At this moment, the five spheres of world origin within Jun Xiaoyao involuntarily manifested.

In an instant, the ten origins of the lower realm surrounded Jun Xiaoyao.

Against this backdrop, Jun Xiaoyao appeared like an unparalleled divine king, akin to an emperor of the celestial realm!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to be the only god in heaven and earth!

This scene was deeply etched in the eyes of everyone present.

Not to mention those prodigies from the lower realm, who stood petrified in place, as if even their breathing was about to cease.

Even Ji Qingyi and the immortal little fairy, who were accustomed to grand spectacles as immortal sect saints, felt a vague sense of suffocation.

Because at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's aura was too transcendent.

Wang Chuan's gaze was unusually grave.

His invincible heart was also shrouded in a layer of shadow.

This was quite normal.

If anyone had been sealed for countless years and then emerged, thinking they could easily dominate all contemporary prodigies, only to be struck down shortly after their return, their heart would inevitably be affected, unable to remain calm.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze swept over Wang Chuan, Ji Qingyi, and the little fairy.

Wang Chuan's expression was extremely vigilant, his eyes serious.

Ji Qingyi let out a soft sigh, choosing not to engage with Jiang Luoli, indicating her stance.

As for the little fairy, she also gave up on making a move.

Jun Xiaoyao was even more powerful and monstrous than she had imagined.

"Brother Xiaoyao, I haven't offended you too much, so please don't make a move against me. I'm still young, weak, and can't withstand intense torment," the little fairy said pitifully, blinking her eyes and starting to show weakness.

Jiang Luoli shot a glare at the little fairy.

Why did it feel like something was off about that statement?

Seeing Jiang Luoli glaring at her, the little fairy revealed a mischievous smirk and glared back at Jiang Luoli.

The two little girls exchanged glares, each finding the other displeasing.

Jun Xiaoyao paid no attention to the little fairy and instead looked at Wang Chuan.

The only one present who harbored hostility towards him was probably Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan unconsciously took two steps back, his expression extremely wary, his face as solemn as water.

Although he desperately wanted to obtain the ten origins from Jun Xiaoyao, he also knew that this was fundamentally unrealistic.

Even if he returned to his peak state, suppressing Jun Xiaoyao would definitely not be an easy task.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered; he indeed wanted to resolve Wang Chuan once and for all.

Just then, the distant Heroic Spirit Altar seemed to undergo some changes due to the simultaneous manifestation of the ten origins.

An unusual aura emerged.

"The Heroic Spirit Altar is changing," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He was decisive and directly soared towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.

The Heroic Spirit Altar was the most important matter; compared to that, dealing with Wang Chuan was less significant, as he wouldn't stir up much trouble anyway.

Moreover, let's not forget that Jun Xiaoyao still had the opportunity to sign in at the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao rush towards the Heroic Spirit Altar, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and Jiang Luoli quickly followed.

Ji Qingyi hesitated for a moment but then transformed into a streak of azure light and darted over.

The little fairy rolled her eyes, exchanged a glance with Wang Chuan, and then also rushed towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Wang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but he had fallen into the lower realm precisely for this greatest opportunity.

He could not possibly give up.

After making up his mind, Wang Chuan also dashed forward.

Then, the surrounding prodigies swarmed towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.

It wasn't until they got close to the Heroic Spirit Altar that Jun Xiaoyao realized just how ancient and magnificent it was.

Looking around, it resembled a primordial mountain, towering and majestic, exuding an aura of ancient wilderness.

What was most striking were the countless white bones scattered across the altar.

Even after so many years, those bones remained as hard as iron.

Some of the bones were as smooth as jade, while others radiated a golden glow.

This indicated that these bones belonged to extraordinary individuals with special physiques who were incredibly powerful in life.

Yet, they all perished on the Heroic Spirit Altar.

This was clearly a place of opportunity, but also a burial ground.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, sighing slightly, "Time cuts down prodigies like a knife; on the path of immortality, one laments beauty. If one does not attain the Dao and become an emperor, they will merely become a pile of bones."

How many heroes of ancient and modern times have been reduced to mere tales?

This Heroic Spirit Altar was merely a microcosm.

Compared to this place, the path of emperors was evidently more brutal.

That was the true road paved with corpses; only the truly unparalleled prodigies could reach the end.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's lament, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and the others felt a sense of resonance.

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 heroes' phantoms emerged, and various scenes manifested.

The aura here became extremely unique, with countless demonic sounds ringing in their ears, disturbing their minds.

Jun Xiaoyao remained unaffected, maintaining his focus, and began to ascend the altar.

With each step he took, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying followed suit.

They thought it was not too difficult, seeing Jun Xiaoyao ascend step by step.

However, when they personally stepped onto the altar, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and the others changed color.

The terrifying pressure nearly forced them to their knees.

At the same time, countless phantoms of ancient heroes interfered, with demonic sounds ringing in their ears, making it difficult for them to calm their minds completely.

"Is it really that terrifying?" Jiang Luoli's face turned slightly pale.

She hurriedly activated her primordial spirit body, which made her feel a bit better.

However, the more this was the case, the more it highlighted Jun Xiaoyao's extraordinary nature.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto the altar, moving neither too fast nor too slow, maintaining his own rhythm.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

Seeing Jiang Luoli and Yi Yu's reactions, the little fairy muttered.

She didn't believe it and also stepped onto the altar.

The moment she took a step, her pure and charming little face instantly changed color.

She stumbled, nearly falling flat on her face.

Seeing the little fairy's reaction, Ji Qingyi and Wang Chuan had already prepared themselves.

However, when they stepped onto the altar, they couldn't help but change color as well.

This was just the beginning of stepping onto the Heroic Spirit Altar, and the pressure was already so terrifying.

It was hard to imagine how intense the pressure would be later on.

Ji Qingyi's gaze once again fell on Jun Xiaoyao, who walked steadily with a calm expression.

Sometimes, the gap between people is reflected in such moments.

"Jun Xiaoyao, in this world, is there anything that can truly challenge you and move you?" Ji Qingyi sighed inwardly.

To coexist in the same era as a prodigy like Jun Xiaoyao was both a blessing and a curse.

The blessing was that the prodigies of this era could witness the birth of a living legend.

The curse was that the prodigies of this era would forever live in the shadow of that legend, like stars that pale in comparison to the sun.

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