Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

A generation of myths thus fell, leaving behind his Divine Embryo Second Incarnation, staring at Jun Wuxie with resentful and unwilling eyes from the edge of that area, his tender face occasionally flashing with an aged appearance.

In just a moment, the Divine Embryo Second Incarnation transformed from a child into a decrepit old man.

"Despicable, utterly despicable!"

He roared at Jun Wuxie, this person had shattered all his hopes, turning his ancient plans into a dreamlike bubble.

Just a few years!

Just a few more years, and he would have had the hope of fusing those ancient bloodlines, shedding his deathly aura, and stepping into the realm of Ten Directions Myth!

At that time, without the deathly aura, he could fuse the Dao Fruit of the pinnacle of the Absolute Heaven Realm, ascend to the summit, and return to the Upper Realm in the future, finding the resources and treasures buried in the past, surpassing his previous realm in a very short time!

Unfortunately, all of this was shattered, vanished like smoke!

"You scoundrel who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, betraying his race, death is not enough to atone for your sins!"

Jun Wuxie walked towards the senile Divine Embryo Second Incarnation, his aura exuding an extremely strong sense of oppression, causing his body to tremble, unable to resist, charging up like a madman.

Boom!

Jun Wuxie's footsteps slightly shook, possessing the pinnacle of the Extreme Heaven Realm and the superposition of Double Forbidden Techniques, with one foot, he shattered the senile Divine Embryo Second Incarnation across the void, causing his entire body to crack, and he fell out heavily.

"I am not reconciled, I will not let you go even as a ghost, I curse you to die a terrible death!"

The Divine Embryo Second Incarnation roared ferociously, the cracks on his body rapidly expanding, and then, like ashes, he vanished into thin air in the wind.

"What Divine Embryo, if it were truly a Divine Embryo, how could it be trapped by deathly aura? In the end, it just didn't live out a second life, deceiving itself with a tender face."

Jun Wuxie surveyed this area, his gaze landing on the simple thatched hut.

This thatched hut was extremely dilapidated, its age unknown.

He pushed open the door and saw an old wooden table, right in the center of the hall.

There stood a spirit tablet, but there was no name on it, only the four characters 'Spirit of the Honored Teacher' were engraved, and behind the spirit tablet was a snow-white bone, the bone covered with cracks, a finger-sized hole piercing through the brow and the back of the head.

In front of the spirit tablet burned a stick of incense, and there were two points of lamp light, and under the table was a futon.

"Assassinating the master, placing his head here, yet insisting on erecting a spirit tablet, and even engraving the words 'Honored Teacher', this is probably the most ironic scene I have ever seen in my life..."

Jun Wuxie walked around the thatched hut, and in the inner chamber, he saw a sealed, dust-covered manuscript.

Brushing away the dust, he opened the manuscript and carefully looked through the information recorded on it.

This was left by the old myth that he had killed, recording why he had assassinated his master back then, and why he had done so.

"I didn't expect it to be like this..."

He was somewhat surprised to see that the master of the evolved secret land, that is, the old myth's master, was actually a cultivator who ascended from the Lower Realm to the Upper Realm universe, who accidentally encountered a fortuitous event, cultivated the Dao of Talismans, and displayed amazing talent in the Dao of Talismans.

However, he was born at the wrong time, that era happened to be the end of the world, facing the invasion of darkness, his master suffered heavy injuries, and felt that his years were numbered.

Perhaps with the mentality of returning to his roots, or perhaps wanting to return to the Lower Realm to take a look before his death, he forcibly opened the realm path and returned to this universe.

At that time, the Lower Realm universe was also experiencing the torrent of the end of the world, and countless strong people died.

That strong person thought of doing something for the mother realm with his own abilities, so he integrated and deduced what he had learned in his life, plus some incomplete formations he had accidentally obtained, and evolved such a secret land.

The old myth, as a disciple, ambushed him at the last moment, causing the strong person, who was already seriously injured and whose origin was broken, and who had consumed too much energy in evolving the secret land, to be caught off guard and succeeded.

However, that strong person counterattacked before his death, crippling the old myth's Dao of Talismans, making it impossible for him to restore his profound attainments in the Dao of Talismans in the years to come.

