Bang!
After a deafening roar, the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation descended upon where Jun Xiaoyao stood.
In an instant, seven-colored lightning spread out, engulfing the surroundings with crackling sounds.
Jiang Luoli's mind went blank, her whole body felt frozen, unable to move.
"Is he dead?" The surrounding Celestial Pride murmured to themselves.
Ji Qingyi and others also fixed their gaze firmly on the top of the altar.
Logically speaking, Jun Xiaoyao should not have been able to resist the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation.
As the lightning dispersed, everyone's gaze froze simultaneously.
Their faces were filled with astonishnt.
Because Jun Xiaoyao was unscathed!
And the reason he was unhard was because a stalwart figure was standing in front of him.
Black hair hung down by his feet, exuding an abyssal and demonic aura.
It was the Fallen Sacred Body!
The Fallen Sacred Body roared at the sky, black hair flying, like an indomitable God-Demon!
"This..."
Not to ntion others, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was montarily stunned.
He hadn't infused his Soul Power into the Fallen Sacred Body.
This ant that the Fallen Sacred Body was acting on its own will, not under Jun Xiaoyao's control.
But how can this be possible?
Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled.
However, he recalled that during previous control of the Fallen Sacred Body, there were monts when its eyes showed a glimr of clarity.
At that ti, Jun Xiaoyao hadn't paid much attention, thinking it was an illusion.
Now it seed that perhaps the Fallen Sacred Body retained a deeper consciousness?
"But why did he act on his own to protect ?" Jun Xiaoyao wondered further.
At that mont, a rumbling sound echoed again from the sky.
The Heaven seed very enraged for failing to annihilate Jun Xiaoyao in one strike, and one after another, Seven-Colored lightning bolts crashed down.
Each bolt of lightning could easily vanquish a Saint.
The Fallen Sacred Body roared in defiance, stomping the ground and soaring into the sky to et the thunder tribulation.
Within the Ten Realms Rift, Saint Realm powerhouses were not allowed.
Yet at this mont, the Fallen Sacred Body was purely using its Physical Power to resist the might of the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation, without any Saint Realm mana.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bolts of lightning struck the Fallen Sacred Body, but it did not retreat an inch.
Even as its flesh began to crack, it did not back down.
Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath and seized the mont to continue his enlightennt.
Within him, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had completely vanished, transforming into nourishnt and nurturing that energy mass.
That energy mass belonged to Jun Xiaoyao's own Dao.
Within it, scenes of the cosmos and Chaos unfolding erged.
As this aura gradually perated, the surrounding void began to collapse bit by bit, turning to nothingness.
It was as if Jun Xiaoyao's Dao sought to transcend all cosmic paths, creating his own rules.
"With the ergence of my Dao, all paths shall crumble!"
Jun Xiaoyao had an epiphany and concentrated all his attention within himself.
Within him, it was as if a world was beginning to take shape.
It was his world, his Dao, his path.
As Jun Xiaoyao delved deeper into his enlightennt, the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation grew ever stronger.
Even the flesh of the Fallen Sacred Body started cracking, gradually shattering.
Yet the Fallen Sacred Body remained like a sturdy wall, shielding Jun Xiaoyao from everything.
Perhaps this was a form of protection among the Holy Body Lineage.
The Fallen Sacred Body hoped Jun Xiaoyao could elevate the prestige of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and blaze a trail never before seen.
To remove all shackles and curses from the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
Bang!
In the end, the boundless Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation engulfed even the Fallen Sacred Body.
Its flesh began to disintegrate.
After all, the Fallen Sacred Body was not in the pri state of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
Its flesh, having undergone countless experints and modifications, ultimately lost so characteristics of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
Hence, under this terrifying world-destroying thunder tribulation, the Fallen Sacred Body finally couldn't hold on.
Its flesh started to fracture and then shattered with a crash.
In the instant it fragnted.
It was as if a ssage entered Jun Xiaoyao's mind.
"The Holy Body Lineage depends on you."
"Rember... go to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Hall..."
Bang!
After offering its last warmth to shield Jun Xiaoyao.
The Fallen Sacred Body finally disintegrated completely, turning to ashes and vanishing from the world.
Upon hearing this ssage, Jun Xiaoyao had no ti for sentintality.
He was focused on inferring the Dao Principles.
However, that ssage was heard and etched in his mory.
With the obstruction of the Fallen Sacred Body gone.
The Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation could finally strike Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.
And at that mont, around the Heroic Spirit Altar, countless Heroic Spirits erged once again.
Previously, when Jun Xiaoyao ascended to the altar's peak, tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits had appeared.
And now, not just tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands more appeared.
Do not think this number is vast.
It must be known, this is the quantity accumulated over countless ages and ti.
"Is this truly a dead-end!"
Seeing those hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits, Jiang Luoli's expression turned pale.
Ji Qingyi and Little Demon Immortal also felt a chill.
They knew the path could be difficult, but hadn't expected it to be so extre.
Almost indistinguishable from a dead-end.
But the next mont, sothing astonishing occurred.
Those hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits were not targeting Jun Xiaoyao; they roared at the Heaven!
Yes, they roared at the Heaven!
They had once ascended the altar as ancient heroes, just like Jun Xiaoyao, aiming to create their own path.
But they all failed.
Because the Heaven wanted to stop them.
And now, after countless epochs, finally, soone might carve out their path.
These Heroic Spirits erged not to confront Jun Xiaoyao, but to aid him against the unjust Heaven!
Why must people be trapped by heaven and earth!
Why must they be prisoners of their shackles!
This is a rebellion against fate!
Rumble!
Hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits took action together, defying the Heaven!
This was such a terrifying force that even the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation had to retreat!
And Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits as if the sole god.
Looking at the ashes of the Fallen Sacred Body, looking at those hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits protecting him.
Even Jun Xiaoyao felt a coldness erging in his eyes.
Within his Dantian, that energy mass compressed indefinitely, eventually becoming void.
But within the void, a point suddenly erged.
This point seed to encompass everything, embracing the cosmos, as a brand new path slowly erged.
This point did not belong to this world but was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.
As this point was about to form.
In the sky, the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation intertwined, finally transforming into a giant lightning face.
That lightning face was imnse, filling the sky.
It opened its mouth, and a terrifying column of lightning poured down towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Even though the hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits fought back with all their might, they could not resist, turning to ashes with screeches.
Facing this final attack from Heaven intending to obliterate him.
Jun Xiaoyao remained composed.
His Dao, his path, was about to take shape; how could he abandon it now?
"Co on, I, Jun Xiaoyao, will compete with Heaven!"
Jun Xiaoyao coldly exclaid, raising his hand, and three Sword Radiances sliced through the vast sky, appearing.
There was seemingly a faint Emperor's Might emanating from them.
"That is..."
Ji Qingyi, Little Demon Immortal, Wangchuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all remaining Celestial Pride.
Their pupils dilated, taking a deep breath, as their hearts surged with towering waves!
That was... the might belonging to an Emperor!
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