Sacred Body of the Immortals

In her vision, the forty-ninth floor was already the limit.

As for the fiftieth floor, Ji Qingyi had never even considered it.

Jun Xiaoyao stepping onto the forty-ninth floor did not surprise Ji Qingyi too much.

Just the figure he had previously manifested, turning its back on the world, was enough to prove his extraordinary talent and strength.

"Qingyi cannot fall behind others," Ji Qingyi said with a resolute tone.

Though she was a woman, her demeanor was detached, like a celestial being.

Yet, she still harbored a competitive spirit.

After all, in an era of great contention, only by surpassing others could one hope to attain enlightenment.

Ji Qingyi also had the heart to seek enlightenment.

With a graceful wave of her jade hand, she manifested the divine powers of the Human Immortal Sect, the Immortal Spirit Seal, and pressed it toward the phantom.

At that moment, within the Heavenly Dao Tower, all the prodigies were striving to step onto the forty-ninth floor.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, had already cleared the challenge.

He looked out, and in the distance of the desert, an ancient figure suddenly emerged.

The figure was draped in a coarse robe, shrouding a gaunt body.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze flickered as he leaped forward.

However, the closer he got to that desolate figure, the more pressure he felt.

At the same time, a peculiar force of reincarnation began to permeate the air.

With each step Jun Xiaoyao took, the force of reincarnation grew denser.

He also sensed that his own life essence was rapidly depleting.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao finally understood why this space manifested as a desert.

Because under the influence of reincarnation, all things would wither and collapse.

If it were anyone else here, they would likely find their vitality waning after just a few steps, becoming weak and aging rapidly.

But Jun Xiaoyao was different; he was an ancient sacred body, and what he lacked the least was vitality.

It could be said that even the blood essence of a young true dragon might not compare to Jun Xiaoyao's.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

The closer he got, the more intense the force of reincarnation became, ultimately multiplying.

"This is the power of the sacred spirit? Even with just a remnant body, it is impossible to approach," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He knew that the true body of this sacred spirit was the Golden Dao of Reincarnation.

However, he had not anticipated that even after death, such a terrifying force of reincarnation would still linger.

In the end, Jun Xiaoyao was only a few dozen yards away from the remnant body.

The force of reincarnation here had reached its peak.

For any other prodigy, like Ji Qingyi or Jun Lingcang, it was likely they would not be able to withstand it and would quickly age.

"No, this shouldn't be the case; the trial of the fiftieth floor is not over!" Jun Xiaoyao suddenly realized.

The fiftieth floor had one final trial, which was to resist this force of reincarnation.

But how could the force of reincarnation be so easily dealt with?

Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

Suddenly, he noticed a withered sapling on the ground.

He had seen it when he first entered this level.

"Reincarnation, rebirth, extinction, the cycle of life..." Jun Xiaoyao murmured in a daze.

He abruptly sat down cross-legged, beginning to comprehend.

Jun Xiaoyao's talent was beyond doubt; even without the system's enhancement, he was still unparalleled in the world.

He could grasp the various divine techniques of the Jun family with just a glance.

Now, inspired, he began to contemplate.

"Reincarnation is not merely a state of death; the true essence of reincarnation lies in the cycle of life and death, the continuous rebirth."

Jun Xiaoyao fell into a state of enlightenment.

The supreme bone in his chest began to emit brilliant radiance.

The dense force of reincarnation around him seemed to converge toward the supreme bone like rivers flowing into the sea.

Faintly, it felt as if a terrifying divine power was brewing within.

At that moment, on the gaunt remnant body draped in a coarse robe, a flicker of light, like a firefly, suddenly emerged, carrying a faint wave of soul energy.

"Is it a descendant of his lineage? Truly a prodigy, terrifyingly so..."

From that flickering soul light, a wave of energy emanated.

Time passed.

Within the Heavenly Dao Tower, prodigies were gradually being teleported out due to failed challenges.

