SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 995 - 995 The Blood-Red Mandala Flower

The Primordial Imperial Clan is an immense force in the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain that cannot be ignored.

During the Primordial Era, they once reigned supreme over the Nine Heavens Immortal Domain.

Aside from a handful of ancient powers with lineages stretching across countless epochs — such as the Jun Clan, the Immortal Court, and the Underworld — nearly all other immortal factions could only be considered upstarts when standing before the Primordial Imperial Clan.

It was precisely for this reason that the Primordial Imperial Clan's foundations could not be overlooked.

At this moment, more than ten seed-level prodigies of the Primordial Imperial Clan had gathered together, forming an assassination squad.

Their target for elimination was, naturally, Jun Xiaoyao.

The Golden Crow Little Sacred King of the Solar Divine Mountain.

The Phoenix Maiden of the Ancient Phoenix Cave.

Xuan Haoqung of the Dragon King Hall.

The Nine Nether Mastiff's successor from Nine Nether Mountain, and others.

Each one of them was a dominant existence in the Immortal Domain, capable of suppressing all rivals.

When they first emerged into the world, they had each caused tremendous waves.

Many elders of the older generation believed these seeds were among the Primordial Imperial Clan's greatest hopes for rising to power in this era.

Now, more than ten seed-level prodigies of the Primordial Imperial Clan joining forces was a spectacle without precedent.

Among the younger generation, no one had ever been worthy of drawing out more than ten Primordial Imperial Clan seeds to act together.

Jun Xiaoyao was the first.

"To have us go through such lengths to hunt him down — even if that Chaos Physique falls here, it will be enough to shake the ages to come." The Nine Nether Mastiff's successor spoke in a cold, chilling tone.

He had not taken human form, but remained in his beast form.

He bore the head of a wolf, horns of an ox, a body covered in black scales, and nine tails on his back, each tipped with the skull of a ferocious beast.

The Nine Nether Mastiff was one of the great primordial fiends, wielding the supremely powerful Nine Nether Grand Divine Ability.

And Nine Nether Mountain was a branch of the Primordial Imperial Clan lineage formed by the Nine Nether Mastiff.

However, this particular successor's bloodline was clearly not as pure as that of the Little Divine Demon Ant.

Though also a descendant of the Nine Nether lineage, several generations had passed.

Unlike the Little Divine Demon Ant, who carried the direct imperial bloodline.

Even so, the strength of this Nine Nether Mastiff successor was not to be underestimated.

"We should head straight into the depths of the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land. I've heard this place holds the hidden legacy left behind by a dark immortal from the foreign realm."

"That Chaos Physique will certainly not pass up an opportunity that belongs to the foreign realm." Xuan Haoqung said.

"What kind of reward awaits us for eliminating a Chaos Physique?"

"This would undoubtedly be a great achievement — one that could shape the balance of power between the two realms for generations to come."

These seed-level prodigies of the Primordial Imperial Clan had not yet actually slain the Chaos Physique, yet they were already envisioning a glorious future in their minds.

They formed their assassination squad and began advancing deep into the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land.

Not only them — the other prodigies from both realms also began pushing inward.

And just as the Primordial Imperial Clan's assassination squad was pressing deeper into the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land,

on the other side, Jun Xiaoyao had finally arrived at the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land as well.

Gazing up at the cracks splitting open across the sky above, with blood seeping through them,

Jun Xiaoyao clicked his tongue.

As expected, there was not a single decent place in the Borderless Wasteland.

"I can feel it — there's a terrifying aura inside."

On Jun Xiaoyao's shoulder, the antennae atop the Little Divine Demon Ant's head gave a faint tremor.

Its ant-like senses had detected the strangeness and ill omen emanating from the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land.

"I heard earlier that this place is the burial ground of a dark immortal from the foreign realm, with a hidden legacy left behind by them. That's rather intriguing."

The word "fear" simply did not exist in Jun Xiaoyao's vocabulary.

The Seven Great Wonders of the Immortal Domain — Jun Xiaoyao charged into them whenever he pleased, without the slightest hesitation.

He even intended to venture into the unspeakable lands of the foreign realm someday.

What was a mere Grand Sacrificial Blood Land to Jun Xiaoyao?

He clasped his hands behind his back, took a single step forward, and plunged inside.

Within the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land, everything remained an endless expanse of crimson red.

The ground looked as though it had been soaked through with blood, radiating a deep, seeping scarlet.

At that moment, a low, mournful wailing rose from the surrounding heaven and earth.

