In the outer celestial realm, it is nearly impossible for the younger generation to reach the Divine God realm at this age.

However, the environment of the Ancient Immortal World is far better than that of the outside world.

Prince Ao Guang stepped forward and swiftly approached the crowd.

"Cousin!"

"Your Highness!"

Ao Luan and Ao Zhan cupped their hands in greeting.

"I understand your intentions; it is because of those ants from the outside world, isn't it?" Ao Guang said in a calm tone.

"That's right. That Jun Xiaoyao, and that woman called Princess Long Ji, both must die," Ao Luan replied, her voice laced with resentment.

"Rest assured, as the foremost clan of the Dragon Race, how could we allow others to provoke us like this?" Ao Guang said coldly.

Feeling Ao Guang's overwhelming pressure and killing intent, Bai Mei'er, who had followed them, couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

Although she had a fervent admiration and confidence in Jun Xiaoyao, the oppressive aura emanating from Ao Guang was indeed terrifying.

He was simply not someone the talents of the outside world could contend with.

"By the way, cousin, this is Young Master Long; he saved me before," Ao Luan introduced Long Aotian to Ao Guang.

She also recounted some previous events to Ao Guang.

After listening, Ao Guang nodded lightly, and his gaze towards Long Aotian carried a hint of goodwill.

"Thank you for saving my cousin."

"No need for thanks; I hit it off with Miss Ao Luan at first sight and helped her without any regrets," Long Aotian said heroically.

Seeing this, Ao Luan's heart fluttered even more, and she earnestly pleaded, "Cousin, you must help Young Master Long."

Long Aotian's eyes also revealed a glimmer of hope.

He believed that his luck wouldn't be that bad.

He would definitely have a chance to turn things around!

Ao Guang pondered for a moment and said, "If we are talking about opportunities, there are indeed some in the ancestral land of the Dragon Race, but before that, can you promise to help our Dragon Race with something?"

"What is it? Just say it," Long Aotian's eyes flickered.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"Deep within the Ancient Immortal World, there is an ancient spiritual soil, where many opportunities lie, and it is also the resting place of ancient monsters."

"And deep within the ancient spiritual soil, there is a forbidden land of heaven; that place has special rules, and we beings of the Ancient Immortal World cannot enter."

"If you can enter the forbidden land and help us retrieve the Ancient Immortal Order, I can let you go to the ancestral land to seek opportunities right now," Ao Guang said.

"Ancient spiritual soil, forbidden land?" Long Aotian raised an eyebrow.

As for what the Ancient Immortal Order was, Long Aotian was not clear.

Seeing this, Ao Guang spoke frankly, "The Ancient Immortal Order allows us young beings of the Ancient Immortal World to leave the Ancient Immortal World."

At this point, even Ao Guang's usually calm demeanor showed a hint of fluctuation.

These young kings of the Ancient Immortal World, no matter how monstrous their talents and powers, could only be trapped within the Ancient Immortal World.

They also yearned for freedom, wanting to venture out, to pursue the path of emperors, to fight for their destiny.

The Ancient Immortal World allowed their realms to generally surpass those of the outside world's talents.

But what they lost was their freedom.

"Alright, I understand," Long Aotian agreed immediately.

No matter whether he could obtain it in the end, agreeing now was not a mistake.

"Mm, I hope you won't disappoint me," Ao Guang said, looking deeply at Long Aotian.

Long Aotian's heart tightened.

If he slacked off, Ao Guang would surely not let him off easily.

"Hmph, once I obtain the opportunity, no one can stand above me, whether it's Jun Xiaoyao or this Ao Guang," Long Aotian thought to himself.

He was the destined protagonist, born with rebellious bones.

Only he could stand atop others; he wouldn't allow anyone to stand on his head.

After Long Aotian agreed, Ao Guang led their group deep into the ancestral land of the Dragon Race.

From a distance, an island floated in the void.

On the island, there was a cave.

