"The way of heaven has its cycles; does the heavens spare anyone?"

At the ancestral nest of the Zulong, an elder sneered, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.

"Jun Xiaoyao is dead, what a pity, my son cannot be revived either." Wang Yuanba's mood remained grim.

Jun Xiaoyao's death meant that Wang Teng could only pay for his life, but Wang Teng still could not come back to life.

However, aside from that, many other forces, though they dared not show it, were secretly pleased.

Especially those forces that had enmity with the Jun family, who smiled slightly and let out a long sigh of relief.

As for those forces that had no grievances with the Jun family, they too felt a sense of relief in their hearts.

The reason was simple: with Jun Xiaoyao around, the other forces' prodigies could only play supporting roles.

No force wished for their own prodigies to be mere supporting characters; they all hoped their talents could contend for destiny.

In this era, with Jun Xiaoyao present, the other prodigies could forget about competing for any destiny.

"No, it's impossible! I must break through this ancient realm..." Jun Zhantian's emotions were extremely unstable.

As the elder of the Jun family, he was originally a composed person.

But now, with the life and death of his grandson at stake, it was strange for Jun Zhantian to remain calm.

"Zhan Tian, calm down; perhaps there is some misunderstanding..." an elder advised.

"I also hope there is a misunderstanding, but my grandson's life token has shattered..." Jun Zhantian's old eyes turned slightly red.

Generally speaking, when a life token shatters, it signifies a fall.

There is no possibility of error in this.

"The ancestors have not made any moves yet. If Xiaoyao is truly dead, they cannot remain indifferent." another elder comforted.

Only then did Jun Zhantian calm down a bit.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

The importance and indulgence that the eighteen ancestors had for Jun Xiaoyao were no less than that of his own grandfather.

If Jun Xiaoyao were to die, the eighteen ancestors would naturally not remain unresponsive.

But the fact that the life token shattered was indeed true.

Now, even Jun Zhantian felt somewhat conflicted and at a loss.

At the same time, within the ancestral hall of the Jun family in Huangzhou.

Two figures stood in the void, gazing far into the direction of the ancient realm.

One was an old man in a gray robe, while the other appeared to be a ten-year-old child, yet his eyes were filled with an ancient wisdom, looking very weathered.

They were the eighteenth and sixteenth ancestors of the Jun family.

"Xiaoyao is wavering between life and death; he can be considered alive, or he can be considered temporarily 'dead,'" the eighteenth ancestor said in a calm tone.

"This is Xiaoyao's tribulation, and also his fate; it depends on whether he can survive this time," the sixteenth ancestor, with a childlike appearance, spoke in a very aged tone.

"Since Xiaoyao's birth, he has had a smooth journey; it is only fitting that he faces this difficulty. If he can overcome it, he will break free from his cocoon and become a butterfly, shaking the entire Nine Heavens Immortal Domain!" The eighteenth ancestor's old eyes also held a hint of expectation.

"If, I say if, there is a one in ten thousand chance that Xiaoyao cannot survive..." The sixteenth ancestor paused.

"Don't you have an idea in your heart?" The eighteenth ancestor chuckled.

"The Bronze Immortal Palace, it seems to belong to that ruthless person. Nine lifetimes of reincarnation without becoming an immortal is no problem; if it really doesn't work, what's wrong with breaking open the Immortal Palace?" The sixteenth ancestor said casually.

"I didn't expect Xiaoyao to get involved with that person; well, as long as it is beneficial to Xiaoyao, we should not interfere," the eighteenth ancestor pondered.

They did not intervene but continued to observe.

However, beside the Mirror of the Ancient Realm, nearly all forces were aware that the Jun family's divine son's life token had shattered and he had fallen.

Meanwhile, the prodigies within the ancient realm were unaware of the news regarding Jun Xiaoyao and the others' demise.

"Xiaoyao..."

Jiang Shengyi and the others felt conflicted and worried.

Jun Xiaoyao had told them not to take life-threatening risks, yet he himself was indifferent to life and death.

