Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Xiao Chen, the Heavenly Destiny Protagonist’s Luck with Women—Another Hero Saves Beauty Cliché
Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained unchanged on the surface, but he was somewhat surprised inside.
He didn’t expect to unlock a new place to check in there.
However, this Panwu Mausoleum is obviously not like the Primordial Heaven Venerable Secret Treasure.
That is a private secret land of the Panwu Divine Dynasty; how could they allow outsiders to enter?
"Grandfather, I guess the Panwu Divine Dynasty wouldn’t allow others to enter their secret land, right?" Jun Xiaoyao slightly shook his head and said.
"Well, that’s true, but nothing is absolute. Just letting you know there’s this path. If it’s absolutely impossible, you might have to force your way in for the sake of your journey," Jun Zhantian said with dominating confidence.
"Let’s talk about this later," Jun Xiaoyao replied speechlessly.
The domineering nature of the Jun Family seems to be innate.
However, if possible, Jun Xiaoyao still wants to handle these matters himself.
"Emperor Panwu possessed a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. If I could obtain some information, it would indeed save me a lot of detours," Jun Xiaoyao mumbled.
The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is extremely rare, and it’s hard to encounter several in an era.
And a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that has proved the path to Emperor is even rarer.
Not everyone is like Jun Xiaoyao, with such a cheat-like ability, breaking through the Ten-Layered Shackles at birth.
In the era of Emperor Panwu, cultivating the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body might not have been as difficult as it is now, but it was still not easy to break through to the Great Perfection Sacred Body.
"Panwu Mausoleum, huh? If there’s a chance in the future, I really want to take a look," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
Afterward, Jun Xiaoyao continued to cultivate within the Celestial Emperor Palace.
He had a faint premonition in his heart that the Primordial Heaven Venerable Secret Treasure would likely open within the next few years.
Therefore, before that, Jun Xiaoyao needed to continue enhancing his strength.
...
Time flew by, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Jun Xiaoyao was eleven years old, but from his appearance, he seemed like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager.
His figure was tall and slender, his celestially handsome features and extraordinary aura made people feel ashamed just by glancing at him, afraid their gaze would taint Jun Xiaoyao’s sacred and transcendent nature.
During this year, Jun Xiaoyao’s cultivation reached the Divine Bridge Realm Great Perfection, which seemed like only a slight improvement.
But the main reason was that he had spent most of his efforts on cultivating techniques and divine techniques.
He completed the second style of the Immortal Slaying Sword Technique, a speed that even the Eighteenth Ancestor would be tongue-tied by, exclaiming in admiration.
The Supreme Bone, after absorbing much divine essence, transformed again into a complete great divine technique, the Hand of Heaven.
This was the complete version of Heaven’s Tribulation Light.
Also, the Dragon Essence had been completely absorbed by Jun Xiaoyao, and the boundless bloodline of the Dragon Race awakened another twenty thousand Giant Elephant Particles.
Now he had awakened seventy thousand Giant Elephant Particles, which meant seven billion pounds of colossal strength.
To know, this was without calculating the power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
Jun Xiaoyao had always been using the power of the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Strength, as for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body’s power, it mainly manifested in the immortal and indestructible flesh.
Of course, if Jun Xiaoyao truly used the power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, it would only be more terrifying.
In addition, Jun Xiaoyao also obtained the Dragon-Cutting Hand, Dragon Fist, True Dragon Heaven-Trapping Skill, and other martial arts divine techniques from the Ancestral Dragon Nest from the parted Dragon Essence.
The only thing he regretted was that there was no True Dragon Great Divine Technique in the Dragon Essence.
"Ah, always cultivating can get a bit boring; I sort of miss Xiao Chen..." Jun Xiaoyao sighed slightly.
Wondering if that Xiao Chen had fattened up yet?
Jun Xiaoyao seemed to see a lush green field of thriving leek...
...
