Hearing the words of the little fairy, a group of people broke out in cold sweat.

This fairy's saintess really dares to say anything.

However, the little fairy's personality is just like that; although she appears pure and lovely, she carries a hint of seduction.

When she drives, she has no reservations, which can be said to be completely different from Jiang Luoli.

Although Jiang Luoli does not understand what "doing well" and "posture" really mean, she can tell from the little fairy's charming and innocent face that it must not be anything serious.

She spat lightly and said, "You witch, what are you saying to harass Brother Xiaoyao!"

"Jiang Luoli, are you pretending not to understand on purpose?" The little fairy laughed recklessly.

"You... Hmph, don't think you can do anything to Brother Xiaoyao!" Jiang Luoli was fuming, her cheeks flushed.

Some of the little fairy's special "knowledge" was a blank to her, and she completely did not understand.

"Really? You and Brother Xiaoyao are so close; you can't possibly not have done anything with him, right?" The little fairy feigned surprise, speaking in a teasing tone.

"You..." Even if Jiang Luoli didn't understand this, she could still grasp the meaning behind those words.

Her face immediately turned as red as an apple, but she couldn't say a word.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, remained calm; this little witch was even more skilled at driving than he was.

However, looking at the little fairy's figure, it was about the same as Jiang Luoli's.

"Sorry, I'm not interested," Jun Xiaoyao continued to lead Jiang Luoli and the others upward.

"Brother Xiaoyao, I know you are the Ancient Sacred Body, full of energy. One Jiang Luoli can't satisfy you; I can serve you well too," the little fairy said provocatively, trying to entice Jun Xiaoyao.

Even Jun Xiaoyao was left speechless.

He admitted that he was the Ancient Sacred Body, and his abilities were exceptionally strong.

But was he that kind of person?

Was he? Was he?

Jun Xiaoyao ignored her.

Watching their figures gradually ascend, the little fairy stomped her feet in anger.

"Rather than relying on underhanded methods, it's better to rely on oneself," Ji Qingyi said lightly, continuing to climb silently.

"Yes, Miss White Lotus, you are the purest," the little fairy mocked.

Ji Qingyi shook her head and did not respond.

She understood her opponent's character well, so she chose not to engage in a war of words.

Wang Chuan found it hard to remain calm; Jun Xiaoyao's performance had refreshed his understanding of prodigies.

One could say that if Jun Xiaoyao lived in his era, he would undoubtedly be the most dazzling genius, without a doubt.

However, Wang Chuan was ultimately an ancient freak of the Reincarnation Demon Sect, and his temperament was far from comparable to someone like Li Daoxuan.

Soon, he adjusted his state and began to climb silently.

For a time, there were no disturbances at the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Now, there were very few people who could persist on the altar.

Those geniuses were either madly dead or stuck in place, unable to take a step forward.

Jun Xiaoyao still led the way.

Not only that, but he also carried Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying with him.

In other words, Jun Xiaoyao was bearing the pressure of four people alone.

Following him were Ji Qingyi, Wang Chuan, the little fairy, and others.

Lastly, there were a few scattered geniuses still holding on.

As they climbed higher, the pressure grew stronger.

Of course, the mysterious Dao rhythm also became more pronounced.

Finally, when they reached about eight hundred steps, Yan Qingying spoke first.

"Young Master, Qingying can stop here."

Yan Qingying's already fair face now bore a hint of paleness.

Clearly, she had reached her limit.

Although Yan Qingying was the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique and had absorbed the essence of the celestial domain's geniuses, she was still a lower realm genius, with a short growth period and insufficient foundation.

In fact, relying solely on her own strength, reaching six hundred steps would have been impressive.

Now, reaching eight hundred steps was still thanks to Jun Xiaoyao's protection.

"Alright, you can take your time to comprehend and cultivate here," Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, not forcing her.

Too much of a good thing is not good; if he forced Yan Qingying to continue climbing, it would be detrimental to her cultivation.

Yan Qingying nodded, took out the Dark Immortal Seed, and began to refine and comprehend it.

She was confident that she could break through at the Heroic Spirit Altar.

Then, when they reached about nine hundred fifty steps, Jiang Luoli and Yi Yu also stopped.

They could no longer advance.

Jun Xiaoyao also did not force them and began to climb alone.

Once they surpassed nine hundred fifty steps, each step taken doubled the pressure.

Moreover, the ancient heroic spirits manifesting in the void began to attack.

A firebird-like heroic spirit opened its mouth, spewing forth crimson flames.

Another centipede-like creature charged from the void.

An ancient hero wielding a spear of destiny hurled it at Jun Xiaoyao.

These heroic spirits were all beings that had fallen at the Heroic Spirit Altar.

They were jealous of Jun Xiaoyao and sought to stop him from climbing further.

In response, Jun Xiaoyao simply struck them away with a palm, golden palm prints sweeping everything aside.

All the heroic spirits shattered before him.

Ji Qingyi and the little fairy ultimately stopped around nine hundred fifty steps.

Instead, Wang Chuan continued to climb.

Behind him, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Wheel was spinning, and the power of his Reincarnation Sacred Body was pushed to the limit.

He was unwilling to accept this; as an ancient freak, he did not want to be defeated by the contemporary geniuses.

However, the pressure grew increasingly terrifying as they approached the last few dozen steps.

At this point, even the ancient freak Wang Chuan could only move upward step by step.

Eventually, Wang Chuan stopped at around nine hundred seventy steps, unable to take another step.

To be honest, this performance was already quite impressive.

Throughout history, among the geniuses who entered the Ten Realms Rift, those who could reach over eight hundred steps were less than one percent.

Those who could reach nine hundred steps were even less than one in a thousand.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, who continued to move forward, Wang Chuan finally lowered his head.

He had lost to Jun Xiaoyao again.

In terms of strength, will, or talent, he was inferior to Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if he returned to his peak state, it was unlikely to change this fact.

"Could it be that he wants to reach the top of the Heroic Spirit Altar?" Wang Chuan's pupils trembled.

The top of the Heroic Spirit Altar was almost an untouchable forbidden zone.

And he knew one thing.

If one wanted to carve out their own path, they must reach the top of the altar.

Because only at the top of the Heroic Spirit Altar could Jun Xiaoyao gain the full support of the lower realm's ten lands' fortune.

Along with the assistance of the Ten Realms' origin.

Jun Xiaoyao might have a chance to carve out a path that had never been walked by anyone before.

"Jun Xiaoyao actually has such ambition." Wang Chuan took a deep breath.

He found it hard to imagine that Jun Xiaoyao, already a prodigy with extraordinary talent and strength, could carve out his own path.

If he did, how brilliant would his future be?

Even achieving the Dao and becoming an emperor would not be the end for Jun Xiaoyao!

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