At this moment, the five World Origins within Jun Xiaoyao's body also spontaneously appeared.
For a time, the Lower Realm Ten Lands Origins all revolved around Jun Xiaoyao.
They set off Jun Xiaoyao as if he were a supreme God King, an Immortal Realm Emperor!
At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to be the sole God, above and below the heavens!
This scene was deeply etched into the eyes of everyone present.
Not to mention those Lower Realm Prodigies, who stood petrified as if turned to stone, their breathing seemingly about to cease.
Even Ji Qingyi, Little Devil Fairy, and other Saintesses from Immortal Great Sects, accustomed to grand spectacles, felt a subtle sense of suffocation at this moment.
Because Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was too transcendental.
Wangchuan's gaze was more solemn than ever before.
His invincible Dao Heart was also clouded by a shadow.
This was normal.
If it were anyone else, after being sealed for countless years and reappearing, they would have thought they could sweep through all contemporary Prodigies.
But soon after emerging, they would be dealt a blow. If it were anyone else, their Dao Heart would be affected and unable to remain calm.
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept towards Wangchuan, Ji Qingyi, and Little Devil Fairy.
Wangchuan's expression was extremely wary, his eyes solemn.
Ji Qingyi, however, let out a soft sigh and did not continue fighting with Jiang Luoli, showing her stance.
As for Little Devil Fairy, she also gave up on attacking.
Jun Xiaoyao was even stronger and more of a Prodigy than she had imagined.
"Little Brother Xiaoyao, I haven't offended you too much, have I? Please don't attack me, I'm still young and my body is weak," Little Devil Fairy said pitifully, blinking her eyes and beginning to show weakness.
Jiang Luoli's beautiful eyes glared at Little Devil Fairy.
Why did that sound a little off?
Seeing Jiang Luoli glare at her, Little Devil Fairy also showed a mischievous, teasing smile and glared back at Jiang Luoli.
Jun Xiaoyao paid no attention to Little Devil Fairy, but instead looked at Wangchuan.
The only one present who held hostility towards him was probably only Wangchuan.
Wangchuan's body unconsciously took two steps back, his expression extremely wary, his face as solemn as water.
Although he greatly desired the Ten Realms Origin on Jun Xiaoyao, he also knew that it was simply an unrealistic endeavor.
Even if he returned to his Peak state, suppressing Jun Xiaoyao would definitely not be an easy task.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered. He did indeed want to put an end to it and deal with Wangchuan.
But just then, the Heroic Spirit Altar in the distance, seemingly due to the simultaneous manifestation of the Ten Realms Origin, began to undergo some kind of change.
An unusual aura emerged.
"The Heroic Spirit Altar has changed," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.
He was decisive and immediately soared towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.
The Heroic Spirit Altar was the most important matter; in comparison, dealing with Wangchuan was not as important. After all, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
And let's not forget, Jun Xiaoyao still had a chance to sign in at the Heroic Spirit Altar.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao soar towards the Heroic Spirit Altar, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and Jiang Luoli also followed closely.
Ji Qingyi, seeing this, hesitated for a moment, then also transformed into a blue rainbow and soared over.
Little Devil Fairy's eyes rolled. She winked at Wangchuan, then also soared towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.
Wangchuan hesitated, but wasn't he dormant in the Lower Realm precisely for this greatest Opportunity?
He couldn't possibly give it up.
Having made up his mind, Wangchuan also soared away.
Afterward, the surrounding Prodigies swarmed towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.
Only when he got closer to the Heroic Spirit Altar did Jun Xiaoyao realize.
Just how ancient and grand this altar was.
Looking at it, it was like a primeval mountain, towering and majestic, emanating an ancient, primordial aura.
But what was most shocking were the endless white bones scattered across the altar.
Even after so many years, those bones were still as hard as iron.
Some of the bones were as warm and smooth as jade, while others glowed like gold.
From this, it could be seen that these bones, in life, must have belonged to Ancient Paragons with special Physiques, extremely powerful individuals.
But they all perished on the Heroic Spirit Altar.
It was clear that this was a place of Opportunity, and also a Burial Ground.
Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, sighing softly, "Time is a blade that slays Prodigies, on the path to longevity, one can only sigh at the beautiful. If one does not attain the Dao and become an Emperor, one becomes a mere pile of withered bones."
How many heroes, past and present, have become but a laughing matter?
This Heroic Spirit Altar was merely a microcosm.
Compared to here, the Emperor Road was clearly even more brutal.
That was truly a path paved with bones; only truly peerless Prodigies could reach the end.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's sigh, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and others also felt touched.
Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate and directly stepped onto the Heroic Spirit Altar.
The moment he stepped onto the first step, the entire altar surged with wind and clouds, as if countless Ancient Paragon phantoms emerged, and various phenomena manifested.
The aura here became extremely peculiar, and countless demonic sounds pierced the ears, disturbing one's mind.
Jun Xiaoyao was unaffected, maintaining his composure, and began to ascend the altar.
Following his steps, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying also stepped up.
They saw Jun Xiaoyao ascend step by step, and thought it was not a difficult task.
However, when they truly stepped on it themselves, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and others' expressions changed.
That terrifying pressure almost made them kneel on the ground.
At the same time, countless phantoms of Ancient Paragons interfered, and demonic sounds pierced their ears, disturbing their minds and making it difficult for them to completely calm their thoughts.
"Is it that terrifying?" Jiang Luoli's small face also turned slightly pale.
She hurriedly activated her Elemental Spirit Dao Body, and only then did she feel a little better.
However, the more this happened, the more it highlighted Jun Xiaoyao's transcendent and peerless nature.
But Jun Xiaoyao ascended the altar step by step, not too quickly, but not slowly either, maintaining his rhythm.
"Is it that exaggerated?"
Seeing the performance of Jiang Luoli and Yi Yu, Little Devil Fairy muttered.
She didn't believe in this evil and also stepped onto the altar.
After taking a step, her pure and charming little face instantly changed color.
She stumbled, almost falling flat on her face.
Seeing Little Devil Fairy's reaction, Ji Qingyi and Wangchuan both prepared themselves in advance.
However, when they stepped up, they also couldn't help but change their expressions.
This was just stepping onto the Heroic Spirit Altar, and there was already such terrifying pressure.
It was hard to imagine how strong that pressure would become later on.
Ji Qingyi's eyes once again turned to Jun Xiaoyao, who walked with steady steps and a calm expression.
Sometimes, the gap between people is reflected here.
"Jun Xiaoyao, in this world, what else can stump you, or move you?" Ji Qingyi sighed in her heart.
To be in the same era as a peerless Prodigy like Jun Xiaoyao is both a blessing and a sorrow.
It is a blessing that the Prodigies of this era can witness the birth of a living legend with their own eyes.
It is a sorrow that the Prodigies of this era will forever live in the shadow of a legend, like inconspicuous stars beside the sun.