novelraw Chapter 1081 1081 The Holy Body Stirs
Chapter 1081 1081 The Holy Body Stirs
To be loved by such a peerless woman is a blessing no man could ever hope to seek out on his own.
"Thank you, but this time you still have other tasks."
Jun Xiaoyao began laying out the plans for what came next.
Regarding Tuoba Yu and the others, as well as some of his followers, proper arrangements needed to be made.
Jun Xiaoyao naturally didn't have the time for that, so he could only leave it to Luo Xiangling.
He also trusted that with Luo Xiangling's abilities, handling these matters would be more than within her reach.
"But…" Luo Xiangling was still worried about Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao let out a helpless sigh deep down, then pulled Luo Xiangling into his arms.
His lips drew close to her delicate earlobe as he said softly, "Don't worry, I promise you, I'll come back safe and sound."
"When the time comes, we'll return to the Immortal Realm together."
Those gentle words made Luo Xiangling's whole body go soft.
Jun Xiaoyao was usually cold and indifferent by nature, and rarely showed such tenderness.
But when he truly was tender, it was still utterly devastating.
"Understood…"
Luo Xiangling said nothing more, and simply leaned quietly against Jun Xiaoyao's shoulder.
After a brief exchange, Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling parted ways.
Luo Xiangling began making preparations for the plans that followed.
She would go and rally those who were fiercely loyal to Jun Xiaoyao, such as Tuoba Yu, Fei Qingxue, and the others.
As for Jun Xiaoyao, he headed to the ancestral grounds of the Moshi Clan.
He would rest and recover there, then set out together with the various kings toward the Wutian Dark Realm.
One day later.
Jun Xiaoyao arrived at the ancestral grounds of the Moshi Clan.
As far as the eye could see, dark palaces floated suspended in the void.
Numerous powerful auras lay dormant within them.
There were even some auras that made Jun Xiaoyao's heart pound with a deep sense of dread.
"Calamity-class immortals?"
Jun Xiaoyao murmured to himself.
Those forbidden powerhouses, known as Calamities, were such that even a single one of them could bring enormous pressure to bear upon the Immortal Realm.
Without a supreme expert to hold them back, even the border fortresses would be breached.
What gave Jun Xiaoyao a slight sense of relief, however, was this:
The most terrifying of those auras appeared to be in a state of deep slumber, showing no signs of activity.
That was good news.
"My Lord!"
"My Lord!"
In the distance, several figures appeared — it was Shenle, Mohuluo, and the other kings.
Having sensed Jun Xiaoyao's presence, they had come to welcome him.
Even Zhuve and Yun Xiaohei had steeled themselves and shown up.
Though their expressions were visibly unnatural, somewhat stiff.
They had no desire to come, of course, but if they didn't, they'd likely be accused of disrespecting the Lord.
As things stood now, they didn't dare to offend or provoke Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest.
"So this is the Lord of Moan? Truly a young hero."
Some elders also appeared, each radiating powerful auras, all of them at least at the Xuanzun level.
There were even some at the Shenzun and Daozun level among them.
They all gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with deep, probing eyes, as if trying to discern something.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm and composed. Even in the presence of so many powerful figures, he was neither arrogant nor flustered.
"Worthy of the title Lord of Moan — it's as though an invisible force has buried all traces of his karma."
"Obviously. The Lord of Moan is the direct line personally chosen by the great Calamity itself. There's no way someone like that could be so easily seen through."
The powerhouses of the Moshi Clan were exchanging thoughts among themselves.
Through their own silent speculation, they became even more convinced that Jun Xiaoyao was indeed the Lord of Moan.
"My Lord, when do we depart? My 'key' is also ready."
As Mohuluo spoke, he produced the world-ending forbidden weapon that belonged to him.
It was unmistakably a nine-tiered dark pagoda.
The Wanmo Tower!
With this, all six world-ending forbidden weapons were finally gathered in one place.
Jun Xiaoyao's Shenshen War Halberd.
Shenle's Demon Blade Tiankui.
