SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 1087 1087 A Heart Full of Fear

Winds howl across ten thousand miles of sand and dust.

The ancestral land of the Crimson Owl clan no longer exists.

Every living being of the Crimson Owl clan, their protective formation, and every last material thing.

All were annihilated beneath the radiance of Ragnarok.

Not even a fragment of bone or a trace of blood was left behind.

As if this place had never, from beginning to end, been home to the Crimson Owl clan at all.

In the sky above, abyssal spatial rifts gaped wide, unable to close for a long time.

The ground was riddled with craters, where countless meteors from beyond the heavens had come crashing down.

This was what a true battle between the mightiest of the mighty looked like.

It was fortunate that the Divine Turtle King had sealed off the area, otherwise the entire Demon Barbarian Continent would have been thrown into upheaval.

Jun Wuhui stood with his white robes billowing, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm.

Annihilating a quasi-imperial clan was, without question, an extraordinary achievement.

Yet Jun Wuhui remained utterly composed, not a single ripple stirring in those sun-and-moon-deep eyes of his.

He sought neither fame nor gain, only to protect the flourishing age of the Immortal Realm and carry on the undying flame of the Jun family.

"The student has surpassed the master. Your strength, my lord, must be approaching that of our benefactor by now."

The Divine Turtle King spoke, a note of reverence unmistakable in his tone.

His deference toward Jun Wuhui before had been solely because Jun Wuhui was the Jun family's Divine King.

When the benefactor had saved him, the Divine Turtle King had already sworn to serve the Jun family for life.

But now, having witnessed Jun Wuhui's true power firsthand,

the Divine Turtle King's reverence came straight from the heart.

And one must not forget — Jun Wuhui had split one breath into the Three Pure Ones, suppressing the three great mysterious lands of the Foreign Realm, the Burial Earth, and the Boundary Sea.

Which meant that the Jun Wuhui standing here was merely one of those three Pure One avatars!

Granted, splitting one breath into the Three Pure Ones was extraordinarily heaven-defying, with each of the three avatars possessing strength no less than the original, and each capable of cultivating independently.

But this alone made it clear that this was far from the full extent of Jun Wuhui's power!

If the three Pure One avatars were to reunite and merge, just how strong would Jun Wuhui become?

"Not quite. My current strength still falls somewhat short of our distant ancestor."

"But… if the plan goes smoothly, I may not be unable to catch up."

Jun Wuhui smiled faintly, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Had it not been for the arrangement of his plan, he could have cut down that arrogant Crimson Owl King back in the Borderlands long ago.

Why bother putting on a show?

From start to finish, the Crimson Owl King had done nothing but passively play the role of an actor cooperating with Jun Wuhui's script.

Hearing this, the Divine Turtle King felt an even deeper sense of admiration.

The Jun family truly produced one extraordinary talent after another.

First there was the benefactor who had saved him, the Jun family's unparalleled emperor across ten thousand ages.

Then came an invincible white-robed Divine King.

And now, there was even the Divine Son, Jun Xiaoyao.

Indeed.

It was Jun Wuhui's revelation that had made the Divine Turtle King aware of Jun Xiaoyao's true identity.

Otherwise, he would never have looked after Jun Xiaoyao so attentively.

He had even given the dragon vein of the War God Academy directly to Jun Xiaoyao.

"My lord, should we not be leaving? After all, this is the Foreign Realm — there is still danger here." the Divine Turtle King said.

Jun Wuhui shook his head slightly. "There is no need to worry. Right now, the vast majority of the Foreign Realm's attention is focused on the Borderlands."

"The most powerful among the ultimate imperial clans should have already made their way to the Borderlands as well."

"The gates of the Wutian Dark Realm have been opened. This is the best opportunity." Jun Wuhui said.

"But my lord, if you enter the Wutian Dark Realm alone and something truly goes wrong…" the Divine Turtle King hesitated, stopping himself before he could finish.

As a Jun family sleeper agent who had been embedded in the Foreign Realm for countless epochs,

the Divine Turtle King knew all too well just how mysterious and terrifying the ultimate calamity was.

