In the depths of the Ten Realms Rift, Jun Xiaoyao and Jiang Luoli soared towards the innermost part.

Jun Xiaoyao could disregard other opportunities within the Ten Realms Rift.

However, the Heroic Spirit Altar was the opportunity he valued the most, as it was crucial for his transformation.

The deeper they went, the more the token in Jun Xiaoyao's hand, a fragrant pouch, resonated with power.

It was evident that he was not far from the Heroic Spirit Altar.

At that moment, a graceful figure flew in from the distance—it was Yan Qingying.

"Young Master."

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao, Yan Qingying called out.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing Yan Qingying's slightly disheveled hair and the aura of battle around her, Jun Xiaoyao inquired.

Yan Qingying then recounted the events that had transpired earlier.

"So that's how it is. Ji Qingyi has also descended to the lower realm and formed an alliance with a son of destiny. However, that son of destiny is clearly not simple; he possesses the essence of the Three Realms," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yan Qingying mentioned that this son of destiny had previously killed two other sons of destiny.

This meant that he alone possessed the essence of the Three Realms.

Ordinary sons of destiny could not possibly be that powerful.

"Young Master, I'm sorry. Did I cause you trouble?" Yan Qingying said weakly.

Before Li Daoxuan and others, she appeared as a cold and ruthless dark queen, but in front of Jun Xiaoyao, she took on a soft and delicate demeanor.

"Heh, it's nothing. You not only didn't bring me trouble, but instead, you've brought me a fat sheep," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

That son of destiny named Li Daoxuan, possessing the essence of the Three Realms, saved Jun Xiaoyao the effort of collecting the world's essence.

He possessed the essence of the Five Realms, while Li Daoxuan had the essence of the Three Realms.

Jun Xiaoyao believed that the remaining two essences must also be in the hands of some other prodigy within the Ten Realms Rift.

Because those who could obtain the essence of the world must be able to enter the Ten Realms Rift.

"Don't worry, I will definitely retrieve your dark fairy seed," Jun Xiaoyao reassured her.

"Thank you, Young Master." Yan Qingying bowed slightly, her eyes betraying a hidden affection that was hard to conceal.

This made Jiang Luoli pout, though she said nothing.

Wasn't this proof that her brother Xiaoyao was charming? No woman could resist him.

Of course, this also made Jiang Luoli feel a sense of crisis, and she began to contemplate how to secure Jun Xiaoyao for herself.

Should she take the plunge and make things happen?

Jun Xiaoyao was completely unaware of the cunning glint in Jiang Luoli's big eyes as he prepared to set off.

Just then, a figure flashed in from the distant sky—it was Yi Yu.

At this moment, Yi Yu's aura, although still at the Harmonization Realm, felt different from before.

"Young Master." Yi Yu cupped his hands towards Jun Xiaoyao, a hint of excitement on his face.

"It seems you've gained quite a fortune," Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.

"Indeed." Yi Yu extended his hand, flames swirling, revealing a crimson fire seed that burned brightly.

"Eh, is this... the Xuan Yang Divine Fire?" Jun Xiaoyao said, surprised.

Yi Yu didn't need to search for a fairy seed to harmonize because he had already fused with a True Sun Seed, becoming a Harmonization expert.

The next realm after Harmonization is Nirvana.

Nirvana involves finding a suitable fire seed to undergo a rebirth, transforming the divine palace's true spirit into a primordial spirit.

This Xuan Yang Divine Fire is an extremely rare and powerful fire seed, perfectly suited to Yi Yu's body attributes.

"Good. You can wait until you reach the Heroic Spirit Altar to refine the fire seed for your Nirvana; it should greatly enhance your power," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yi Yu's choice not to immediately fuse with the Xuan Yang Divine Fire was the right one.

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Young Master."

Jun Xiaoyao's suggestion was genuinely aimed at helping Yi Yu enhance his strength and become even more powerful.

With such a caring master, Yi Yu felt even more grateful and resolute in his decision to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

"Alright, let's go. The prodigies within the Ten Realms Rift should all be gathering towards the altar now," Jun Xiaoyao said.

After the four of them regrouped, they soared together towards the deepest part of the Ten Realms Rift.

As Jun Xiaoyao and the others set off, other prodigies within the Ten Realms Rift also rushed deeper.

The further they went, the more they discovered some extremely powerful remnants of souls and vengeful spirits appearing.

These remnants of souls seemed to be beings that had fallen near the Heroic Spirit Altar, each one incredibly strong.

From time to time, prodigies would fall to the hands of these remnants.

Boom!

In one area, two figures appeared.

One was a handsome young man in a black and gold robe, who casually extended his hand.

The power of reincarnation surged, directly tearing apart a remnant of soul ahead.

This pale-skinned handsome young man was the ancient prodigy of the Reincarnation Demon Sect, Wang Chuan.

Beside him was a girl in a black short skirt, quirky and pure yet charming like a fairy—she was the little fairy of the Demon Immortal Sect.

"We should be close to the Heroic Spirit Altar now. This is the focal point of the Ten Realms' fortune, holding immense opportunities," the little fairy said, her sparkling eyes filled with anticipation.

"Your rival, the Holy Maiden of the Human Immortal Sect, should also be going there," Wang Chuan said indifferently.

"Hehe, when the time comes, it will be a battle of the brave on a narrow path," the little fairy laughed.

The two continued forward, and the remnants of souls along the way could not hinder their progress at all.

Finally, after about an hour, they arrived at the deepest part of the Ten Realms Rift.

Looking around, even the little fairy and Wang Chuan felt a jolt in their spirits.

The ground was a stark white.

This was not the color of soil, but the color of bones.

Countless white bones were densely scattered across the ground.

At the end of this skeletal land stood a pyramid-shaped altar, exuding an aura that was primal, ancient, and mysterious.

The ancient altar was also covered in bones, making one feel a chill just from a glance.

Was this a place of opportunity or a burial ground?

"Is that the Heroic Spirit Altar?" The little fairy looked at the altar covered in bones, her previously carefree expression turning serious.

"I, Wang Chuan, have been buried in the lower realm for so long just for this opportunity—to undergo transformation at the Heroic Spirit Altar and carve out an unprecedented path," Wang Chuan exhaled deeply.

Carving out a path that no one has walked before is likely the common goal of all unparalleled prodigies.

However, very few can truly forge a broad path; it is almost zero.

Of course, following the paths and tracks of predecessors can also lead to becoming an emperor and reaching the pinnacle.

But humans are inherently ambitious.

Not to mention someone like Wang Chuan, an ancient prodigy.

Around them, there were also a few prodigies who had arrived here, equally struck by the scene before them.

"Let's go," the little fairy said, her gaze flashing as she prepared to ascend the Heroic Spirit Altar with Wang Chuan.

At that moment, a clear and serene voice, like a spring, rang out.

"Little Fairy, you are indeed here."

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