The old myth, using the talisman energy remaining in his master's body when he had just died, and his own talisman methods that had not completely disappeared, added the rune that copied bloodline information to the formation.

Later, he deliberately spread the news of the secret land, and left behind the method to open the secret land passage, which was probably obtained by the ancestors of the Myriad Worlds Ancient Academy and the Tong Sheng Ancient Mansion.

...

Jun Wuxie continued to read on, his pupils gradually constricting as he read.

The Hunter Soul Hall was actually mentioned in this manuscript?

According to the old myth's record, he only secretly came into contact with the dark creatures after following his master to the Lower Realm universe, and that dark creature once told him that if he collected enough bloodline information, he would personally come to retrieve it.

After he had spent a long time here, collecting a massive amount of ancient blood information, he had not waited for that dark creature for a long time, but instead secretly received a will transmission, asking him to send this information directly to the Dark Universe world.

As for how to send it to the Dark Universe world, that dark creature had the people from the Hunter Soul Hall bring him a special dark stone box at the entrance of the secret land, and that box could be used to open the passage to the Dark Universe world.

That dark creature had promised that as long as he sent the ancient blood information to the Dark Universe world, he would be given a special cultivation method that could fuse ten thousand kinds of ancient blood, helping him transform his bloodline physique, ascend to the realm of Ten Directions Myth, and in the future, when he returned to the Upper Realm, he would be allowed to be a high-level member of certain dark strongholds lurking in the Upper Realm.

What was recorded later was that time was slowly passing, and the old myth was increasingly unable to support himself. He was often sealed in slumber, waking up every once in a while, and enduring in time in this way.

It could be seen from the words he recorded that he had always been full of longing and desire for the future, and had an extremely strong hatred for the world.

The manuscript mentioned many times that when he returned to the Upper Realm in the future, he would make the creatures of all races prostrate at his feet, wanting to see their desperate, painful, yet helpless faces, their eyes filled with fear.

Copious and free, the manuscript recorded a lot.

After Jun Wuxie finished reading, flames appeared in his palm, burning it to ashes.

His heart was very difficult to calm down.

According to the content recorded in the manuscript, the ancestor of this old myth also came from the Lower Realm universe. He was a descendant of the Lower Realm universe. It was precisely because of this identity that he was not welcome in the Upper Realm universe, and encountered a lot of targeting and injustice.

His talent was very high, but he did not have a strong backer. He was born in a small family in the City of Misfortune in the Misfortune Province of the Upper Realm.

Misfortune Province is a relatively resource-poor place in the vast world of the Upper Realm.

A long time ago, Misfortune Province was called the Barren Land. Later, some cultivators who ascended from the Lower Realm to the Upper Realm, unwilling to be controlled by others and make wedding clothes for others, united and went to the Barren Land to reclaim and build cities.

Since then, the Barren Land has been called Misfortune Province by certain forces in the Upper Realm, intending to inform the world that the cultivators from the Lower Realm carried an aura of misfortune, and were considered heterodox because they were not subject to their rules, and should be discriminated against and excluded.

"I really didn't expect that there are actually many forces in the Upper Realm that regard cultivators from the Lower Realm as misfortune! Back then, Ling Qingyu didn't mention these things to me..."

Jun Wuxie couldn't help but sneer, what misfortune, it's just that some cultivators from the Lower Realm want to control their own destiny, and are unwilling to entrust their life and death to the control of those forces, so those forces use this to suppress them.

"In this case, there must be something on us Lower Realm cultivators that certain forces in the Upper Realm covet, otherwise, why would they do this? Those sages who were able to build cities in the Barren Land back then were remarkable. Going from the Lower Realm to the Upper Realm, and being able to gain a foothold in that world, although suppressed and discriminated against, the fact that the City of Misfortune has not been destroyed is very impressive..."

He knew that this process must be very difficult. Those sages should have hidden their identities for many years, slowly cultivating, until they had the capital that made those major forces feel that destroying them would be too costly, and were unwilling to do so, before they dared to build cities.

That old myth had a very bumpy growth. It was not until later that he met his master, who treated him very well, but his mind had already been devoured by hatred in those previous years. He even wanted to destroy the entire Upper Realm, which was why he did not hesitate to choose to submit when he encountered the "olive branch" thrown by the dark creatures, assassinating his master who treated him like his own son.