"That is the opportunity of my Dragon Race's ancestral land, the Ancient Dragon Cave. I have entered before, but it is difficult to reach the deepest part."

"However, I must remind you that entering it carries the risk of falling; as for the deepest part, it is almost a certainty of death," Ao Guang warned.

Upon hearing this, Ao Luan felt a bit anxious.

"Young Master Long, please don't push yourself too hard."

"It's fine," Long Aotian's eyes sparkled with determination.

One cannot catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den.

If he were to be afraid, then he wouldn't be Long Aotian.

"Jun Xiaoyao, just wait for me; I, Long Aotian, will not be defeated so easily!"

Long Aotian thought coldly as he soared into the air, unhesitatingly entering the Ancient Dragon Cave.

"Cousin, will he be alright?" Ao Luan asked worriedly.

"That depends on his fortune; I hope he doesn't overreach and enters the deepest part," Ao Guang shook his head.

Even he, with his Divine God realm cultivation, would face certain death in the deepest part.

Long Aotian was merely at the late stage of the True God realm; if he ventured deeper, he would undoubtedly die.

Compared to Ao Luan's concerns, Bai Mei'er wished for Long Aotian to perish in the Ancient Dragon Cave.

That way, Jun Xiaoyao would have less trouble.

Long Aotian began to seek his own opportunities, wanting to make a comeback and take revenge on Jun Xiaoyao.

...

In another area of the Ancient Immortal World.

There was a spiritual mountain filled with rich Dao rhythm and abundant spiritual energy.

On the mountain, a stunning woman sat cross-legged, as if she were about to ride the wind away.

She was flawless and pure, with an ethereal grace, her white jade-like body tall and slender.

Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, cascading down to her delicate waist.

Her celestial face sparkled, enveloped in radiance, her brows like distant mountains, her eyes filled with poetic brilliance, exceptionally beautiful, exuding an otherworldly charm.

The whole person radiated an innate Dao rhythm, like a snow lotus, standing apart from the world, untouched by dust.

This woman was none other than Jiang Shengyi.

At a certain moment, Jiang Shengyi opened her clear and beautiful eyes, slightly sighing, "The Dao rhythm here truly benefits one immensely."

Just then, Jiang Shengyi seemed to sense something, her beautiful eyes turning cold as she gazed into the distance.

"Come out."

"Hehe, I wouldn't want to disturb the fairy's quiet cultivation."

In the distant sky, a figure descended.

It was a young man, tall and handsome, with a dragon-like demeanor and a phoenix-like appearance.

His skin was like jade, radiating divine light, and he exuded an aura of being protected by the Dao.

Surrounding him were four auspicious spirits: a true dragon soaring, a phoenix singing, a qilin treading the sea, and a black tortoise carrying a mountain.

The energies of the surrounding heavens and earth were stirred by him.

His figure was enveloped in endless brilliance, as if the Heavenly Emperor had descended.

It was none other than the young emperor of the Wang family, Wang Teng!

"Wang Teng, what do you want?"

Seeing the visitor, Jiang Shengyi's expression turned icy, her internal power subtly flowing.

"Jiang Shengyi, why be so distant? I bear you no ill will," Wang Teng said, standing with his hands behind his back, hovering in the air, a gentle smile on his lips.

One must admit, Wang Teng indeed had a certain demeanor, an extraordinary aura that could captivate those around him.

But Jiang Shengyi was not swayed by this; her beautiful eyes showed no signs of fluctuation.

"I have no relationship with you, nor do I have anything to say to you," Jiang Shengyi replied coldly.

If it weren't for the Wang family proposing marriage, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't have to take risks entering the Ancient Burial Grounds.

Jiang Shengyi held no goodwill towards Wang Teng and the Wang family; instead, she felt a strong aversion and hostility.

"Alas, how disappointing. But I believe you might need this," Wang Teng said, taking out a jade slip that radiated an extraordinary Dao rhythm.

"That is..." Jiang Shengyi's gaze darkened.

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