The Ancestral Dragon Nest's Hope, Long Aotian, and Ye Xingyun's Ambition

Jun Xiaoyao's Tenth Birthday Banquet came to an end amid such tumultuous shocks.

As the sect masters, elders, and young prodigies of the various factions left the Jun Family, the shock and amazement on their faces had yet to fade.

In their eyes, what they had witnessed at the Jun Family this time had utterly shaken their souls.

Especially the Jun Family Divine Son—he was practically like a young Great Emperor, possessing an invincible bearing.

Whether it was the Ye Family's Stellar King Physique or the Ancestral Dragon Nest's dragon son, both had been like soft persimmons in his hands, kneaded however he pleased.

Whenever some young prodigies compared themselves to the Jun Family Divine Son, they could not stop the sighs and despair rising in their hearts.

With the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the Supreme Bone, Jun Xiaoyao's talent could no longer be described as monstrous. He simply possessed the bearing of a Great Emperor from birth.

With Jun Xiaoyao around, what place would there be for anyone else in this era?

Even some older-generation figures sighed. At Jun Xiaoyao's current cultivation speed, would he not surpass old seniors like them in just a few years?

Of course, apart from Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhangjian and Jun Xuehuang had also performed exceptionally, able to kill Primordial Royal Clan prodigies with a flick of their hands.

And the most shocking of all was naturally the Jun Family's Eighteenth Ancestor, who had never shown himself from beginning to end.

An ancestor-level figure who had been buried in the Jun Family ancestral shrine for countless years.

He had slain an Ancestral Dragon Nest Quasi-Supreme with three swords, leaving everyone utterly aghast.

Everyone knew that after this Tenth Birthday Banquet, the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain, which had been calm for so long, was likely about to see winds rise and clouds surge.

Not long after the Jun Family banquet ended.

Far away in Hong Province, within the Ancestral Dragon Nest's headquarters, an enraged dragon's roar echoed through heaven and earth, shaking the cosmos and knocking down stars.

All living beings throughout Hong Province felt as though they had sensed a vast heavenly might capable of destroying the world.

"That is the Ancestral Dragon Nest's Peerless Supreme. Why is he enraged?" some Hong Province cultivators said, their faces pale.

News of the Jun Family banquet would still take some time to spread, so they did not yet know of this matter.

Within the Ancestral Dragon Nest, many powerful divine senses were communicating.

"Calm your thunderous fury for now. What use is your anger? Could it be that you intend to charge into the Jun Family?"

"That little bastard from the Jun Family dared to kill the dragon son of my lineage. He deserves death!"

"And that Jun Eighteen actually dared to kill Nether Dragon. Does he truly have no fear whatsoever of our Ancestral Dragon Nest?"

The previously enraged voice spoke coldly.

"Jun Eighteen is a madman. Killing him would be far too difficult..."

"Should we inform Aotian of this matter?" another Ancestral Dragon Nest expert transmitted through divine sense.

"No need. Long Aotian is currently in seclusion refining the fifth Dragon Essence. Once he refines all seven Dragon Essences, coupled with Emperor Dragon Blood, he will be able to sweep aside the younger generation of the Immortal Domain. Even the Jun Family Divine Son can be casually slain!"

"Good. I await the day Aotian kills the Jun Family Divine Son!"

"And the Jun Family will surely be made to repay their blood debt with blood in the future!"

Elsewhere, in the void, a divine bird pulled a carriage through the sky.

Inside the carriage, a blue-robed youth with sword-like brows and starry eyes slowly awakened.

It was Ye Xingyun.

"Hiss... it hurts so much..."

The moment Ye Xingyun moved, he felt as though his body were about to fall apart. The pain made his face turn pale.

"Young Master, you are awake." Uncle Fu stood at the side.

"I..." Ye Xingyun was initially dazed for a while, before finally recalling everything that had happened at the banquet.

An intense sense of humiliation spread through his heart.

As a prodigy of the Desolate Ancient Ye Family, when had Ye Xingyun ever suffered such a loss?

Not to mention losing face before the goddess of his dreams.

"Jun Xiaoyao..." Ye Xingyun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"Young Master, the Jun Family Divine Son cannot be provoked. This old servant has received news that the Divine Son possesses not only the Desolate Ancient Sacred 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 actually happened!?" Ye Xingyun froze, hardly daring to believe his ears.

