Boom!

After a deafening sound, the colorful thunder tribulation struck the place where Jun Xiaoyao stood.

In an instant, the seven-colored lightning spread out, filling the surroundings with crackling sounds.

Jiang Luoli's mind was in turmoil, and she felt as if she had turned to wood, unable to move her delicate body.

"Is he dead?" murmured the talented individuals around her.

Ji Qingyi and the others also fixed their gazes on the top of the altar.

Logically speaking, Jun Xiaoyao should have had no chance of withstanding the colorful thunder tribulation.

As the lightning dissipated, everyone's gaze froze at the same moment.

Their faces were filled with shock.

Because Jun Xiaoyao was unharmed!

The reason he was unharmed was that a tall and heroic figure stood in front of him.

With black hair cascading to his feet, the figure exuded an aura as deep as a chasm and as fierce as a demon.

It was the Fallen Sacred Body!

The Fallen Sacred Body roared to the heavens, his black hair billowing, like an indomitable god or demon defying the universe!

"This..."

Not only the others, but even Jun Xiaoyao himself was momentarily stunned.

He had not infused his soul power into the Fallen Sacred Body.

This meant that the Fallen Sacred Body was acting according to its own will, rather than being controlled by Jun Xiaoyao.

But how could this be possible?

Jun Xiaoyao was filled with doubt.

However, he recalled that during certain moments when he was controlling the Fallen Sacred Body, there seemed to be a flicker of clarity in its eyes.

At that time, he had not paid much attention, thinking it was just an illusion.

Now it seemed that the Fallen Sacred Body might still retain a deep-seated consciousness.

"But why would it take the initiative to protect me?" Jun Xiaoyao's confusion deepened.

At that moment, a rumbling sound echoed from the heavens once more.

It seemed that the heavens were furious for failing to annihilate Jun Xiaoyao in one strike, as colorful lightning bolts rained down.

Each bolt of lightning could easily obliterate a sage.

The Fallen Sacred Body roared, stomping its foot on the ground, and soared into the air to meet the thunder tribulation.

In the Rift of the Ten Realms, no sage-level experts were allowed.

But at this moment, the Fallen Sacred Body was simply using its physical strength to resist the might of the colorful thunder tribulation, without any sage-level magical power.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lightning struck the Fallen Sacred Body, yet it did not retreat a single step.

Even as its body began to crack, it still did not back down.

Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath. He did not hesitate and seized this opportunity to continue his comprehension.

Within him, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had completely vanished, transformed into resources to nourish that mass of energy.

That mass of energy belonged to Jun Xiaoyao's own path.

It seemed to manifest scenes of opening the heavens and creating the chaotic universe.

As this aura gradually spread, the void around him began to collapse bit by bit, turning into nothingness.

It was as if Jun Xiaoyao's path was meant to transcend all paths and establish its own rules.

"My path emerges, and all paths crumble!"

Jun Xiaoyao gained insight, focusing all his attention within himself.

It felt as if he was beginning to evolve a world within his body.

That was his world, his path, his road.

As Jun Xiaoyao's comprehension deepened, the power of the colorful thunder tribulation grew stronger.

Even the Fallen Sacred Body's physical form began to crack and gradually shatter.

However, the Fallen Sacred Body remained like a solid wall, shielding Jun Xiaoyao from everything.

Perhaps this was a form of protection shared by the ancient sacred bodies.

The Fallen Sacred Body hoped that Jun Xiaoyao could harness the power of the ancient sacred body lineage and carve out an unprecedented path.

To free the ancient sacred body from all shackles and curses.

Boom!

In the end, the endless colorful thunder tribulation completely engulfed the Fallen Sacred Body.

Its physical form began to disintegrate.

After all, the Fallen Sacred Body was not the peak ancient sacred body.

Its body had undergone countless experiments and modifications, ultimately losing some characteristics of the ancient sacred body.

Thus, under the terrifying annihilation of the thunder tribulation, the Fallen Sacred Body finally could not hold on any longer.

Its body began to shatter into pieces, and with a final explosive sound, it broke apart.

In that moment of shattering, it seemed a voice echoed in Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"The lineage of the sacred body relies on you now."

"Remember... go to the Ancient Sacred Hall..."

Boom!

After protecting Jun Xiaoyao and radiating its final warmth, the Fallen Sacred Body finally disintegrated completely, turning to ashes and vanishing from the world.

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao had no time to be moved.

He was focused on deducing the principles of his path.

However, he did hear that phrase and etched it in his heart.

With the obstruction of the Fallen Sacred Body gone, the colorful thunder tribulation could finally strike Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.

At that moment, countless heroic spirits reappeared around the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Previously, when Jun Xiaoyao was about to ascend to the top of the altar, over ten thousand heroic spirits had manifested.

Now, the number of heroic spirits that appeared was far beyond ten thousand.

It was simply in the hundreds of thousands.

Do not think this number is enormous.

This is the accumulation of countless epochs and time.

"This... could it really be a dead end!"

Seeing the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, Jiang Luoli's face turned pale.

Ji Qingyi and the Little Demon Fairy also felt a chill.

They knew this path could be very difficult, but they never expected it to be this extreme.

It was no different from a dead end.

But in the next moment, something astonishing happened.

Those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits were not targeting Jun Xiaoyao; instead, they were roaring at the heavens!

Indeed, they were roaring at the heavens!

They had once been ancient heroes who ascended the altar and had hoped to carve out their own paths like Jun Xiaoyao.

But they all failed.

Because the heavens sought to stop them.

Now, after many epochs, someone had finally emerged who might carve out their own path.

These heroic spirits manifested not to confront Jun Xiaoyao but to help him fight against the unjust heavens!

Why should humans be trapped by heaven and earth!

Why should they only be prisoners in shackles!

This was a rebellion against fate!

Rumble!

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits joined forces to resist the heavens!

What a terrifying power this was, even the colorful thunder tribulation had to retreat!

And Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, stood like the only god.

Looking at the disintegrating Fallen Sacred Body and the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits protecting him.

Even though a cold light flickered in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

Within his dantian, that mass of energy was infinitely compressed, finally seeming to turn into nothingness.

But within that nothingness, a point suddenly emerged.

This point seemed to encompass all things, embracing the universe, and a brand new path gradually revealed itself.

This point did not belong to this world but was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.

Just as this point was about to take shape.

In the heavens above, the colorful thunder tribulation intertwined, ultimately forming a face of thunder.

That face of thunder was enormous, filling the sky.

It opened its mouth, and a terrifying pillar of lightning poured down towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Even with the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits fighting back with all their might, they could not resist and were reduced to ashes amidst their screams.

Facing this final strike from the heavens aimed at annihilating him, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.

His path, his road, was about to take shape; how could he give up now?

"Come on, I, Jun Xiaoyao, wish to challenge the heavens!"

Jun Xiaoyao shouted coldly, raising his hand, three sword lights cutting through the vastness of the heavens, appearing before him.

Faintly, a trace of imperial might emanated from him.

"That is..."

Ji Qingyi, the Little Demon Fairy, Wang Chuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining talents widened their eyes, taking a deep breath, their hearts surging with immense waves!

That was... the might of an emperor!

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