The universe was silent, and blood rain splattered!
Against a blood-stained sky, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face was like ice, his long hair fluttered, and he wore the Desolate God Armor, with the Great Wilderness Halberd pointing diagonally at the ground.
At this moment, he no longer possessed the carefree, exiled immortal aura of his usual white robes.
Instead, he resembled a young War God of boundless Domineering, like an Incarnation of calamity, purifying the world with the power of slaughter, shaking the heavens and earth!
Above and below, countless gazes converged on him.
Ji Qingyi, Ru Ying, Sheng Xuanyi—these Prodigies, famous throughout the Ancient Road and radiating endless light.
Now, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, they seemed incredibly ordinary, their brilliance completely overshadowed.
Jun Xiaoyao was an existence that even they needed to look up to and revere!
As for Ning Defa and the other Great Wasteland Villagers, each of them was incredibly excited, tears streaming down their faces.
How many years has it been!
How many years had they been oppressed by the Cang Family!
Today, Jun Xiaoyao had settled the injustice in their hearts!
At this moment, the more than three hundred Great Wasteland Villagers were filled with fervent admiration and worship.
It was as if Jun Xiaoyao was the only deity worthy of their worship in their hearts!
"We will follow you forever, until death!" Ning Defa roared like an old lion, kneeling before Jun Xiaoyao.
The more than three hundred surviving Villagers also knelt down.
"It is truly fortunate that the Sacred Body lineage has you…" Wu Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his blood-stained face.
"One day, I also want to become as powerful as Big Brother!" Ning Chen's eyes were filled with reverence.
"Is this… the great hero my grandpa talked about in his stories?" Xiao Xuanxuan was mesmerized, her big eyes filled with longing and adoration.
That figure, standing in the sky, looking down on the world, was deeply etched in her young heart, never to be erased.
At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao, standing above the sky, still had a cold expression.
He completely ignored the countless reverent gazes around him.
Currently, Jun Xiaoyao had only one thing to do in his heart: destroy the Ba Xing Cang Family.
However, before that, he still had some things to do.
"Today, Divine Child declares that the Ancient Sacred Temple and the Guardian Lineage will rise again in the Immortal Realm, and no one can stop it!"
Jun Xiaoyao's voice resonated, spreading throughout the sky.
Everyone was shocked and deeply awed.
Was Jun Xiaoyao going to single-handedly revive the weakened Sacred Body lineage?
However…
Looking at Wu Hu, the last Ancient Sacred Body who was almost at the end of his life, and the three hundred Great Wasteland Villagers.
Everyone found it hard to imagine how the Ancient Sacred Temple could rise again.
No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, he was still just one person; how could he support the entire Sacred Body lineage?
Compared to the doubts of the surrounding onlookers.
Ning Defa and the other Great Wasteland Villagers only had deep gratitude in their eyes.
However, they also knew their limitations, understanding that relying solely on their own strength, they could not revitalize the Ancient Sacred Temple and the Guardian Lineage.
Wu Hu also smiled and said, "With your words, I am at ease. Everything from now on can be safely entrusted to you."
Wu Hu felt his life force gradually extinguishing.
However, he had no regrets and still smiled.
"Senior Wu Hu, you cannot step down. You still need to personally witness the tragic defeat of the Hegemon Body lineage." Jun Xiaoyao said with a faint smile.
"I'm content to have held on until now, and I know my limits." Wu Hu shook his head, very open about life and death.
"Since Divine Child has received the Legacy of the Ancient Sacred Temple's ancestors, I naturally must do my part for the Ancient Sacred Temple."
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and patted his chest, and then, drops of Sacred Body Blood, crimson like agate and shimmering with golden light, emerged.
The quantity was dense, not just one or two, three or five drops.
Instead, hundreds of drops of Sacred Body Blood were directly refined by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Jun Xiaoyao, no!" Wu Hu's eyes widened, and he tried to stop him.
Currently, Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the Sacred Body lineage, and absolutely no mistakes could be made!
"My Lord, what are you…?" Ning Defa and the other Great Wasteland Villagers were also stunned.
And the surrounding Prodigies were also speechless, dumbfounded, staring blankly.
Sacred Body Blood, how precious it was, one drop alone could fetch a sky-high price.
And now, Jun Xiaoyao casually produced hundreds of drops of Sacred Body Blood!
Most importantly, Sacred Body Blood was extremely important to the Ancient Sacred Body.
Would Jun Xiaoyao's actions not harm himself?
Everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's face, surprised to find that his complexion was as calm as usual, without the slightest paleness or weakness.
"I bestow these drops of Blood upon you. It's most satisfying to avenge your own grievances with your own hands." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"But you…" Wu Hu hesitated.
"No need to worry about me. Has Senior Wu Hu forgotten about that pool of Sacred Body Blood?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
He naturally wouldn't do anything to harm himself.
The last time he harmed himself was to save Jiang Shengyi.
And to be honest, although Jun Xiaoyao respected Wu Hu and these Great Wasteland Villagers.
Compared to Jiang Shengyi, they were clearly incomparable.
It was also unrealistic to ask Jun Xiaoyao to exhaust himself to help them.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had previously refined a pool of Sacred Body Blood.
At this moment, the Sacred Body Blood in his body was so abundant that it was almost overflowing.
Most importantly, the Sacred Body Blood absorbed by Jun Xiaoyao ultimately transformed into his own Sacred Body Blood.
And Jun Xiaoyao was a Sacred Body who had broken ten layers of shackles.
His Sacred Body Blood had an essential difference from the Blood of those Sacred Body ancestors.
Each of the three hundred Great Wasteland Villagers received a drop of Jun Xiaoyao's Sacred Body Blood.
Old Man Ning Defa received five drops.
Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan each received ten drops of Blood.
As for Wu Hu, Jun Xiaoyao gave him fifty drops of Sacred Body Blood.
Jun Xiaoyao did not want Wu Hu to perish.
It would be too regrettable if a Saint Lord Ancient Sacred Body were to fall.
"After you all finish refining, we will return to the Ba Xing Cang Family, and settle scores and grievances!" Jun Xiaoyao said.
"My Lord is right, the humiliation of our Guardian Lineage must be washed away by ourselves!"
"Follow My Lord, step on the Hegemon Star, and destroy the Cang Family!"
The three hundred Great Wasteland Villagers, no, they should be called three hundred Guardians now, all had the fire of vengeance in their eyes.
Even some elders like Ning Defa were now boiling with passion, and a trace of the Sacred Body Bloodline that had been dormant in their bodies seemed to be activated.
They began to Cultivate, preparing to refine the Sacred Body Blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Can it still be effective?" Wu Hu also sat down.
To be honest, in his current state of exhaustion, even if he refined the Sacred Body Blood, it would probably be futile.
It was like a spring that was almost dry; even if external water was poured in, it would only be a temporary solution and would eventually dry up again.
"Senior, how would you know if you don't try?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Sacred Body Blood that had broken ten layers of shackles might bring about a miracle, who knows?