Su Hongyi's Mirror of Mahakala.
Mohuluo's Wanmo Tower.
Zhuve's Zhulong Lamp.
Yun Xiaohei's Ten-Tailed Skydestroying Disc.
"There's no rush. Everyone should rest and recover first, and only enter the Wutian Dark Realm once fully prepared," said Jun Xiaoyao.
"Understood." Mohuluo nodded.
Shortly after, the Moshi Clan offered their finest cultivation grounds to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao sat alone in silence.
What lay ahead was entering the Wutian Dark Realm — an absolute trial of life and death for him.
An Immortal Realm cultivator, venturing deep into the Wutian Dark Realm within the unspeakable lands of the foreign realm.
This was undoubtedly a feat that few throughout all of history had ever achieved.
That ghost-faced woman might be one of them.
For the Mother of the Other Shore Flower had once said that the ghost-faced woman had also entered the Wutian Dark Realm before.
"Whether I succeed or fail comes down to this journey. If I can pull it off, I'll be able to fully unravel the secrets of the foreign realm."
"This will carry enormous strategic significance for the war between the two worlds."
"And on top of that, there's the chance to check in — I wonder what good things I might get?"
Jun Xiaoyao pondered as he turned his gaze inward.
Within his inner universe.
A vast and surging force of faith stretched across an entire star domain.
Like an endless golden sea without bounds.
And at its center.
The Seed of Faith blazed as brilliantly as the sun at its peak.
Countless chanting voices and ceremonial sounds rang out.
Jun Xiaoyao made a rough assessment.
The number of believers in the God of Fate and Creation had reached a full ten billion.
In such a short span of time, it had expanded a hundredfold!
That was a terrifyingly rapid rate of growth.
Of course, credit was also due to Tuoba Yu, that devoted instrument of evangelism.
He truly was a prodigious talent when it came to spreading the faith.
Ten billion believers — it sounded like a lot, and it truly was.
If the powerhouses of the Western Heaven Sect and the Gulan Holy Sect were to find out, they would surely turn green with envy.
Ten billion followers — even for them, spreading and developing that kind of following would take a very long time.
Yet Jun Xiaoyao had built it up in what was not even a particularly long stretch of time here in the foreign realm.
It was also fortunate that the foreign realm had no established religious forces to speak of, otherwise the growth could never have gone so smoothly.
"Ten billion believers may be many, but compared to the trillion-level slave race beings of the foreign realm, it's still nothing," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
The faith power of ten billion believers was all being drawn into the Seed of Faith.
Jun Xiaoyao could feel it — the Seed of Faith was beating like a golden heart.
Faintly, it seemed to be brewing something transcendent and earth-shattering.
"This can serve as a hidden trump card. After returning to the Immortal Realm, I must also work hard to grow the number of believers," Jun Xiaoyao resolved inwardly.
In the foreign realm, he could only rely on his own planning and schemes.
But once he returned to the Immortal Realm, he could leverage the Jun family's influence to spread the Divine Church of Fate.
And just at that moment, Jun Xiaoyao felt a faint sensation stir within him.
That feeling came from the distant Tianmu.
"Could it be…"
A trace of joy flickered in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.
……
In the distant great continent of Tianmu.
Within the ancient forbidden ground known as Tianmu.
Inside a dark valley.
The sound of the Dao rumbled, and heaven and earth trembled.
Countless divine laws of the great Dao circulated around the dark valley.
At the same time, a surging tide of qi and blood churned and roiled.
It even transformed into golden dragons of qi and blood, likewise circling the valley.
Within the valley, endless blinding radiance surged and pulsed.
Countless runes were branded into the void.
And at the same time…
Boom…
Boom…
A drumbeat rang out like a thunderclap from clear skies.
Each strike seemed as though it would shatter the very void.
What existed within this valley was none other than Jun Xiaoyao's other physical body — his fundamental form.
The Primordial Holy Physique!
No…
It should now be called the Quasi-Innate Holy Physique Dao Embryo!