Inside the seven-story golden pagoda.
There was a Celestial Source on each floor.
Each Immortal Origin contained a prodigy at the level of a Saint of the Ancient Immortal Court.
Jun Xiaoyao sensed with his Divine Soul.
The tempering aura from the entire Sacred Mountain gathered toward the golden pagoda.
It then flowed into the bodies of the seven sealed Saints.
In other words, these seven Saints were sealed by the Ancient Xian Ting.
During their long hibernation, they were being tempered by the aura of the Sacred Mountain.
They used the aura of the Sacred Mountain as nourishment to temper their bodies.
After such a long time, it was hard to imagine how powerful these seven Saints from the Ancient Xian Ting had become.
"But why are they hibernating in the Forgotten Nation?"
This was one of the points that Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled about.
The Forgotten Nation was sealed, and the time of its reappearance was uncertain.
If the Ancient Xian Ting wanted to seal seed-level prodigies, they should not have sealed them in the Forgotten Nation.
In comparison, these seven Saints from the Ancient Xian Ting seemed to have been sealed here with someone.
Just like the Eighteen Horsemen of Yan Yun, who were hibernating with Di Haotian.
"Could it be that there are other important figures from the Ancient Xian Ting sealed here, and these seven Saints are just followers?"
Jun Xiaoyao suddenly thought of something.
"But no matter what, I have to destroy this golden pagoda first." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a cold light.
He already knew some of the causes and effects.
The most important thing now was to destroy the golden pagoda that sealed the Sacred Mountain.
Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to make a move.
In other directions, other sky-prides had also ascended to the top.
They immediately saw Jun Xiaoyao and the others.
"It's you!"
The first to ascend was Xing Yunshen's bloodline.
When Xing Yunshen, Long Xuanyi, and the others saw Jun Xiaoyao, there was a hint of coldness in their eyes.
When they were fighting for the Flying Fairy Waterfall in the Forgotten Nation, they were also tricked by Jun Xiaoyao.
He didn't get the opportunity to enter the Flying Immortal Waterfall.
After that, Yu Hui, Yu Mo, Bai Luoxue, and the others from the Eighteen Steeds of Yan Yun came up as well.
They glanced at Jun Xiaoyao with a strange look in their eyes.
The Eighteen Steeds of Yan Yun could sense each other's presence.
They could vaguely sense a wisp of Purple Flame Lord's aura.
In other words, Purple Flame Lord of Heaven and the others had died at the hands of the black-robed man.
On the other hand, Bai Luoxue looked at the black robed person. For some reason, she felt even more uneasy in her heart.
Following it, Yan Xiao of the Zhurong Immortal Lineage, Medicine Gentleman of the Shennong Immortal Lineage, and the rest of the geniuses, including Qin Yuanqing and the others, arrived too.
For a moment, the atmosphere froze.
"Hey, could that be the seed of the Ancient Xian Ting?"
Yan Xiao, Medicine Gentleman, and the others looked at the seven figures sealed within the golden pagoda with surprised expressions.
"If we can win them over …"
The successors of the immortal orthodoxies began to think.
"We'll talk about this later. But right now, there are some personal grudges that need to be settled."
Xing Yunshen said coldly and looked at Jun Xiaoyao.
"What a coincidence. We also have personal grudges that need to be settled."
Yu Hui and Yu Mo also stepped forward.
Seeing this, Yan Xiao and Medicine Gentleman looked at each other and took a step back.
They didn't want to get involved in a three-way battle.
They had seen this black-robed person before. He was from Ling Yan's lineage.
Yu Hui, Yu Mo, and the others were from Di Haotian's side.
Xing Yunshen and the others didn't need to be mentioned.
The three bloodlines were the most powerful forces in the world, and they were like three pillars of a tripartite balance.
The other geniuses could only watch from the sidelines.
Qin Yuanqing was also watching from the side.
He also wanted to see if his thoughts were correct.
"You guys step back."
Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and asked Lu Fugui, Mo Yanyu, and the geniuses of the Chiyou Immortal Lineage to step back.
Lu Fugui was a bit hesitant because the opponents before them weren't easy to deal with.
Even Di Haotian couldn't ignore Yu Hui and Yu Mo working together.
Xing Yunshen had the Battle Sacred Body and was even more powerful.
There was also the Soaring Dragon Ancient Emperor's son, Long Xuanyi.
None of them were easy to deal with.
Unless the black-robed person's identity was as he thought.
As for Mo Yanyu, she stepped back without hesitation.
She was the only one present who knew Jun Xiaoyao's identity.
In her eyes, although these opponents were strong, they weren't Jun Xiaoyao's match.
"Looks like this battle is unavoidable." Jun Xiaoyao's tone was still indifferent.
Yan Xiao and the others looked at Jun Xiaoyao curiously.
Facing Xing Yunshen, Long Xuanyi, Yu Hui, Yu Mo, and the other geniuses, he was still so calm.
His identity had piqued everyone's curiosity.
"Do you think you can challenge us just because you have Ling Yan's support?" Xing Yunshen's aura fluctuated.
The few of them subtly sealed off all escape routes around Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
"I think you guys have misunderstood from the beginning."
"What?"
Their faces were cold.
"You guys are not worthy of being challenged by me. Would a True Dragon in the Ninth Heaven provoke a loach in the mud?"
Jun Xiaoyao's words caused the expressions of everyone present to change, making them look even colder.
Boom!
Xing Yunshen attacked directly.
He had always been a swift and decisive person.
With one punch, the world shook.
The Battle Sacred Body was said to be the best in terms of combat ability.
Of course, there might be some exaggeration, but the strength of this Sacred Body was undeniable.
Jun Xiaoyao also threw out a punch. The two fists met.
Bang!
There was a thunderous boom, and Xing Yun God felt a monstrous power coming from his arm.
Like an egg hitting a rock, his chest shook and the blood in his body surged. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it down.
"You …"
Xing Yunshen was shocked.
Jun Xiaoyao then said, "Brute force can take down ten. Combat techniques are worthless when faced with absolute power."
Not to mention that his strength completely overpowered Xing Yunshen.
In terms of fighting skills, Jun Xiaoyao, who had practiced the War God Catalog and fought with Ancient Chaos Emperor, was no weaker than Xing Yunshen.
"Who the hell are you?"
Long Xuanyi also took a step forward.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't answer. He just said, "You guys can come at me together. Otherwise, I won't even be interested in fighting."
"He's a bit arrogant," Yu Mo said.
"But it reminds me of someone who used to be so arrogant, but now, he's healing in his ancestral land," Yu Hui said calmly.
The elites looked at each other. They all knew who Yu Hui was talking about.
Mo Yanyu couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.
She really wanted to see the funny faces of these people when they found out the truth.
Jun Xiaoyao was very nonchalant about all of that as he stepped out.
Suddenly, the entire Sacred Mountain seemed to tremble.
An extremely terrifying energy appeared. The power of blood rushed to the sky as if it had turned into a dragon.
At the same time, tens of thousands of runes appeared as if the Great Dao in the world was resonating with it.
When this aura burst out, it was no weaker than the pressure of the Sacred Mountain.
The expressions of all the sky-prides changed drastically at this moment as they exclaimed in shock.
"Innate Sacred Body!"
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