Jun Xiaoyao's tenth birthday banquet concluded amidst such tumultuous shocks.
The sect masters, elders, and young prodigies of the various major powers, when leaving the Jun family, still had expressions of shock and amazement that had not faded.
In their eyes, what they had witnessed at the Jun family this time had simply shaken their souls.
Especially the Jun family's Divine Son, who was like a young Great Emperor, possessing an invincible spirit.
Whether it was the Ye family's Star King Physique or the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son, in his hands, they were like soft persimmons, easily kneaded.
When some young prodigies compared themselves to the Jun family Divine Son, their hearts couldn't help but sigh with despair.
Desolate Ancient Saintly Body plus a Supreme Bone – Jun Xiaoyao's talent could no longer be described as monstrous; he simply had the bearing of a born Great Emperor.
With Jun Xiaoyao present, what place was there for anyone else in this era?
Even some older generation figures were lamenting that with Jun Xiaoyao's current cultivation speed, in a few more years, wouldn't he surpass even them, these old seniors?
Of course, besides Jun Xiaoyao, the performances of Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang were also impressive, capable of casually killing prodigies of Primordial Royal Clans.
And the most shocking, naturally, was that Jun family Eighteenth Ancestor who had never shown his face from beginning to end.
An ancestor-level figure buried in the Jun family's ancestral shrine for countless years.
Annihilating an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme with three sword strikes left a group of people utterly shocked.
Everyone knew that after this tenth birthday banquet, the Desolate Heaven Immortal Realm, which had been calm for a long time, was probably about to experience surging winds and clouds.
Not long after the Jun family banquet ended.
Far away in the land of Hong Prefecture, within the main camp of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, a furious dragon roar resounded, shaking the universe and causing stars to fall.
All the living beings in the entire Hong Prefecture seemed to feel a world-ending, vast heavenly might.
"It's an Unsurpassed Supreme of the Ancestral Dragon Nest! Why is he enraged?" a Hong Prefecture creature said, its face pale.
The news of the Jun family banquet would still take some time to spread, so they were unaware of this matter.
Within the Ancestral Dragon Nest, many powerful divine thoughts were communicating.
"Cease your thunder for now. What use is your anger? Could it be that you intend to charge into the Jun family?"
"That little Jun family beast dared to kill a Dragon Son of my lineage! He deserves to be executed!"
"And that Jun Shiba (Eighteenth Jun), he actually dared to kill Nether Dragon! Does he truly not fear my Ancestral Dragon Nest at all?"
The previously furious voice spoke coldly.
"Jun Shiba, he's a madman. Wanting to kill him is too difficult..."
"This matter, should Aotian be informed?" Another Ancestral Dragon Nest expert transmitted his divine thought.
"No need. Long Aotian is currently in seclusion, refining his fifth Dragon Yuan. Once he finishes refining all seven Dragon Yuans, coupled with his Imperial Dragon Blood, he will be able to sweep through the younger generation of the Immortal Realm. Even that Jun family Divine Son can be killed with a casual wave of his hand!"
"Good! This venerable one will wait for the day Aotian slays the Jun family Divine Son!"
"And the Jun family, in the future, they will definitely pay for this blood debt with blood!"
...
On the other side, in the void, a divine bird pulled a carriage as it flew past.
Inside the carriage, a youth in blue robes with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes slowly regained consciousness.
It was precisely Ye Xingyun.
"Hiss... It hurts so much..."
As Ye Xingyun moved his body, he felt as if it was about to fall apart, the pain making his face turn pale.
"Young Master, you're awake," Uncle Fu said from the side.
"Where am I..." Ye Xingyun was dazed for a good while before finally recalling everything that had happened at the banquet.
A thick sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.
As a prodigy of the Ancient Ye Family, when had Ye Xingyun ever suffered such a loss?
Not to mention losing face in front of his goddess.
"Jun Xiaoyao..." Ye Xingyun gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Young Master, that Jun family Divine Son is not to be provoked. This old servant has received news that the Divine Son not only possesses the Desolate Ancient Saintly Body but was also born with a Supreme Bone. Even the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son was easily slain by him," Uncle Fu sighed.
"What? Such a thing happened!?" Ye Xingyun was stunned, hardly able to believe his ears.
When Jun Xiaoyao fought him, he had actually hidden his strength and hadn't even used his Supreme Bone.
