Boom!
After a deafening sound, the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation landed where Jun Xiaoyao was.
In an instant, seven-colored lightning spread out, filling the surroundings with crackling sounds.
Jiang Luoli's mind reeled, and her delicate body became stiff, unable to move.
"Is he dead?" the surrounding Prodigies murmured.
Ji Qingyi and the others also stared intently at the top of the Altar.
Logically, it was impossible for Jun Xiaoyao to withstand the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation.
As the lightning dissipated, everyone's gaze froze at the same time.
Their faces were filled with a look of horror.
Because Jun Xiaoyao was safe and sound!
The reason he was safe and sound was that a tall and imposing figure stood in front of him.
His black hair fell to his feet, and his entire being exuded an aura as deep and demonic as an abyss.
It was the Fallen Sacred Body!
The Fallen Sacred Body roared to the sky, its black hair fluttering, like an indomitable God-Devil!
"This..."
Not to mention the others, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was stunned for a moment.
He had not infused his Soul Power into the Fallen Sacred Body.
In other words, the Fallen Sacred Body was now acting according to its own will, not under Jun Xiaoyao's control.
But... how was this possible?
Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled.
However, he then remembered that when he was controlling the Fallen Sacred Body before, there were moments when a hint of clarity seemed to appear in the Fallen Sacred Body's eyes.
At that time, Jun Xiaoyao hadn't paid much attention, thinking it was an illusion.
Now it seemed that the Fallen Sacred Body might still retain a deep-seated consciousness?
"But why would he voluntarily step forward to protect my Dao?" Jun Xiaoyao was once again puzzled.
At this moment, a roaring sound came from the sky again.
Heaven seemed extremely enraged at failing to kill Jun Xiaoyao in one strike, and streaks of seven-colored lightning crashed down.
Each bolt of lightning could easily kill a Saint.
The Fallen Sacred Body roared, stomped its foot on the ground, and soared into the air, meeting the Lightning Tribulation.
Within the Ten Realms Rift, Saint Realm powerhouses are not permitted.
But at this moment, the Fallen Sacred Body was merely using its Physical Body's strength to resist the power of the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation, without the magical power of the Saint Realm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bolts of lightning struck the Fallen Sacred Body, but the Fallen Sacred Body did not retreat a single step.
Even though its Physical Body began to crack, it did not flinch.
Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath. He did not hesitate, seizing the opportunity to continue his comprehension.
Within his Dantian, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had completely vanished, transforming into nourishment to nurture that ball of energy.
That ball of energy was Jun Xiaoyao's own Dao.
Within it, scenes of creation, the evolution of the great Chaos Universe, seemed to emerge.
As this aura gradually permeated, the Void Realm around him collapsed bit by bit, turning into nothingness.
It was as if Jun Xiaoyao's Dao was to transcend all the myriad Daos, creating its own rules.
"When my Dao emerges, all other Daos shall collapse!"
Jun Xiaoyao gained enlightenment. He focused all his attention on his own body.
Within his own body, a world seemed to be beginning to evolve.
That was his world, that was his Dao, that was his path.
As Jun Xiaoyao's comprehension deepened, the power of the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation also grew stronger.
Even the Fallen Sacred Body's Physical Body began to crack and gradually crumble.
However, the Fallen Sacred Body still stood like a solid wall, blocking everything for Jun Xiaoyao.
Perhaps this was the protection of being of the same Ancient Sacred Body lineage.
The Fallen Sacred Body hoped that Jun Xiaoyao could uphold the prestige of the Ancient Sacred Body lineage and forge an unprecedented path.
To remove all shackles and curses for the Ancient Sacred Body.
Boom!
In the end, the endless seven-colored Lightning Tribulation directly submerged the Fallen Sacred Body.
His Physical Body began to disintegrate.
The Fallen Sacred Body was, after all, the Fallen Sacred Body, not the Ancient Sacred Body in its prime.
His Physical Body had also undergone countless experiments and modifications, and ultimately lost some of the Ancient Sacred Body's characteristics.
Therefore, under this terrifying world-destroying Lightning Tribulation, the Fallen Sacred Body finally could no longer hold on.
His Physical Body began to shatter into pieces, and finally, with a loud bang, it disintegrated.
At the moment of disintegration.
A sentence seemed to enter Jun Xiaoyao's mind.
"The Sacred Body lineage, it's all up to you."
"Remember... go to the Ancient Sacred Temple..."
Boom!
After protecting Jun Xiaoyao and emitting its last warmth.
The Fallen Sacred Body finally completely disintegrated, turning into dust and vanishing from the world.
Jun Xiaoyao, hearing these words, had no time to be moved.
He was concentrating on deducing the Dao principles.
However, he did hear that sentence and kept it in mind.
Without the obstruction of the Fallen Sacred Body.
The seven-colored Lightning Tribulation could finally strike Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.
And it was at this moment that countless Heroic Spirits once again emerged around the Heroic Spirit Altar.
Previously, when Jun Xiaoyao was about to ascend to the top of the Altar, tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits had also appeared.
And now, the number of Heroic Spirits that appeared was far more than tens of thousands.
There were simply hundreds of thousands.
Do not think this number is huge.
One must know that this is the accumulated number over countless eras and time.
"This... could it really be a dead end!"
Seeing the hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits, Jiang Luoli's small face turned pale.
Ji Qingyi and Little Devil Fairy also felt a chill.
They knew this path might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be this difficult.
There was no difference from a dead end.
But the next moment, something surprising happened.
The hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits were not targeting Jun Xiaoyao, but instead roared at the heavens!
That's right, it was a roar at the heavens!
They were once ancient heroes who had ascended the Altar, and they too had wanted to carve out their own paths, just like Jun Xiaoyao.
But they all failed.
Because Heaven wanted to stop them.
And now, after many eras, someone finally had the possibility of forging their own path.
These Heroic Spirits appeared not to deal with Jun Xiaoyao, but to help Jun Xiaoyao fight against this unjust Heaven!
Why should humans be confined by Heaven and Earth!
Why could they only be prisoners in shackles!
This was a rebellion against fate!
Rumble!
Hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits simultaneously attacked, rebelling against Heaven!
What a terrifying force this was, even the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation had to retreat three paces!
And Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits, was like the sole God.
Looking at the Fallen Sacred Body that had turned to dust, and at the hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits protecting him.
Even Jun Xiaoyao's eyes showed a hint of coldness.
Within his Dantian, that ball of energy was compressed infinitely, 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 emerged.
This point did not belong to this world, but was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.
Just as this point was about to form.
Above the sky, the seven-colored Lightning Tribulation intertwined, finally forming a lightning human face.
That lightning human face was incredibly massive, filling the sky.
It opened its mouth, and terrifying beams of lightning poured down on Jun Xiaoyao.
Even the hundreds of thousands of Heroic Spirits, despite their desperate resistance, could not withstand it and turned into ashes amidst their wails.
Facing this final move from Heaven, which sought to kill him.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm.
His Dao, his path, was about to form; how could he give up now?
"Come on, I, Jun Xiaoyao, want to compete with Heaven!"
Jun Xiaoyao let out a cold shout, raising his hand, and three sword lights tore through the Vast Expanse of Heaven and Earth, appearing.
Faintly, a subtle Emperor's might emanated from them.
"That is..."
Ji Qingyi, Little Devil Fairy, Wang Chuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining Prodigies.
Their pupils widened, they took a deep breath, and their hearts were stirred by immense waves!
That was... the might of an Emperor!