"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received a Seven Star reward: the Pan Huang Years Sword!"

As the system's voice faded, the void in front of Jun Xiaoyao was suddenly torn open.

Immediately, an ancient sword imbued with a sense of antiquity appeared before him.

This ancient sword was quite similar to the one Jun Xiaoyao had seen on Yang Pan before.

However, the Pan Huang Spirit Sword exuded an aura of all living beings, with billions of lives intricately carved on its blade.

In contrast, the Pan Huang Years Sword flowed with a profound and distant essence of time.

Engraved on this sword were the cycles of the sun and moon, the changing of the seasons, the rotation of the stars, and the passage of time.

Just a glance at it evoked a sense of the vicissitudes of life.

"Interesting, I didn't expect to obtain one of the Three Pan Huang Swords."

Even with Jun Xiaoyao's calm and composed nature, he couldn't help but show a rare expression of joy at this moment.

Although the rewards for signing in were random, sometimes they seemed to be related to the location of the sign-in.

There was no discernible pattern to it.

However, regardless of the circumstances, obtaining a Seven Star reward, especially the Pan Huang Years Sword, was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Could it be that I've evolved from a non-lucky person to a lucky one?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Last time he signed in at the Zhuque Ancient Kingdom's palace, he only received a Four Star reward.

Shaking his head slightly, Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and grasped the Pan Huang Years Sword.

In an instant, he felt a surge of temporal power flowing through him.

It felt as if his entire arm was aging within the confines of time.

At that moment, the twenty pieces of Da Luo Immortal Bones within his arm glowed, resisting the encroachment of this temporal power.

"Interesting. If someone else were to obtain this Pan Huang Years Sword, they would find it difficult to wield for a while," Jun Xiaoyao remarked.

The power of time was incredibly mysterious and terrifying.

Ordinary people who approached the Pan Huang Years Sword would likely age and wither instantly.

Only some powerful individuals could withstand it with their own strength.

With a slight movement of his mind, Jun Xiaoyao held the Pan Huang Years Sword and casually swung it toward the bronze puppets behind him.

In an instant, a half-illusory sword light swept across, causing the bronze puppets to decay and wither, turning into a pile of copper dust.

"Indeed very powerful," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

With his current realm, he couldn't fully unleash the power of the Pan Huang Years Sword.

Yet, this casual swing was immensely powerful.

Suddenly, the Supreme Bone within Jun Xiaoyao's chest trembled again, as if resonating with something.

"The Supreme Bone is reacting again; last time it was due to that Reincarnation Dao Gold," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Thinking about it, the next ability of the Supreme Bone seemed to be related to the power of time and reincarnation.

"It seems I need to visit the Holy Spirit Academy when I have the chance to see if that Reincarnation Holy Spirit can cause my Supreme Bone to undergo a transformation," Jun Xiaoyao said to himself.

He stored the Pan Huang Years Sword into his spatial artifact.

"If that Pan Wushen knew that the Pan Huang Years Sword he had been searching for so hard was obtained by me just by signing in, he would probably be so furious he'd spit blood," Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile.

At present, the Pan Huang Spirit Sword was in Yang Pan's hands.

The Pan Huang Years Sword was in Jun Xiaoyao's possession.

Only the Pan Huang Void Sword remained.

"No rush. The reason I spared Yang Pan's life was to use him as a laborer to find the Pan Huang Void Sword. When the time comes, I just need to seize it from him."

Jun Xiaoyao had already thought of a backup plan.

The only value of Yang Pan being alive was to help him search for the last Pan Huang Void Sword.

That Pan Wushen clearly had the same idea.

However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind; what he wanted, no one could take away.

"Just this Pan Huang Years Sword alone makes this trip worthwhile," Jun Xiaoyao continued forward.

Even if he ultimately didn't find the opportunity for the Holy Body's transformation, he wouldn't feel regret.

A sword had already made the trip worth it.

After shaking off those bronze puppets, Jun Xiaoyao continued deeper into the Pan Wuling.

The ancient palaces were covered in thick dust.

Most of the palaces were empty.

Clearly, the opportunities inside had long been scavenged by the Pan Wu Divine Dynasty.

As for the occasional discarded holy pills, precious herbs, holy medicines, and noble weapons, Jun Xiaoyao paid them no mind.

At that moment, a peculiar palace suddenly came into Jun Xiaoyao's view.

This palace was located in the deepest, most remote corner of Pan Wuling, surrounded by overgrown weeds.

Outside, there were even chains encircling that area, as if to prevent anyone from approaching.

"Eh... what is that..." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze sharpened.

In most places within Pan Wuling, traces of exploration could be seen.

Only that particular palace seemed untouched.

Moreover, there appeared to be a blood-colored mist swirling around it.

What intrigued Jun Xiaoyao was not only the unusual state of that palace.

It was also because his Ancient Holy Body seemed to have a faint reaction.

Jun Xiaoyao made up his mind and stepped forward.

He pushed open the door of the palace, and darkness enveloped him.

A gust of cold wind blew out; any ordinary person would be terrified, but Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and composed.

His Ancient Holy Body restrained all demons, ghosts, and dark powers, so he felt no fear.

At that moment, from the depths of the darkness, the sound of clanking chains echoed.

It felt as if something imprisoned by chains was beginning to move.

"Hmm?" Just as Jun Xiaoyao focused his attention.

A blood-colored fist wind suddenly erupted from the depths of the darkness.

Accompanying it was a beast-like roar.

"What the hell?"

Jun Xiaoyao thrust out his right arm, and the twenty pieces of Da Luo Immortal Bones shone, exuding an incredibly sacred aura that collided with the blood-colored fist wind.

Boom!

With a resounding impact, the entire palace trembled.

Under the illumination of the Da Luo Immortal Bones' light, he finally saw the figure before him.

It was a wild-looking figure with long hair cascading to the ground, resembling a savage.

A pair of crimson eyes were filled with chaotic frenzy.

But what caught Jun Xiaoyao's attention was not the wild man's appearance, but his physique.

He was also an Ancient Holy Body!

Bang!

After the collision, both Jun Xiaoyao and the wild figure staggered back.

Jun Xiaoyao's arm felt numb.

"Fortunately, I had the support of the Da Luo Immortal Bones and the Divine Elephant's Suppression Technique; otherwise, the outcome would be unpredictable," Jun Xiaoyao's expression turned serious.

How could there be an Ancient Holy Body sealed within this palace deep in Pan Wuling?

Moreover, it was not an ordinary Ancient Holy Body.

This Ancient Holy Body felt as if it had undergone some kind of transformation, a fallen holy body after mutation.

Indeed, it was a fallen holy body!

Because the blood and qi of a holy body were usually brilliant and sacred gold, while this fallen holy body's blood and qi were a sinister dark red.

"This fallen holy body definitely isn't from the Pan Wu Emperor; what kind of existence is it?"

Jun Xiaoyao's heart was filled with confusion and doubt.

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