Even though Jun Wuhui's combat power defied the heavens, capable even of slaying an Immortal King,

the ultimate calamity was an existence that could not be spoken of, could not be known, could not be named.

Even Immortal Kings had to bow down and offer tribute to it.

"Even Xiaoyao dared to go in. Could I, his father, possibly be afraid?"

"If fear exists in my heart, then I am not worthy of the name Jun Wuhui."

Jun Wuhui smiled faintly.

The word "fear" —

it seemed to simply not exist in the dictionary of this father-and-son pair, Jun Wuhui and Jun Xiaoyao.

The Divine Turtle King was at a loss.

This father and son were truly anomalies in all of heaven and earth.

Freaks beyond all comprehension.

It had no choice but to carry Jun Wuhui onward, toward the Wutian Dark Realm.

……

This was a dim, desolate region, utterly devoid of life.

Dense bands of black mist coiled through it endlessly throughout the year.

Here, the sky and earth were locked in eternal night, dark beyond measure, with no end in sight — as if one had arrived at the chaotic depths of the universe.

There was not even a single sound, nor any sign of living creatures stirring.

And yet, amid this eerie, lifeless stillness,

footsteps suddenly rang out, shattering the silence of untold ages.

Several figures emerged from the darkness in the distance.

It was none other than Jun Xiaoyao and his five companions.

After opening the gates of the Wutian Dark Realm, they had pressed steadily deeper inside.

The power of the laws within the Wutian Dark Realm was far more rigid than in the outside world.

None of them could tear through the void, and so they could only advance on foot, the most primitive way possible.

Jun Xiaoyao surveyed this mysterious land around him.

Apart from the six of them, there seemed to be no sign of life whatsoever.

Yet deep within the Wutian Dark Realm, Jun Xiaoyao could sense a bone-chilling presence lurking.

"Everyone, be careful as we go deeper."

"It is said that within the Wutian Dark Realm, not only are chaotic spatial rifts everywhere, but temporal fissures exist as well. If you accidentally step into one, you could age ten thousand years in an instant."

Mohoura warned the group.

As a being of the Demon Origin clan, he understood the Wutian Dark Realm far better than the others.

"What, it's that terrifying?"

Shenle's skin broke out in goosebumps.

For a woman, there was nothing more frightening than aging.

Even as a cultivator who could preserve her appearance, the passage of time was something no one could escape.

"Don't worry. With me here, nothing will happen to any of you." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The final secret had yet to be uncovered, and until then, Jun Xiaoyao would not let anything happen to them.

Of course, once the secret was revealed — that was another matter entirely.

"As expected, the King's Palace cares most about this little one." Shenle said with a coy smile.

"We naturally trust in Lord Sovereign to lead us to rise." Mohoura said, his tone full of respect.

Only Zhuve and Yun Xiaohei wore expressions that remained visibly uneasy, a sense of foreboding weighing on their hearts.

They were afraid that Jun Xiaoyao might move against them.

Shortly after, Jun Xiaoyao activated the vast divine sense of his Three-Life Primordial Spirit.

Every treacherous and deadly anomaly ahead — spatial rifts, temporal fissures, and more — was detected and avoided.

At a certain moment, Jun Xiaoyao sensed powerful fluctuations of aura emanating from up ahead.

"What is that?"

The others sensed it too.

"Could it be…"

Mohoura's face lit up with a look of delighted surprise, as if something had just come to mind.

"The opportunity for us six kings has arrived!"

Mohoura's words left everyone astonished, and they pressed forward.

Ahead, a vast lake shrouded in swirling mist came into view.

The skeletal remains of unknown creatures lay within it, having endured countless epochs without decay, radiating a supreme and undying aura.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others stepped closer for a better look.

They discovered that the swirling mist was not mist at all — it was fragments upon fragments of shattered laws!

Not only that, even the water of the lake itself was composed of broken shards of laws, emanating a breath of the Great Dao!

"This is…"

Even Jun Xiaoyao, who had seen much and experienced much, was taken aback, sensing within it an energy so vast it defied imagination.

"This must be the Lake of Dao Dissolution — the supreme sacred ground passed down through our realm since ancient times!"

Mohoura's voice trembled with barely contained excitement.