Just as the outside world was undergoing tumultuous changes.

Within the Bronze Immortal Palace, Jun Xiaoyao's consciousness was gradually fading, as if he were about to sink into darkness.

The last flicker of his primordial spirit was also on the verge of extinguishing.

At that moment, the broken ancient talisman suddenly emitted a burst of light, enveloping the last flicker of Jun Xiaoyao's primordial spirit.

Previously, even when Wang Teng's primordial spirit was severed by Jun Xiaoyao, he relied on this broken ancient talisman to recover.

Now, this broken ancient talisman reacted again, actively protecting the last flicker of Jun Xiaoyao's primordial spirit.

Jun Xiaoyao had managed to cling to a thread of life.

Although his physical body was disintegrating, his bones shone like gold and jade, releasing vitality and proving to be incredibly sturdy.

Jun Xiaoyao's Da Luo Immortal Bone had already formed a complete Da Luo Immortal Body; even under the suppression of the primal chaos, it could not be completely shattered.

And Jun Xiaoyao's physical body was being repeatedly shattered and reformed.

The primal chaos was indeed the finest material for forging imperial weapons.

It was also a sacred object that tempered all tangible substances.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao's physical body was akin to an imperial weapon being hammered by the primal chaos.

If Jun Xiaoyao could ultimately recover, his physical strength would undoubtedly reach an extraordinarily monstrous level.

Though Jun Xiaoyao's primordial spirit was protected by the broken ancient talisman, it was still on the verge of losing consciousness, as if about to fall into a deep sleep.

At the last moment, the mechanical voice of the system suddenly rang out.

"Ding, you have arrived at the sign-in location, the Bronze Immortal Palace. Would you like to sign in?"

"Sign in..." Jun Xiaoyao's primordial spirit emitted a faint fluctuation.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, sign-in successful, you have received an eight-star rare reward, the Primal Chaos Cauldron!"

With the system's voice echoing, Jun Xiaoyao's consciousness finally sank completely into darkness.

In the final moment before plunging into darkness, he seemed to see an incredibly heavy and solid bronze cauldron crazily absorbing the primal chaos...

The entire Bronze Immortal Palace fell into complete silence, devoid of any sound.

Time passed slowly.

At a certain moment, a hoarse voice, reminiscent of a duck's quack, suddenly echoed within the hall.

"That guy, did he die in the Primal Chaos Transformation Array?"

"He's still hanging on by a thread, but I'm curious how a little fellow in the Dao God realm can still retain a breath of life; it's quite strange," an old voice replied.

"So what? Isn't he still going to be trapped in the Immortal Palace, possibly for a lifetime?"

"Blind fool, cripple, old blind man, you really are blind." A seductive female voice suddenly rang out.

"Vixen, what are you talking about? I'm already blind; you're discriminating against me!"

"Old blind man, don't speak; listen to what the vixen has to say," another old voice said.

"Cripple, don't you think that boy looks a bit familiar?" the seductive voice asked.

"Familiar? What are you talking about? I don't understand, old man," the old blind man replied.

"Wait, now that you mention it, he does look a bit familiar," the cripple said, surprised, then added, "I remember now; he looks exactly like the person in the master's portrait!"

"Could this person be the master's fated one?" the old blind man exclaimed in astonishment.

"Damn, did we mistakenly kill the fated one?" the duck-voiced one was also shocked.

"Are you all stupid? Hurry up and think of a way to save that young man!" the seductive voice urged.

"Fortunately, this person's primordial spirit and physical body are both extremely extraordinary; even in the Primal Chaos Transformation Array, he can still maintain a breath of life. If it were anyone else, they would have probably perished by now," the old blind man sighed in relief.

"By the way, old blind man, didn't you imprison that so-called spirit of the ancient realm? Hurry up and use it for this young man," the seductive voice said.

"That was meant for me to use," the old blind man replied somewhat reluctantly.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand it over quickly!" the seductive voice urged.

"Alright, alright, I'll hand it over, okay?" the old blind man said helplessly.

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