SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 989 - 989 Long Yao'er

"Guests arriving?" the little Divine Demon Ant wondered, then its antennae gave a sudden twitch.

It had sensed some auras as well.

Cultivators from the Immortal Realm.

"What are your plans going forward? If you're thinking of returning to the Immortal Realm, you absolutely cannot reveal my identity." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The little Divine Demon Ant hesitated slightly.

It had slumbered for so long, and it truly did want to return to the Immortal Realm.

But then it thought about Jun Xiaoyao's monstrously gifted talent, and how he could even help it comprehend the Divine Demon Herculean Art.

The little Divine Demon Ant found itself torn.

This was clearly a major powerhouse, and a thick thigh worth clinging to at that.

On top of that, he was the Divine Son of the Jun Clan.

If it latched onto this thigh, it would have a chance at survival no matter what calamities the Immortal Realm might bring in the future.

And in the current Immortal Realm, traces of Divine Demon Ants had all but vanished.

Even if Little Yi returned to the Immortal Realm, it would find no companions of its own kind.

After hesitating for a moment, it finally said, "Can I follow you?"

"Oh?"

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the little Divine Demon Ant.

Honestly, he wasn't surprised.

If anything, it fit neatly into his plans.

"But I'll be heading back to the Foreign Realm afterward." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"That works out perfectly, I'll go to the Foreign Realm too. As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. To defeat your enemies, you must first understand them."

The little Divine Demon Ant clenched its fist as it spoke.

Its father had died at the hands of Foreign Realm powerhouses.

Its older brothers and sisters had either perished or gone missing in battles against the Foreign Realm's prodigies.

One could say the entire clan had fallen and been destroyed because of the Foreign Realm.

That kind of hatred was carved into its very bones and blood.

The little Divine Demon Ant also wanted to go to the Foreign Realm, to gain a deep understanding of the enemy's background and methods.

"Very well, you'll follow me. You can disguise yourself as my captive and battle servant, though I'm afraid you'll have to put up with some indignity." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"It's fine, what does a little indignity matter." Little Yi was quite unyielding about it.

After that, Little Yi climbed up onto Jun Xiaoyao's shoulder.

Jun Xiaoyao then took out the ghost-face mask and slowly put it on.

He swept straight out of the Purple Gold Ancient City.

"Wait."

The little Divine Demon Ant spoke, then formed hand seals.

In an instant, the entire ancient city encased in divine-mark purple gold began to shrink at tremendous speed.

It finally shrank down into a miniature palm-sized ancient city, which the Divine Demon Ant tucked away.

That too was a treasure in its own right.

Jun Xiaoyao strolled leisurely through the void from the heart of the Sky Burial Forest.

In the distance, a dense chorus of wind-splitting sounds rang out.

Those were the Immortal Realm's prodigy cultivators, each one radiating a formidable aura.

"Found him, the Foreign Realm Chaos Physique!"

The moment Jun Xiaoyao appeared, those Immortal Realm prodigies locked their gazes onto him one by one.

However, after sensing Jun Xiaoyao's aura, the faces of those Immortal Realm prodigies couldn't help but shift slightly.

Jun Xiaoyao hadn't deliberately released his aura.

But the wisps of chaotic energy drifting off him were enough to make the surrounding void crack open faintly.

"Kill!"

Without any words or hesitation.

On the Immortal Realm's side, a full hundred or more prodigies made their move at the same moment.

All manner of supreme techniques, great divine arts, and top-tier forbidden methods were unleashed, transforming into a world-shaking torrent of destruction that swept toward Jun Xiaoyao.

It could be said that even a young supreme, faced with such a torrent of magical power, would have to tread with extreme caution.

Jun Xiaoyao saw this and remained expressionless beneath his mask.

He had no intention of slaughtering these Immortal Realm cultivators, so he simply brought out his defensive measures.

Around Jun Xiaoyao's body, ring after ring of divine halos manifested.

With each divine halo that appeared, it was as though all magical power was sealed away, leaving nothing able to touch him.

If the fallen Mo Jie Imperial Son were here, he would surely be spitting blood in rage.

This was the innate divine art of his Mo Jie Imperial Clan, the Immunity Divine Halo.

And now it had been learned by Jun Xiaoyao.

The War God Catalogue inherently possessed the ability to deconstruct and deduce other divine arts.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao had always possessed the ability to be immune to magical power.

It was just that back then, Jun Xiaoyao hadn't known how to apply that power in a concrete way, and could only channel it in its raw form.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao could also give his magical power immunity a tangible form as the Immunity Divine Halo.

A full fifteen layers of magical power immunity halos enveloped Jun Xiaoyao's body.

Making him look like an immovable Wisdom King upon whom no law could encroach.

This surpassed the Mo Jie Imperial Son's ten halos from before by five additional layers.

That brilliant torrent of magical power surged toward Jun Xiaoyao, only to be worn down layer by layer by the immunity halos.

In the end, it didn't even manage to break through the fifteen-layer halo defense before the torrent of magical power was completely exhausted.

