After the nine hundred and fifty steps of the Heroic Spirit Altar, each step felt more difficult than the combined effort of all the previous nine hundred and fifty steps.

Even the ancient freak, Wangchuan, could only regretfully remain around the nine hundred and seventy steps.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao continued to move forward without pause.

The deeper he went, not only did the oppressive force increase, but various heroic spirits also manifested to try to stop him.

This kind of challenge could be said to be one that few throughout history could overcome, due to its extreme difficulty.

Even ancient freaks had to concede defeat in the face of such obstacles.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was indifferent, his expression calm.

The pressure from the Heroic Spirit Altar posed little trouble for him.

However, those heroic spirits seemed intent on annihilating his divine essence and seizing his physical body.

But thinking from another perspective, if Jun Xiaoyao were a heroic spirit imprisoned here, he would likely want to seize such a perfect body as well.

In response to the possession attempts of those heroic spirits, Jun Xiaoyao's counterattack was straightforward.

He directly refined the Chaos Divine Mill.

The terrifying Chaos Divine Mill crushed the heavens.

This was a supreme soul attack method, with immense lethality against those heroic spirits.

Even the most powerful ancient heroic spirits could only shatter into nothingness under the pressure of Jun Xiaoyao's Chaos Divine Mill.

Finally, step by step, Jun Xiaoyao reached the nine hundred and ninety-ninth layer.

As he stepped onto the final layer, a thunderous sound erupted.

The entire Heroic Spirit Altar began to tremble.

Countless heroic spirit phantoms emerged from the surrounding void.

The sheer number was akin to a swarm of locusts.

It could be said that even the ancient freak Wangchuan would likely be instantly annihilated in the face of such a terrifying heroic spirit assault.

This left no escape route for Jun Xiaoyao, aiming to completely sever his path forward.

"Brother Xiaoyao!"

Below, Jiang Luoli and the others looked on with extreme tension.

They had confidence in Jun Xiaoyao.

However, the overwhelming number of manifested heroic spirits was beyond what the younger generation of prodigies could handle.

Each of those heroic spirits had once been an unparalleled prodigy, a transcendent being.

Looking around, there were at least ten thousand heroic spirits manifesting at once.

Who among the younger generation could withstand the assault of ten thousand unparalleled prodigies?

"Too terrifying, no one can pass this trial." Wangchuan shook his head slightly at this scene.

To be honest, he felt a hint of admiration for Jun Xiaoyao.

If he had not fallen, Jun Xiaoyao could very well be the most brilliant prodigy of this era, without exception.

"Ah, now Brother Xiaoyao is in trouble. It's a pity we haven't seen his full potential yet." The little demon fairy also shook her head with regret.

In her view, it would be very difficult for Jun Xiaoyao to overcome this tribulation.

Ji Qingyi glanced over, pondering in her heart.

However, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to always create miracles.

The Primordial Heaven Secret Vault was one such instance, and so was the Heavenly Dao Tower.

So until the outcome was determined, any speculation could be overturned.

Facing those ten thousand heroic spirits, an ordinary prodigy might be scared out of their wits.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained calm.

He stomped his foot, and the surrounding void revealed ten thousand saintly phantoms.

This was one of the manifestations of the Ancient Saint Body, the Ten Thousand Saints Paying Homage.

As the manifestation appeared, it suppressed the heavens and the earth.

A series of explosive sounds echoed through the void.

Many heroic spirits shattered under the terrifying pressure of this manifestation.

However, even so, the remaining number of heroic spirits was still considerable.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to unleash his ultimate move again, a fragrant pouch suddenly appeared from his body.

"Hmm? What is this..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes widened in surprise.

This pouch was the token that had drawn him into the Rift of the Ten Realms.

Jun Xiaoyao had previously speculated that it was a token left by some ancient heavenly prodigy.

But at this moment, the pouch underwent a transformation.

A special aura emerged.

A graceful figure manifested in the void, standing before Jun Xiaoyao.

Upon seeing this figure, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze trembled slightly.

It wasn't that this figure shocked him.

Rather...

He had seen this figure before.

This figure was unmistakably a woman wearing a ghost mask.

Her body was slender and graceful, her long hair flowing in the wind.

Her skin was smooth and radiant, beautiful as snow.

This figure was very similar to the ghost-faced girl Jun Xiaoyao had encountered on the forty-ninth floor of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

However, compared to the ghost-faced girl from the Heavenly Dao Tower, the woman before him appeared even more graceful, as if she had grown up a bit, beginning to reveal an extraordinary charm.

"Is it her again?" Jun Xiaoyao frowned slightly.

Why did this ghost-faced woman appear both in the Heavenly Dao Tower and the Heroic Spirit Altar?

"The flower of the other shore blooms in seven colors, and the flower falls to become an immortal for a thousand years..."

"Brother, I have waited for you in the mortal realm for a thousand years, but where are you?"

The ghost-faced woman seemed to murmur, her gaze from beneath the mask landing on Jun Xiaoyao.

Strangely, when the ghost-faced woman's phantom appeared, the heroic spirits around the altar displayed immense fear, retreating as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Even Wangchuan and the others were somewhat stunned.

What was happening?

Logically, such a deadly predicament should have no chance of reversal.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao had unexpectedly opened a glimmer of hope.

If Li Daoxuan were still alive and saw this scene, he would surely be unable to contain his rage.

What does it mean to be the protagonist of heaven and earth, the child of destiny?

This was the true protagonist of heaven and earth, the child of destiny.

In comparison, those rebellious children from the lower realms were nothing, utterly incomparable to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao himself was also somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected his luck to be quite good.

It was clear that the pouch belonged to the ghost-faced woman.

The ghost-faced woman looked at Jun Xiaoyao, suddenly swooping in, raising her delicate hand to caress his cheek.

However, she was merely a phantom, so her hand passed right through Jun Xiaoyao's face.

Jun Xiaoyao remained calm, showing no signs of disturbance from the ghost-faced woman's actions.

He understood that this ghost-faced woman must have mistaken him for her brother.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao also had his doubts.

How could the ghost-faced woman's brother possibly be as handsome as him?

The ghost-faced woman let out a sigh, then turned to look at the remaining heroic spirits.

She exuded a terrifying aura, her delicate hand sweeping out.

In the void, countless other shore flowers bloomed.

Crimson other shore flowers spread across the sky.

This scene was both beautiful and eerie.

The heroic spirits twisted their faces, letting out shrill cries as they turned to ash amidst the other shore flowers.

With a wave of her hand, the ghost-faced woman cleared the path for Jun Xiaoyao.

All the heroic spirits were annihilated, not a single one surviving.

Even Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat speechless.

Was this ghost-faced woman willingly acting as a tool for him?

Jun Xiaoyao didn't even need to lift a finger, and the ghost-faced woman had already cleared all obstacles for him.

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