Kunzhou, one of the Three Thousand Dao Realms in the Desolate Celestial Immortal Realm.
This realm was remote, impoverished, rampant with bandits, and overrun by demon beasts, making the survival conditions extremely harsh.
No major powers occupied this realm, evidently making it an abandoned place.
But because this realm was quite dangerous and its environment harsh, it became a somewhat renowned training ground instead.
Many young disciples from Daoist Lineage sects liked to come to Kunzhou for training.
At this moment, within a rather hazardous mountain range in Kunzhou...
"Cyan Dragon Heaven-Tearing Hand!"
Accompanied by a fierce shout, a figure resembling a Half-Dragon person stirred the Cyan Dragon Wings, extending his claws in the air.
In an instant, hundreds of Cyan Dragon light patterns surged, forming a heaven-tearing hand, violently shredding a Divine Unity Realm demon beast into pieces ahead.
Blood rained, and fragments of the demon beast’s flesh scattered all around.
This Half-Dragon figure, with blue dragon scales on the body surface and wings retracted, revealed a handsome and elegant young man, precisely Xiao Chen.
It had been three years since he was embarrassingly driven out of the Jun Family by Jun Xiaoyao.
The boy from back then had grown into a young man.
Although Xiao Chen’s meridians were crippled by Jun Xiaoyao...
...he turned misfortune into fortune, having cultivated the Cyan Heaven Dragon Transformation Technique, and his power was now stronger, reaching the Mid Stage of the Divine Bridge Realm, even able to kill a Divine Unity Realm demon beast after using Cyan Dragon Transformation.
"Impressive, to cultivate the Cyan Heaven Dragon Transformation Technique to the Fourth Layer within a few short years; you are indeed the son of national destiny of our Cyan Dragon Ancient Country."
Beside Xiao Chen, a void-like figure appeared, an old man in a cyan dragon robe with a dragon horn on his head, the remnant soul of the founding ancestor of the Cyan Dragon Ancient Country, the Cyan Dragon Ascendant.
He looked at Xiao Chen with full admiration in his gaze.
The Cyan Heaven Dragon Transformation Technique was extremely difficult to cultivate, even he had spent a lot of time on it back then.
But Xiao Chen’s progress far surpassed him from those days.
One could say, barring any accidents, Xiao Chen will definitely become a renowned figure in the Three Thousand Dao Realms in the future.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen did not show joy on his face, but rather a streak of hatred and coldness.
"Thirty years staying quiet, thirty years in motion; I once told Jun Xiaoyao, we would fight again in three years, yet he treated me as a joke!"
"Now that three years have passed, I will let Jun Xiaoyao know who the real joke is!"
Xiao Chen was full of spirit, his eyes shone brightly, seemingly already seeing himself stepping Jun Xiaoyao under his feet.
As for Bai Yu’Er, he would also make that woman regret deeply.
Just as Xiao Chen indulged in his thoughts, a commotion arose in the distance.
"Xiao Chen, there’s movement over there, be careful." The Cyan Dragon Ascendant returned to the Coiling Dragon Ring, transmitting his voice.
Xiao Chen frowned and moved cautiously.
What he saw immediately made him tense.
A woman dressed in a brocade skirt, her face veiled in white gauze, was being chased by a group of bandits.
That group of bandits was the Demon Wolf Thief, with some fame in Kunzhou.
"Heh heh, beauty, run, as long as you’re in Kunzhou, no one can escape our Demon Wolf Thief," the bandit leader sneered.
His cultivation had also reached the Divine Unity Realm.
"Damn it, I can’t use my cultivation, otherwise, I’d be detected and taken back," the veiled woman was inwardly resentful.
She had snuck out, and if she used her inherited skills and martial arts, she would be sensed by her guardian.
"Beauty, scream all you want, even if you break your throat, no one will come to save you." The bandit leader smirked wickedly.
At that moment, a figure suddenly burst forth, accompanied by a cold remark.
"Let go of the lady!"