his mind again.

"Ding, congratulations host, you have arrived at the check-in location Pan Wu Ling. Would you like to check in?"

"Check in!" Jun Xiaoyao said.