At this mont, all the celestial prides from the Immortal Realm staying in the Lower Realm Ten Lands are gazing at the sky.
They also understand that the greatest celestial opportunity in the Lower Realm is about to arrive.
This kind of opportunity is sothing rarely seen, even in the Immortal Realm, once in ten thousand years.
As a result, many celestial prides from the Immortal Realm are itching to try, readying themselves for action.
On a certain continent.
From a Holy Land, the sound of chanting arises, and the na of the Buddha is being recited.
Countless beings surround a Buddhist temple, fervently worshipping a silhouette within the temple.
The silhouette is that of a young monk, handsoly garbed in a golden kasaya.
He is none other than the Little Western Heaven Buddha Son, Fa Hai.
At this mont, behind him, a vague Buddhist silhouette manifests, shrouded in a blood-red aura.
anwhile, behind Fa Hai's head, the power of incense faith is gathering, forming a divine ring.
Within the divine ring, it seems endless voices of chanting are being transmitted, incredibly mystical.
At a certain mont, Fa Hai opens his eyes and looks towards the horizon, a calm and composed smile on his face, with flickers of blood-red light in his eyes.
"Finally, the greatest opportunity in the Lower Realm is about to arrive," Fa Hai murmurs in his heart, his expression serene.
During this ti in the Lower Realm, he has grown rapidly, not only consolidating the power of faith from all beings.
He has also fully excavated the special constitution of his Buddha Body, Demon Heart.
Not only did he not suppress the Demon Heart, he further excavated its greatest power, rging it with the Buddha Body.
Buddha and Demon in one, invincible in the world!
Fa Hai is now very confident.
If he faces Jun Xiaoyao again, he would definitely not be as disheveled and helpless as he was in the Celestial Dao Tower.
"This ultimate opportunity belongs to , Fa Hai." Fa Hai's eyes burst with blood-red light.
...
On another continent, where an opportunity lies, a bloody battle erupts.
All the celestial prides from the Lower Realm are besieging one man.
The silhouette, clad in the pitch-black and ferocious Celestial Radiance Horn Divine Armor, wields the sharp and chilling Shang Mang Divine Spear.
At the sa ti, an imnse and boundless sword intent perates from within, shattering the surrounding void.
With one thrust, he pierces through, directly penetrating several celestial prides' chests, fiercely mowing them down.
Within monts, all the celestial prides in this opportunistic place are slaughtered by this silhouette.
If Jun Xiaoyao were here, he would certainly not be unfamiliar with this silhouette.
He is none other than the Champion Marquis of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, Yang Pan!
He descended to the Lower Realm long ago to seize its opportunities and search for the remaining Panhuang Three Swords.
"Finally arrived, my Panhuang Life Spirit Sword senses that the remaining two swords are likely related to the Ten Realms Rift," Yang Pan's eyes gleam sharply.
He harbors an eternal resentnt in his heart, setting Jun Xiaoyao as his target.
The only opportunity to possibly surpass Jun Xiaoyao lies within the Ten Realms Rift.
Therefore, Yang Pan is resolute this ti.
If he does not contend now, he fears being thoroughly left behind by Jun Xiaoyao.
The disturbance of the Ten Realms has attracted everyone's attention.
For beings in the Lower Realm, this is a calamity of doom.
Because the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is being absorbed, the Spiritual Qi on the continent is very scarce.
Cultivating becos incredibly difficult.
And those saints who wish to live long years find it very challenging to survive in the era of scarce Spiritual Qi.
This is a heavy blow to beings in the Lower Realm.
But for celestial prides of the Immortal Realm, this marks the beginning of a great opportunity.
They show no rcy to the beings of the Lower Realm.
After obtaining the opportunity, they'll just return to the Immortal Realm.
This disturbance lasted over ten days.
More than ten days later, the Spiritual Qi of the ten continents finally stops dispersing.
Though much has been consud.
At a certain mont, Jun Xiaoyao senses sothing, and takes out a sachet.
Vaguely, the aura of the sachet seems to resonate with a certain location, as if guiding Jun Xiaoyao there.
"It's finally starting."
Jun Xiaoyao's lips curl into a smile.
He promptly summons Yi Yu and others.
"Let's prepare to depart, the greatest opportunity in the Lower Realm has manifested," Jun Xiaoyao says indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Yi Yu and Yan Qingying both have sparks in their eyes.
Jiang Luoli cheers excitedly.
Jun Xiaoyao's group leaves the Ancient Divine Race base, heading towards the Outer Sea.
Jun Xiaoyao knows the location where the Ten Realms Rift appears is uncertain.
It could be in any secluded wilderness, any hidden corner.
Besides the great destinied ones, only those like Jun Xiaoyao, possessing a Heroic Spirit Altar token, can enter.
After about half a day, under the guidance of the sachet, Jun Xiaoyao arrives at the depths of the Outer Sea of Myriad Phenona Continent.
Finally, Jun Xiaoyao stands above a section of the sea.
Jiang Luoli blinks her big eyes, looking around curiously, and asks, "Brother Xiaoyao, where is the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift you ntioned?"
Jun Xiaoyao smiles faintly and points at the sea surface.
"Under the sea?" Jiang Luoli opens her small mouth.
She didn't expect that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift would be at the bottom of the deep sea.
Only those with luck could possibly find it.
Jun Xiaoyao and the others, their mana surging to form a protective shield, dive directly into the depths of the sea.
The Outer Sea of Myriad Phenona Continent, like the Endless Sea of Celestial Profound Continent, is extrely dangerous.
The deep sea houses many fearso Deep Sea Giant Beasts.
Such as Blue-Ringed Octopus, Giant-Tooth Shark, Tiger-headed Demon Whale, and so forth.
But these beasts are casually slain by the likes of East Profound Ancestor and others.
After diving ten thousand fathoms deep into the sea.
In the dark ocean trench, Jun Xiaoyao discovers a gaping black spatial rift.
Around the rift, space twists, and seawater cannot enter.
Faintly, within the rift, dense Spiritual Qi is emanating.
"Is that the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift?" Jiang Luoli and the others widen their eyes.
"This is just one of the entrances, there should be others in the Ten Realms," Jun Xiaoyao says.
They hesitate not, readying themselves to enter.
However, East Profound Ancestor and others discover a repelling force from the entrance to the Ten Realms Rift.
With their Saint cultivation, they cannot enter.
"What's going on?" East Profound Ancestor and others are bewildered.
Jun Xiaoyao ponders briefly.
The inheritance within the Ten Realms Rift, like the Heroic Spirit Altar, is ant for the youthful generation.
For the likes of East Profound Ancestor and other saints, it holds little value.
The opportunity within the Ten Realms Rift might be prepared specifically for the youthful generation, thus formidable cultivators cannot enter.
"You should remain here," Jun Xiaoyao says.
East Profound Ancestor and others nod.
Jun Xiaoyao then enters the passage to the Ten Realms Rift with Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying.
As for Jun Ying'Er, her cultivation is still too low to enter.
And Su Ziqiong, just a female slave he's accepted casually, Jun Xiaoyao naturally has no intention to cultivate her.
So he only takes Jiang Luoli and the others.
At the sa mont, in the Myriad Phenona Continent, within a Demon Beast Forest.
A youth with a somber, water-like face is recklessly hunting demon beasts.
Above his head, a talisman decree emanates a supre aura, flickering with divine radiance.
He is none other than the Sixteenth Prince, Fang Han!
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