The venue for the Ten Kings Feast was Burial Soul Mountain in the Netherworld Region, one of the Burial Earth Ten Regions within the Eternal Burial Ground.
The Netherworld Region was the region closest to the Burial World.
The ruling power of the Netherworld Region was the renowned Netherworld Palace.
The Palace Lord of Netherworld Palace, Netherworld Burial Emperor, was the domain lord of the Netherworld Region and one of the top powerhouses in the Eternal Burial Ground.
Among the ten domain lords of the Burial Earth Ten Regions, in terms of fame and strength, he was only second to the Ghost-Masked Female Burial Emperor of the Senluo Region.
Today, Burial Soul Mountain was exceptionally lively.
Dark mountain ranges stretched into the distance.
Dense dead Nether Qi swirled and rolled among the Burial Soul Mountains.
Countless Burial Soil creatures, densely packed, converged from the ten regions.
The Ten Kings Feast was also considered a grand gathering of the Burial Earth Ten Regions.
New and old figures from all walks of life gathered, and the scene was incredibly lively.
In the past, the Ten Kings Feast was mainly for the Ten Little Kings and their followers to spar and exchange pointers.
Various major forces would offer some prizes as rewards.
However, this Ten Kings Feast was different from before.
It was no longer just about sparring and exchanging pointers.
"Hey, have you heard? It's said that a crack has appeared in the Burial World deep within?"
"Yes, after that great upheaval more than ten years ago, the Burial World was completely sealed off. I didn't expect a crack to appear."
"But I heard that the crack is extremely unstable, only allowing a very small number of creatures to enter, and their cultivation cannot be too high, otherwise they simply can't get in."
"It seems that the sparring and competition at this Ten Kings Feast are related to the entry quotas, right?"
Some Burial Soil creatures were whispering among themselves.
What kind of place was the Burial World? It was an absolute land of Opportunity and treasure.
From ancient times to the present, countless powerhouses had been buried there, with various Cultivation Techniques, divine weapons, treasures, and Legacies being innumerable.
There were even legends that in the outermost reaches of the Burial World, if you walked a few steps and casually dug into the ground, you could unearth a Legacy tomb.
Of course, this was a bit exaggerated, but it also showed that the Burial World was a place of great Opportunity.
It was just that after the upheaval more than ten years ago, the Burial World sealed itself off.
Except for Burial Emperor-level powerhouses who could communicate with the great terrors deep within the Burial World, other Burial Soil creatures simply could not enter.
The appearance of a crack in the Burial World this time was definitely a great Opportunity for the Ten Little Kings and other Prodigies.
And besides this news, another matter of most concern to everyone was naturally Jun Xiaoyao.
"I heard that the Demon Race's Ninth Princess Langhuan has really fallen?"
Many Burial Soil Prodigies had expressions of indignation.
On the other hand, the female Burial Soil creatures were speaking up for Jun Xiaoyao.
"You guys are just jealous. You couldn't conquer Ninth Princess yourselves, but you blame others."
"Exactly! If you have the guts, go and fight Young Master Jun. If you can beat him, I'll marry you!" some Burial Soil maidens sneered.
These retorts left those Burial Soil creatures speechless, their faces awkward and annoyed, unable to say anything.
At this moment, a Dragon roar suddenly sounded in the distance.
A bone Dragon burning with a faint green Nether flame flew over, with a group of creatures standing on it.
One of them was Long Xiang.
"Long Xiang, the Prodigy of the Corpse Dragon Clan, has arrived!" some people shouted, their eyes filled with fervor.
Long Xiang was definitely one of the strongest Prodigies in the Burial Earth Ten Regions.
A moment later, from another direction, a pitch-black giant python slithered over, its size so immense that it resembled a winding mountain range.
A group of human-bodied, snake-tailed creatures stood on it, who were the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race.
And the Prodigy of the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race, Mo Ling, was also among them.
"Mo Ling of the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race has arrived! He is a loyal suitor of Ninth Princess!"
"Hehe, now there's a good show to watch!"
Long Xiang and Mo Ling, although they had never met Jun Xiaoyao, already harbored animosity.
Long Kun was killed by Jun Xiaoyao.
And Langhuan's affection for Jun Xiaoyao clearly touched a raw nerve for Mo Ling.
But the arrivals were not just the two of them.
Accompanied by a beast roar, Nine Nether Hound appeared.
Nine Nether Hound had a wolf-shaped head with a pair of huge gray ox horns, its body was covered in black scales, and between the scales grew blood-colored fur.
It also had nine tails on its back, and behind each tail was a ferocious Vicious Beast head, extremely hideous.
Seeing this ferocious creature approach, many Burial Soil creatures showed expressions of apprehension.
Although this Nine Nether Hound was not pure-blooded, it was extremely fierce, and among the Ten Little Kings, it was enough to rank in the top three, even capable of sparring with an ancient Hegemon Body.
As time passed, one King after another appeared.
A Prodigy of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan appeared, possessing eight arms, which was very strange.
A King of the Refining Corpse Sect appeared, clad in a black cloak and carrying a coffin, feared by everyone.
There was also a King of the Blood Fiend Clan, rumored to be a race that evolved from a drop of Demon blood.
In short, the Ten Little Kings appeared one after another, pushing the entire feast step by step to a climax.
Finally, in the distant sky, a luxurious and magnificent Ship appeared.
Seeing this Ship, Burial Soul Mountain first fell silent, then erupted into a deafening clamor.
"It's Ninth Princess's Ship, she's here!"
"That Jun Family Prodigy should be in there too!"
At this moment, all eyes were on them!
Amidst such attention, three figures emerged from the Ship.
They were Jun Xiaoyao, Langhuan, and Qin Xian'er.
"It's actually true…"
When they saw the three emerge from a room on the Ship, many creatures were stunned.
In an instant, various gazes filled with hostility and enmity, like needles, pierced towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Mo Ling of the Devouring Heaven Demon Python Race even felt as if he had been cuckolded to his face.
Although there was no relationship between him and Langhuan.
Looking at the indignant Burial Soil creatures, Jun Xiaoyao's expression was as calm as water, and he said lightly, "As expected, a beauty causes trouble. I didn't expect you to have such popularity in the Burial Soil."
Langhuan heard this and gave Jun Xiaoyao a charming glare, saying, "Hmph, it's only Young Master Jun who cruelly rejects this humble one. Others wouldn't even be able to touch a single finger of this humble one."
"You, an outsider Human Race, what right do you have to stand beside Langhuan!"
Finally, Mo Ling couldn't hold back, stepping forward and coldly shouting, his snake eyes as red as dripping blood.
Jun Xiaoyao looked at him indifferently, seeing Mo Ling's snake tail, and said, "So it's a scoundrel snake. Langhuan, does such a creature even have the right to pursue you?"
Langhuan heard this and also felt a little annoyed.
She also intensely disliked Mo Ling; she would only get goosebumps from such a snake-man.
"Then, Young Master Jun, would you please help me get rid of this scoundrel snake?"
Langhuan said in an intimate and coquettish tone.
Seeing this scene, Mo Ling exploded!