"The wronged have their avengers, it is not advisable to vent anger on an entire realm. This is truly an extremely twisted and contradictory person..."

Jun Wuxie shook his head, came to the house outside, bowed three times to the spirit tablet and the head, and then took out a semi-holy grade metal material, refined a coffin, buried him, and buried him in the ground.

"Senior, you can now rest in peace. It's just a pity that your talisman inheritance could not be left behind, it is still somewhat regrettable..."

Jun Wuxie erected a tombstone, couldn't help but sigh, took a deep look, turned around and walked towards the cemetery area that had been destroyed a lot in the battle.

The talisman attainments of this nameless senior who evolved the secret land were amazing, and this formation alone was very remarkable.

It was a pity that the inheritance of these formations was cut off.

Although the formations were in the secret land, it was impossible to obtain their essence by simply observing them.

These days, Jun Wuxie's understanding of formations was not too little, but he could not reproduce this kind of formation and set it up himself.

He vaguely sensed that the formation seemed to condense the special talisman essence, energy, and spirit of the arranger. If he didn't know how to use this essence, energy, and spirit, then it would never be possible to construct such a formation.

He came to the center of the cemetery.

The altar was still intact, not damaged in any way by the aftermath of the war, and within a thousand meters of its vicinity, every blade of grass and tree was intact.

The runes on the altar were still lit, and mysterious talisman seals were constantly entering the cracked space-time gap.

Around the altar, those ancient blood origins were still floating there.

"Make the best use of everything, since these ancient bloods have been stripped out, then they cannot be wasted..."

Jun Wuxie stepped forward, stretched out a claw, and sucked thousands of groups of ancient blood origin into the world in his palm.

Each type of Ancient Blood Source flowed with a crystalline and brilliant radiance, interwoven with special bloodline rune imprints, exuding an indescribable Ancient Blood aura.

“These are all extremely powerful Ancient Blood Sources. I never imagined that one day I would be able to obtain so many Ancient Blood Sources. My Primordial Golden Body Art can fuse all matter in the world, naturally including sources. If I fuse them, I should be able to step into the Myth realm here…”

Looking at the Ancient Blood Sources within his Palm World, Jun Wuxie murmured to himself, his heart not as calm as it appeared on the surface, even filled with uncontrollable excitement and exhilaration.

Myth, no longer distant!

This realm was right before his eyes, visible and tangible, about to be realized!

Once, he thought he would have to reach the Upper Realm Universe before he could step into the Myth realm.

Life's opportunities are often unpredictable. Who would have thought that, along the way, at the peak of the Extreme Heavenly Position realm, he would enter the Myth realm.

He calmed his surging emotions, stepped onto the altar, and took all the Ancient Blood information into his palm, incorporating it into his Sea of Consciousness. A large amount of information flooded his mind.

This information was all about the characteristics of various collected Ancient Bloods, as well as the origins of the Ancient Bloods, how they were formed, how they evolved, and so on. It was incredibly detailed.

One could imagine that if this information fell into the hands of the Dark Universe World, allowing them to create targeted cultivation methods and secret techniques, then all those who possessed these Ancient Bloods would be suppressed to the point of having no power to fight back in battles of the same realm and talent!

He came to the center of the altar, looked at the rune formations that lit up, and pressed his palm down.

Crack!

The formation in the center of the altar cracked open, and a pitch-black stone box appeared in his sight.

The stone box was square, only a little over a foot in length, width, and height, covered with strange runes, and filled with an extremely dark aura.

“It's somewhat similar to the stone box that the Soul Hunting Hall once brought out, but it should be more advanced than that stone box.”

Jun Wuxie took it into his hand, repeatedly examined it, and tried to open it, but he was unsuccessful. He used various methods, but ultimately still failed.

In the end, he placed the stone box inside the Eternal Life Divine Palace and ignored it.

The formation collapsed, the stone box disappeared, and no more strange runes entered the space-time rift. The rift quickly shrank and soon disappeared.

“This trip to the Secret Earth can be considered a complete success.”

Jun Wuxie looked at the world here and said to himself, “It's been quite a few days. I wonder how my dynasty is doing now…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged on the altar, took all the Ancient Blood Sources into his Inner World, activated the Primordial Golden Body Art, and began to fuse them.