Chapter 260

At this time, the five world sources within Jun Xiaoyao's body also involuntarily appeared.

For a time, the world sources of the lower realms' 10 worlds all revolved around Jun Xiaoyao.

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao was like a transcendent divine king, an immortal king of the immortal world!

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao was like the only god in the heavens and earth!

The scene before them was deeply engraved in the eyes of everyone present.

Let alone the lower realm elites, all of them froze where they were, as if they had been petrified. Even their breathing seemed to stop.

Even Ji Qingyi, Xiao Moxian, and the other Saintesses of the immortal sects who were used to such grand scenes felt a faint sense of suffocation.

This was because Jun Xiaoyao's aura was far too transcendent at this time.

Forget Creek's eyes were dignified like never before.

His invincible dao heart was also covered with a shadow.

This was normal.

If it were anyone else, they would have been sealed away for countless years. After being reborn, they would have thought that they would be able to sweep away all the geniuses of their generation.

But not long after coming out, they would suffer a heavy blow. If it were anyone else, their dao heart would be affected and they wouldn't be able to remain calm.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes swept over Forget Creek, Ji Qingyi, and Xiao Moxian.

Forget Creek was on high alert, his eyes dignified.

Ji Qingyi gently sighed. She didn't continue fighting with Jiang Luoli to express her attitude.

As for Xiao Moxian, she also gave up on fighting.

Jun Xiaoyao was far stronger than she had imagined, far more monstrous than she had imagined.

"Little Big Brother Xiaoyao, I haven't offended you too much, so please don't attack me. I'm still young and my body is weak. I can't withstand such intense devastation." Xiao Moxian pitifully blinked her eyes, beginning to show weakness.

Jiang Luoli glared at Xiao Moxian.

Why did she feel that there was something wrong with these words?

Seeing Jiang Luoli glare at her, Xiao Moxian revealed a mischievous grin and glared back at Jiang Luoli.

The two lolis glared at each other, not liking each other at all.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about Xiao Moxian. Instead, he looked towards Forget Creek.

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

Wang Chuan's figure unconsciously retreated a couple steps, his expression extremely guarded, his expression as calm as water.

Although he really wanted to obtain the Origin of the Ten Realms from Jun Xiaoyao, he knew that it was simply unrealistic.

Even if he recovered to his peak state, it would not be an easy task to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed. Indeed, he wanted to end this once and for all and get rid of the River of Forgetfulness.

Right at this moment, the Martyr's Altar in the distance seemed to have undergone some sort of change due to the simultaneous appearance of the quintessence of the 10 worlds.

An unusual aura emerged.

"The Martyr's Altar is changing," Jun Xiaoyao muttered.

He was very decisive and directly flew towards the Heroic Spirit Altar.

The Heroic Spirit Altar was the most important matter. In comparison, dealing with the River of Forgetfulness was not that important. In any case, he could not do anything.

Moreover, one couldn't forget that Jun Xiaoyao still had a chance to Sign In at the Martyr's Altar.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao fly towards the Martyr's Altar, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and Jiang Luoli also followed close behind.

Ji Qingyi hesitated for a moment and then also turned into a blue beam of light that flew over.

Xiao Moxian's eyes turned. She winked at Forget Creek and then also flew towards the Martyr's Altar.

Forget Creek was a bit hesitant. But, wasn't the greatest lucky chance that he had slumbered in the lower realms?

It was impossible for him to give up.

After making up his mind, Forget Creek also flew over.

Then, the surrounding proud children of heaven swarmed towards the Martyr's Altar.

It was only when they approached the Martyr's Altar that Jun Xiaoyao discovered something.

Just how ancient and grand was this altar?

Looking around, it was like an ancient mountain, towering and majestic, exuding an ancient and desolate aura.

And what was most shocking was that on top of the altar, there were endless white skeletons.

Even after so many years, these skeletons were still as hard as iron.

Some of the skeletons were as warm as jade, and some of them were as radiant as gold.

From this, it could be seen that these skeletons were all extremely powerful individuals with special constitutions when they were alive.

But, they had all perished on the Martyr's Altar.

From this, it could be seen that this was a land of lucky chances as well as a burial ground.

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He sighed and said, "Time is like a blade that cuts down proud children of heaven. On the road to immortality, if one doesn't affirm their dao and become an Emperor, they will become nothing more than a skeleton."

Countless heroes from ancient times to modern times had all been laughed at.

This Martyr's Altar was only a miniature version of that.

Compared to this place, the Emperor's Road was far crueler.

That was a true road paved with corpses. Only a true peerless proud child of heaven could reach the end.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's sigh, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and the others were also touched.

Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate and directly stepped onto the Martyr's Altar.

The moment he stepped onto the first step, the entire altar surged with wind and clouds. It was as if countless silhouettes of ancient heroes had appeared, and all kinds of scenes were revealed.

The aura here became extremely special. Countless demonic sounds pierced one's ears and disturbed one's mind.

Jun Xiaoyao was not affected. He concealed his spirit and qi and began to step onto the altar.

Following his footsteps, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and Yan Qingying also stepped onto the altar.

When they saw Jun Xiaoyao step onto the altar step by step, they thought it would not be a difficult task.

However, when they really stepped onto the altar, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and the others' expressions changed.

That terrifying pressure almost made them kneel on the ground.

At the same time, there were countless silhouettes of ancient heroes disturbing them. Demonic sounds pierced their ears and disturbed their minds, making it difficult for them to completely calm down.

"Is it that terrifying?" Jiang Luoli's face paled.

She hurriedly stimulated her Primordial Spirit dao body and felt a little better.

However, the more this was so, the more it contrasted with Jun Xiaoyao's peerless and transcendent aura.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto the altar step by step. Although he wasn't fast, he wasn't slow either. He maintained his own rhythm.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Xiao Moxian muttered as she saw the performance of Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, and the others.

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

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

She staggered and nearly fell flat on her face.

Seeing Xiao Moxian's performance, Ji Qingyi and Forget Chuan had prepared themselves in advance.

But as they stepped onto the altar, they couldn't help but pale.

Just as they stepped onto the Martyr's Altar, there was already such a terrifying pressure.

It was hard to imagine how strong that pressure would become in the future.

Ji Qingyi turned her gaze back to Jun Xiaoyao, who was walking with steady steps and a calm expression on his face.

Sometimes, the disparity between people was reflected in this.

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

To be born in the same era as a peerless proud son of heaven like Jun Xiaoyao, this was both a blessing and a sorrow.

What was fortunate was that the proud sons of heaven of this era were able to personally witness the birth of a living legend.

What was sorrowful was that the proud sons of heaven of this era could only forever live in the shadow of this legend, like an unremarkable star beside the sun.