When Jun Xiaoyao had fought him, he had actually still held back, not even bringing out his Supreme Bone.

Ye Xingyun felt increasingly humiliated. Jun Xiaoyao had simply never regarded him as worthy of notice.

"Damn it..." Ye Xingyun was both indignant and ashamed.

Suddenly, a vague memory flashed through his mind.

He seemed to see a magnificent Star Palace, as well as a towering figure draped in the sun, moon, and stars, standing with his back to him.

"What was that? A dream, or could it be..." Ye Xingyun murmured inwardly.

He knew that in this world, there were reincarnations of Saints and even Great Emperors.

Those reincarnated prodigies were the true cheat-code existences, their vision and cultivation far surpassing ordinary heavenly geniuses.

For example, Ye Guchen, the forbidden prodigy of their Desolate Ancient Ye Family, was rumored to be the reincarnation of the Primordial Sword Demon, Dugu Wubai.

According to historical records, that Sword Demon had once used the Emperor-Slaying Sword to kill a Quasi-Emperor. He had been absurdly fierce.

Could I, like Ye Guchen, also be the reincarnation of some supreme expert? And could that Star Palace be an opportunity and treasure left behind for me? Ye Xingyun could not help thinking.

That possibility was very great.

As time passed, more of his memories would awaken. Then, he might be able to find that Star Palace and inherit all the opportunities left behind by that supreme expert.

"Jun Xiaoyao, fortunes turn like a wheel. Once my memories awaken, I will rise to power!"

"And Luoli, I will make you understand who is truly the one most worthy of you!"

Ye Xingyun became spirited once more. He felt that he was about to soar into the heavens!

Back at the Jun Family.

After the banquet ended, Jun Xiaoyao was being relentlessly harassed by Jiang Luoli.

She obviously should have returned to the Jiang Clan, yet Jiang Luoli stubbornly refused to leave.

The girl Ye Xingyun dreamed of obtaining had instead become an adhesive plaster that Jun Xiaoyao could not shake off.

"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to pour tea and serve water?"

"Linglong is here."

"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to wash clothes and fold bedding?"

"Linglong is here."

"Brother Xiaoyao, do you need a maid to warm your bed and attend to you?"

"Linglong is... Ahem, what are you talking about?" Jun Xiaoyao coughed dryly, thoroughly exasperated.

In the end, even Jiang Rou began urging him to marry.

"Mother, the Eighteenth Ancestor still wishes to see me. I shall take my leave first." Unable to endure the harassment and clamor of this group of women, Jun Xiaoyao promptly made his escape.

"Hmph, Brother Xiaoyao, Luoli will not give up!" Jiang Luoli said, clenching her delicate fists. She looked exactly like a little fangirl chasing her idol.

Jun Xiaoyao then arrived at the Jun Family's ancestral grounds deep within the family and saw the Eighteenth Ancestor.

The gray-robed Eighteenth Ancestor had a head full of white hair as he sat cross-legged in the void.

Terrifying visions seemed to manifest around him: the sun and moon revolving, living beings perishing, the heavens collapsing, and the river of stars reversing its flow.

His aura was unimaginably powerful, making one feel as though one were facing the heavens themselves.

No wonder he possessed the ability to kill a Quasi-Supreme with three swords.

Jun Xiaoyao sighed inwardly. Not a single ancestor of the Jun Family was a simple figure.

Not to mention that the Jun Family apparently had seventeen more as formidable as the Eighteenth Ancestor!

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao arrive, the Eighteenth Ancestor's aged face rarely revealed a smile.

"Very good!" the Eighteenth Ancestor said.

Clearly, 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 had absolutely brought glory to the Jun Family.

"May I ask why Ancestor summoned this junior?" Jun Xiaoyao asked with a slight salute, calm and composed.

Before the Eighteenth Ancestor, even some clan elders would be somewhat trembling and extremely restrained.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao remained serene and unruffled, incomparably composed.

This made the Eighteenth Ancestor even more satisfied.

The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body combined with the Supreme Bone—there was naturally nothing to criticize about his talent.

But what was even rarer was that Jun Xiaoyao's temperament was also so steady and composed. He did not resemble a ten-year-old youth at all.

"Do you not wish to learn the Immortal-Slaying Sword Art?" the Eighteenth Ancestor asked with a faint smile.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.