Jun Xiaoyao Challenges the Ancient Stone Tablet

A hundred li beyond the First Imperial City, before the Ancient Stone Tablet, the place was packed to the brim.

The Ancient Stone Tablet, over ten thousand meters tall, stood between heaven and earth like a barrier dividing the world, towering and majestic, exuding an ancient, desolate aura.

The Ancient Stone Tablet had not descended long ago, yet many great factions had already arrived.

The thousand-meter-wide Ancient Stone Tablet could accommodate several thousand people testing themselves at once.

Thus, before the Ancient Stone Tablet, countless people could be seen raising their hands and pressing them against its surface, their eyes tightly shut.

Yet before long, ninety-nine percent of them would yank their hands back as if electrocuted, their faces deathly pale.

Even the small remaining fraction could not last more than ten seconds.

Several hundred meters away from the Ancient Stone Tablet, numerous flying boats hovered in midair. Aboard them were people from the various sacred lands.

At that moment, a white Flying Chariot drawn by Eighteen Flood Dragons suddenly flew over from the direction of the First Imperial City. Many powerful experts and Golden Armored Warriors surrounded it.

"This is... the Empress's Flying Chariot!"

"The Empress has come out."

"It's Empress Qingyao."

Upon recognizing the Flying Chariot's owner, commotion stirred aboard the many flying boats.

One had to know that it was not merely the younger generation that admired Empress Qingyao.

A thousand years ago, Su Qingyao had already been the number one beauty of Tianxiao Continent. Countless people had adored her then, and a thousand years later, that generation of admirers had long since become patriarchs or Supreme Elders of the major sacred lands.

It could be said that men of the upper, middle, and lower three generations of Tianxiao Continent all yearned to possess Su Qingyao.

The white Flying Chariot slowly descended to the ground. The armored warriors sprang into action, and in the blink of an eye, a temporary encampment had been erected.

Streams of light flew out from the various flying boats and entered Su Qingyao's encampment.

These streams of light were all upper echelons of the major sacred lands—either foundational powerhouses or Sacred Masters and Supreme Elders.

If the young geniuses wished to see Su Qingyao, they would have to wait their turn.

On the Jun Family's flying boat.

Jun Xiaoyao stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, gazing toward Su Qingyao's encampment. A flash of burning heat crossed his eyes. He then lifted his gaze to the Ancient Stone Tablet nearby, which resembled a barrier between heaven and earth, and murmured inwardly:

"If I leave my name upon the Ancient Stone Tablet and become the Fourth Person of Eternity, I will surely win Su Qingyao's admiration."

"Making the list may be difficult, but to me, it is as easy as turning over my palm."

As his words fell, Jun Xiaoyao vanished from the flying boat. In the next instant, he appeared before the Ancient Stone Tablet.

On the Jun Family's flying boat, three elderly men in purple robes watched quietly.

The elder in the middle stroked his beard and smiled. "Xiaoyao is quite impatient. What do you think—can Xiaoyao make the list?"

"Of course he can. Xiaoyao's talent is even more terrifying than that of his father, Jun Wuhui. Wuhui simply never encountered the descent of the Ancient Stone Tablet. Otherwise, Wuhui would certainly have made the list," said the elder on the left calmly.

At that moment, the elder on the right suddenly said, "Now that Xiaoyao has made his move, the little ones of this generation can no longer sit still."

His gaze fell upon the surrounding flying boats. At that moment, one extraordinary young man after another stepped forward aboard those boats, all watching Jun Xiaoyao before the Ancient Stone Tablet.

Before the Ancient Stone Tablet, Jun Xiaoyao placed his hand against it, closed his eyes, and silently sensed it.

The next second, Jun Xiaoyao appeared upon a boundless wilderness.

There was nothing in the wilderness but Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao did not move. Nor was there any confusion or panic on his face. As the Divine Son of the Jun Family, he naturally knew what the Ancient Stone Tablet tested.

The next instant.

A voice rang out beside Jun Xiaoyao's ear.