"How is this possible!"

Prodigies from all eight directions of the Immortal Realm were utterly stunned.

"That's the Mo Jie Imperial Clan's Magical Power Immunity Divine Halo!"

A prodigy with particularly broad knowledge couldn't help but cry out in shock.

"Which imperial clan does the Foreign Realm Chaos Physique actually belong to?" Many Immortal Realm prodigies were completely thrown into confusion.

Jun Xiaoyao clasped his hands behind his back and continued walking forward, with no intention of striking at these Immortal Realm cultivators.

After all, he was also a person of the Immortal Realm, and he wouldn't slaughter without reason.

Of course, if he ran into people from hostile factions, Jun Xiaoyao would clearly not be so merciful.

"Attack!"

Seeing this, a group of prodigies charged at him again.

"Enough."

Jun Xiaoyao took a single step forward.

A thunderous rumbling rang out, like a divine king treading upon the heavens.

Wave after wave of chaotic ripples spread outward, sending the surrounding prodigies flying, each one coughing up blood and sustaining injuries.

Jun Xiaoyao had still held back somewhat.

Otherwise, those hundred-plus Immortal Realm prodigies would have been instantly reduced to a pulp.

And just at that moment.

In the distance, dragon energy suddenly billowed forth, as a graceful figure approached carrying a surging tide of violet qi and blood.

Violet hair, like silk, drifted freely in the wind.

A snow-white long dress fluttered and snapped in the breeze.

A face of breathtaking, city-toppling beauty, proud violet-gold phoenix eyes, and long snow-white legs with a lustrous sheen.

Who else could it be but Long Yao'er.

"The Hegemon Body is here!"

The moment Long Yao'er arrived, the morale of the Immortal Realm prodigies surged in an instant.

Long Yao'er had also undergone the baptism of an immortal-level opportunity.

Her current cultivation was at the quasi-supreme realm.

Combined with the Tyrant Physique, along with the golden ancient dragon bloodline of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan.

Long Yao'er's strength was enough to match a supreme.

On top of that, she had also cultivated the Life Book and possessed powerful regenerative abilities.

So during this period of time, Long Yao'er had carved out quite a fearsome reputation in the Borderless Wasteland.

The might of the Tyrant Physique resounded throughout the Borderless Wasteland.

Of course, many people believed this was only because the Holy Physique was absent.

If the Holy Physique were here, there would be no room for the Tyrant Physique to shine.

"So you're the Foreign Realm Chaos Physique."

Long Yao'er looked toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao wore the ghost-face mask, his white robes drifting hazily within the swirling chaotic energy.

She would never have imagined that the one standing across from her.

Was the very Jun Xiaoyao who had brought her endless nightmares.

"I will use the Foreign Realm Chaos Physique to restore the name of my Tyrant Physique!"

Long Yao'er let out a sharp cry and lunged toward Jun Xiaoyao.

In the previous clash between the Holy Physique and the Tyrant Physique, she had suffered a crushing defeat, and had even brought a stain upon the name of the Tyrant Physique.

Now, she wanted to suppress the Foreign Realm Chaos Physique to restore the Tyrant Physique's prestige.

Watching Long Yao'er charge at him, Jun Xiaoyao slowly shook his head.

Was this what they called being bad at the game but addicted to playing it?

Truly all bark and no bite, yet still itching for a fight.

Toward Long Yao'er, Jun Xiaoyao would show no restraint whatsoever.

He had said so before.

If Long Yao'er dared to provoke him again, he wouldn't mind letting her experience what it truly felt like to become a female dog.

And he happened to need a punching bag to test the power of the Divine Demon Herculean Art.

As Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, phantom silhouettes of divine demons and runes of the ultimate extreme of power manifested.

Chaotic qi and blood surged to the heavens, and a surging, boundless force cracked open the sky above the Borderless Wasteland.

"This is...!"

Even Long Yao'er was horrified. What kind of terrifying power was this?

That force even seemed to overshadow the power of her dragon clan.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao struck out with a single palm, like the overturning of an eternal sky!

Long Yao'er hurriedly channeled both her golden ancient dragon and Tyrant Physique bloodlines.

Violet blood surged to the heavens, dragon energy shook the sky.

A tyrant's fist swung out, shattering the void.

Bang!

In one great collision, Long Yao'er spat out violet blood and was sent flying backward.

The golden ancient dragon bloodline combined with the Tyrant Physique was ultimately no match for the Chaos Physique combined with the Divine Demon Herculean Art.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his palm, five fingers grasping at the void, condensing chaotic energy into chains of chaos, and lashed them hard against Long Yao'er's delicate body!

"Ah!"

A cry of pain rang out, and a whip mark instantly appeared across Long Yao'er's snow-white body.

Hearing that cry, the gaze beneath Jun Xiaoyao's mask suddenly took on a hint of something strange.

Though the sound was one of pain, within it, there seemed to be a faint, almost imperceptible note of enjoyment mixed in.

Had this Long Yao'er developed a taste for being tormented???