Ye Xingyun felt an even greater sense of humiliation; Jun Xiaoyao hadn't regarded him as an opponent at all.
"Hateful..." Ye Xingyun was both resentful and ashamed.
Suddenly, a blurry memory flashed through his mind.
He seemed to see a magnificent star palace, and a grand figure cloaked in the sun, moon, and stars, with its back to him.
"What was that? Was it a dream? Or could it be..." Ye Xingyun murmured to himself.
He knew that in this world, there existed reincarnations of Saints, and even Great Emperors.
Those reincarnated prodigies were the true existences with cheats, their vision and cultivation far exceeding ordinary heaven-gifted proud sons.
For example, their Ancient Ye Family's taboo prodigy, Ye Guchen, was rumored to be the reincarnation of the ancient Sword Demon, Dugu Wubai.
That Sword Demon, in historical records, had once killed a Quasi-Emperor with the Emperor Slaying Sword, a truly formidable figure.
"Could it be that I, like Ye Guchen, am the reincarnation of some supreme expert, and that star palace is a fortuitous treasure left for me?" Ye Xingyun couldn't help but think.
This possibility was very high.
As time passed, more of his memories would awaken. At that time, it might not be impossible to find that star palace and inherit all the fortuitous opportunities of that supreme expert.
"Jun Xiaoyao, fortunes change. When I awaken my memories, I will rise strongly."
"And Luoli, I will make you understand who is the one most worthy of you!"
Ye Xingyun was reinvigorated. He felt like he was about to take off!
...
And on the Jun family's side.
Jun Xiaoyao, having finished the banquet, was being incessantly harassed by Jiang Luoli.
She should have returned to the Jiang family, but Jiang Luoli stubbornly refused to leave.
The young lady Ye Xingyun dreamed of obtaining had, on Jun Xiaoyao's side, turned into a sticky plaster he couldn't get rid of.
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maidservant to serve tea and water?"
"Linglong is here."
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maidservant to do laundry and make the bed?"
"Linglong is here."
"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maidservant to warm the bed and serve you?"
"Linglong is... cough, what are you saying?" Jun Xiaoyao coughed dryly, finding her an unbearable nuisance.
In the end, even Jiang Rou started urging for marriage.
"Mother, the Eighteenth Ancestor still needs to see your son. I'll take my leave first." Jun Xiaoyao couldn't stand the harassment and clamor of a group of women and directly made his escape.
"Hmph, Brother Xiaoyao, Luoli won't give up!" Jiang Luoli clenched her little fists, looking just like a star-struck little fangirl.
Over here, Jun Xiaoyao also arrived at the ancestral land in the deepest part of the Jun family and saw the Eighteenth Ancestor.
The Eighteenth Ancestor, in a grey robe, with white hair, sat cross-legged in the void.
Around him, terrifying scenes of the sun and moon rotating, living beings perishing, heavens collapsing, and star rivers reversing seemed to manifest.
His aura was unbelievably powerful, making one feel as if they were facing the high heavens.
No wonder he possessed the ability to annihilate a Quasi-Supreme with three sword strikes.
Jun Xiaoyao secretly marveled; none of the Jun family's ancestors were simple characters.
Not to mention, the Jun family seemed to have seventeen more who were as formidable as the Eighteenth Ancestor!
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, a rare smile appeared on the Eighteenth Ancestor's old face.
"Very good!" the Eighteenth Ancestor said.
Evidently, he was praising Jun Xiaoyao's performance at the tenth birthday banquet.
Defeating Ye Xingyun was one thing, but tearing apart the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Dragon Son by hand definitely brought glory to the Jun family.
"I wonder for what matter Ancestor has summoned this junior?" Jun Xiaoyao cupped his hands slightly, speaking calmly.
Facing the Eighteenth Ancestor, even some clan elders would be somewhat apprehensive and very reserved.
But Jun Xiaoyao was calm and composed, exceptionally at ease.
This made the Eighteenth Ancestor even more satisfied.
Desolate Ancient Saintly Body plus a Supreme Bone – his talent was absolutely unquestionable.
But what was even rarer was that Jun Xiaoyao's temperament was also so steady and composed, not at all like a ten-year-old youth.
"Don't you want to learn the Immortal Slaying Sword Art?" the Eighteenth Ancestor said with a faint smile.
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
(End of this chapter)