Detected that the examinee's body-refining talent is lower C-grade, surpassing his cultivation talent. Trial subject: a Transcendent Saint Grade Witchman of the Witch Race at the Dao Foundation Realm.

Upon passing the assessment, the examinee will receive a student quota at a Low-Level Academy under the Taiyuan Divine Court.

Hearing the voice, Jun Xiaoyao was inwardly startled.

Throughout the Jun Family's history, countless people had participated in the Ancient Stone Tablet's assessment, yet no one had ever mentioned the Taiyuan Divine Court.

Jun Xiaoyao had no time to think further, because before him appeared a strange man over three meters tall, his skin covered in peculiar patterns.

"According to the Ancient Stone Tablet, this is a member of the Witch Race?"

"I wonder whether it is the Witch Race from my memories."

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head, then smiled at the corner of his lips. "Whatever you are, I am invincible."

Yet in the next second.

The smile at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's lips froze. His entire body bent like a shrimp as he was blasted away like a cannonball.

He rolled several hundred meters across the ground, carving out a long trench before finally coming to a stop.

Enduring the searing pain in his abdomen, Jun Xiaoyao rose to his feet, his pupils filled with shock.

"How is this possible? When did it happen?!"

Jun Xiaoyao found it hard to believe. He had not even seen when the Witchman had made his move.

And with his physique, he had actually been sent flying by a single punch?

All of this made Jun Xiaoyao begin to question his life.

One had to know that he possessed the Primordial Sacred Body—and a fully matured Primordial Sacred Body at that.

The Witchman's three-meter-tall body merely stood there, yet Jun Xiaoyao inexplicably felt an immense pressure.

Since transmigrating, this was the first time he had felt pressure from someone in the same realm.

"Whew~"

Taking a deep breath, Jun Xiaoyao clenched his fist and charged explosively toward the Witchman.

Bang!

A sonic boom rang out. A cloud of vapor burst out behind Jun Xiaoyao, and in the blink of an eye, he was before the Witchman, throwing a punch.

The force of this punch had already surpassed a million jin. Even a small mountain could be blasted apart.

"Die!"

Veins bulged across Jun Xiaoyao's forehead as he roared.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao attack, the Witchman remained expressionless. The patterns on his skin glimmered faintly, and the next second, he launched a straight kick.

Boom!

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes bulged so hard they nearly burst from their sockets. His entire body bent into the shape of a shrimp once more as he flew backward.

As Jun Xiaoyao's consciousness blurred, a cold, ancient voice rang out.

Assessment Failed!

The next instant, Jun Xiaoyao's figure slowly vanished from the Wilderness.

At the same time.

An ethereal voice let out a lingering sigh.

"After tens of millions of years, only three people? When will the fourth appear?"

Outside, Jun Xiaoyao's hand jerked back as though electrocuted, his face deathly pale.

Seeing this, the people around him erupted.

"He failed. Even the Divine Son of the Jun Family failed."

"Haha, I failed, and the Divine Son of the Jun Family failed too. Doesn't that mean I'm equal to the Divine Son of the Jun Family?"

"Even Divine Son Jun failed. Who else could possibly pass the assessment?"

The crowd was in an uproar, voices rising in endless discussion.

Aboard the various flying boats, the heavenly prodigies, as well as the many powerful patriarchs, were all taken aback.

They would not look down on Jun Xiaoyao just because he had failed.

In truth, they knew Jun Xiaoyao's strength better than anyone.

Even Jun Xiaoyao had failed. It filled the prodigies with despair and made darkness cloud the eyes of the many patriarchs.

"Only three have made the list in tens of millions of years. Ancient Stone Tablet, what is the point of your existence?!"

An ancient surviving expert let out an unwilling roar.

On a Blood-Colored Flying Boat, a young man dressed in a blood-red robe narrowed his eyes. As he looked at the dejected Jun Xiaoyao, a strange gleam involuntarily flashed through his gaze.

"Even you failed? It seems the Ancient Stone Tablet's difficulty truly lives up to its fearsome reputation, not something those trash deliberately spread. But your failure does not mean I will fail as well."

The next instant, the Blood-Robed Youth vanished from the flying boat as well.