Yin winds swept through in waves, desolate and wretched, as the endless sounds of ghostly howls and wails echoed all around.

Suddenly, black mist surged up from the blood-stained ground.

One after another, twisted wraiths pulsing with soul fluctuations emerged from within.

Those wraiths radiated boundless resentment, their surfaces flickering with countless agonized faces, like undying spirits burning in an eternal flame.

"Hm, these are..."

Any other cultivator who encountered this scene would have been horrified to the bone.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, was merely curious.

His extraordinary breadth of knowledge allowed him to identify their origin.

They appeared to be earth-bound spirits.

So-called earth-bound spirits were beings whose resentment had burned for tens of thousands of years without fading, gathering in one place, unable to leave, and transforming into bloodthirsty malevolent wraiths.

And this Grand Sacrificial Blood Land — just from the name alone, one could tell it was steeped in slaughter and ill omen.

These earth-bound spirits could not leave the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land, forever bound to this place.

Instead, they had become its guardians.

The strength of earth-bound spirits was proportional to the depth of their resentment and hatred.

And right now, every single one of these emerging earth-bound spirits possessed cultivation at the Saint realm, at the very least.

No wonder the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land had become one of the forbidden zones of the Borderless Wasteland.

It was indeed not a place that just anyone could force their way through.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, this posed no difficulty whatsoever.

Chaotic energy surged around his entire body, sweeping outward like a vast ocean, engulfing everything in its path.

The earth-bound spirits surrounding him were instantly annihilated within the tide of chaos.

Jun Xiaoyao pressed forward, crushing everything in his way.

And the deeper he went, the more the landscape changed.

The ground split open into abyss-like fissures.

The remnants of countless stars lay scattered within them.

Not a single blade of grass or tree grew anywhere.

It was clear that the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land had once been the site of an incomparably brutal and devastating battle,

one that had completely extinguished all life from this place.

"A battle at the Emperor level must have erupted here once." Jun Xiaoyao mused to himself.

This place had likely once been the battleground between an Emperor of the Immortal Domain and an immortal from the foreign realm.

The more he thought about it, the more curious Jun Xiaoyao became — what kind of secret was hidden within this Grand Sacrificial Blood Land?

Jun Xiaoyao continued pressing deeper.

Before long, he encountered several powerful earth-bound spirits comparable to the Supreme realm.

Even seeds of the Immortal Domain or imperial sons of the foreign realm would have had a rough time facing them, likely enduring a grueling battle.

But Jun Xiaoyao simply steamrolled through, crushing them with overwhelming force — brute power conquering all.

Not to mention, Jun Xiaoyao also possessed the Great Sun Tathagata, a soul divine art capable of dealing devastating damage to those wraiths.

Finally, Jun Xiaoyao had pushed all the way into the deepest reaches of the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land.

At a single glance,

a colossal mountain of white bones, towering over ten thousand zhang high, stood erect in the depths of the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land.

Ten thousand li of crimson sand, with only that towering mountain of white bones rising alone.

The sight was utterly staggering, striking the eye with tremendous force.

And atop the mountain of white bones stood a black ancient stele.

Before the stele, a cluster of blood-red flowers grew.

Jun Xiaoyao fixed his gaze upon it — the ancient stele was extraordinarily old.

And that cluster of flowers was blood-red Datura blossoms.

It was worth noting that within the Grand Sacrificial Blood Land, no life existed.

Yet here was a blood-red Datura flower, growing beside the black ancient stele.

It was both puzzling and deeply unsettling.

Jun Xiaoyao could also sense that the blood-red Datura flower contained an extraordinarily vast and powerful energy, along with the force of laws.

It was even stronger than the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Medicine Jun Xiaoyao had obtained before.

This was far more precious than any immortality medicine — for those seeking to break through to the Supreme realm, it was an incomparable supreme treasure.

"Datura flowers..."

The Datura flower was not the Flower of the Other Shore, so it had no connection to the Other Shore Imperial Clan.

This flower represented a virulently toxic bloom symbolizing vengeance and obsession.

Jun Xiaoyao pondered which race of the foreign realm had any connection to the Datura flower.

But no matter how he thought about it, he could not recall one — at least, none seemed to exist in the current foreign realm.

"Could it be some ancient foreign clan that was wiped from history?" Jun Xiaoyao speculated.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the mountain of white bones.

Looking more carefully once more, Jun Xiaoyao's breath caught ever so slightly.

That mountain of white bones, viewed as a whole from a distance,

was actually a colossal skull.