After all, not everyone could clear the levels like Jun Xiaoyao, advancing with unstoppable momentum.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son, Xia Lan, Hua Xiqing, and others stopped at the thirty-eighth or thirty-ninth floor.

By all accounts, this achievement was already quite impressive.

After all, in previous openings of the Heavenly Dao Tower, there were very few prodigies who reached the fortieth floor.

However, this time, the Grand Elder could not find any joy.

Not to mention the anomaly that was Jun Xiaoyao.

Other members of the Jun family, along with the Golden-Winged Roc King, Ye Xingyun, and the Little Western Heaven Buddha, all performed exceptionally well.

Even the weakest among the Jun family, Jun Linglong, was on par with the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others.

Other lineages had all reached the fortieth floor as well.

In contrast, the performance of the holy sons and daughters from the academy was indeed somewhat awkward.

When the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others emerged, full of vigor, and saw Jun Xiaoyao at the pinnacle, their expressions turned blank.

Then, the hearts of the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan were dealt a devastating blow, leaving them in despair.

Hua Xiqing and Ling Miao displayed an unprecedented admiration.

"The Jun family's divine son truly is a celestial figure, creating an impossible miracle."

Thinking of how Jun Xiaoyao had promised to discuss Dao with her, Hua Xiqing was so excited she could hardly contain herself.

When the Golden-Winged Roc King, Ye Xingyun, and Fa Hai emerged, they had not yet had time to revel in their achievements before they were confronted with the harsh reality.

"How is this possible?" The Golden-Winged Roc King was unable to calm his emotions, completely doubting his life.

He had thought he could compete with Jun Xiaoyao, but now, he realized that Jun Xiaoyao had already shattered the ancient record.

This outcome was unacceptable to him.

The Golden-Winged Roc King had cleared the forty-fifth floor, which was already considered monstrous, but compared to Jun Xiaoyao, it was nothing!

Ye Xingyun and Fa Hai felt the same way.

Their faces were also frozen, as dark as the bottom of a pot.

A sense of helplessness spread in their hearts.

Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Dao Tower, the most attention-grabbing figures were naturally Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi.

One was a wielder of dual pupils, the first in the Jun family lineage.

The other was a goddess of the Ji family, a holy maiden of the Human Immortal Sect.

Had it not been for Jun Xiaoyao's extraordinary performance, they would have been the most dazzling figures today.

To everyone's astonishment, both Jun Lingcang and Ji Qingyi had broken through to the forty-eighth floor, reaching the forty-ninth floor.

"The first lineage of the Jun family is indeed extraordinary."

"Yes, I truly envy the Jun family; they produce outstanding talents."

"The Ji family goddess is also remarkably gifted; I wonder if they can break through to the fiftieth floor?"

"I think it's unlikely; after all, not everyone can compare to the Jun family divine son; he is a true anomaly."

As the crowd discussed, the results were also revealed.

Indeed, both of them had stopped at the forty-ninth floor.

However, this achievement was already astonishing, representing that they both had the potential to surpass their peers.

"What a pity..."

Jun Lingcang stepped out of the Heavenly Dao Tower, still blindfolded.

Yet, everyone could vaguely sense that Jun Lingcang's aura had grown even stronger.

Inside the Heavenly Dao Tower, Jun Lingcang had also gained an opportunity, and his dual pupils had undergone a significant transformation.

On the other side, Ji Qingyi also stepped out gracefully.

She gently shook her head and murmured, "That ghost-faced girl is indeed powerful and strange; defeating her is too difficult."

Then, Ji Qingyi recalled the unusual occurrences in the Heavenly Dao Tower.

"Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao really cleared the forty-ninth floor?" Ji Qingyi instinctively raised her gaze.

Upon seeing this, her beautiful face rarely showed a look of astonishment, as if she had lost her soul.

"The fiftieth floor?" Ji Qingyi couldn't help but cover her red lips with her jade hand.