Within the deep palace of the Wangyue Dynasty.
The Princess sat on the throne, deep in thought.
"A mysterious Devil Head made a move, and Sword Spirit Child and others perished."
"Could it be him?"
The Princess's expression was somber.
If the beings of the Ancestral Spirit Domain wouldn't suspect Jun Xiaoyao, then the Princess, who knew the inside story, would naturally suspect him.
After all, his true identity was that rather famous Outer Realm Killing God and Young Lord of an Imperial Clan from the Xuanhuang Universe.
"Could he be the owner of the Demon Monarch Origin? But, I didn't detect any of his Qi before…"
The Princess fell into deep thought.
Logically, if two owners of the Demon Monarch Origin met, they would more or less sense each other.
But she hadn't detected anything at all.
She naturally didn't understand that if Jun Xiaoyao wanted to conceal his Qi, even a Great Emperor would struggle to find any clues for a while.
"However, if he really is the owner of the Demon Monarch Origin, then if that news gets out, it will probably shock the entire Outer Realm Sea."
"Although it's still uncertain, no matter what, he has the greatest suspicion. Could it be that in the end, I still have to…"
The Princess's beautiful eyes were profound.
Acquiring all of the Demon Monarch Origin was also one of her goals.
But in doing so, it would be unavoidable to become hostile towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Because no one would willingly hand over their Demon Monarch Origin.
The Princess found herself hesitating.
This was a state she rarely experienced.
At this moment, the black-robed woman appeared and said, "Young Miss, that boy has woken up."
The Princess shook her head, suppressing her chaotic thoughts, and decided to focus on the immediate matters.
Inside a side hall.
Stone sat blankly on the bed.
In his mind, various chaotic scenes flashed by.
The burning village, the dead villagers.
Stone clenched his teeth, bloodshot eyes appearing.
At this moment, the Princess appeared.
"It was… Princess Sister who saved me."
Stone looked at the Princess.
Although Stone was somewhat emaciated at the moment, he was still a boy like a porcelain doll.
Making people feel even more pity for him.
Some women might even feel a surge of maternal instinct.
But the Princess, beneath her mask, had a serene expression, like a deep pool.
She said indifferently, "This is the Wangyue Dynasty. No one will harm you. Just rest and recover well here."
"Those bandits…"
Stone gritted his teeth.
"The Demon Wind Bandits have already been wiped out by the people I sent. Those bandits were indeed evil," the Princess said.
"They're all gone?"
Stone was momentarily distraught.
Originally, he still had a goal in his heart: to personally kill those bandits.
But it turned out they had already been wiped out.
However, Stone then looked at the Princess and said, "Thank you, Princess Sister, for saving me and eliminating those bandits."
"It's just that I have nothing to repay Princess Sister with."
"No need. If you Cultivate well and become stronger, that will be your repayment to the deceased villagers," the Princess said calmly.
"Become stronger…"
In Stone's mind, the faint illusory scene he had seen before reappeared.
That blurry figure within an incredibly majestic Imperial Mausoleum.
Was that his Opportunity to become stronger?
"Alright, you rest well. I'll be leaving now."
The Princess put her hands behind her back and turned to leave.
"Princess Sister's great kindness, Stone has no way to repay."
Stone said gratefully.
The Princess paid him no mind, walking out of the hall, a cold arc forming on her tender red lips beneath the golden mask.
Watching the Princess's retreating back.
Stone murmured, "Although I saw Princess Sister kill people so decisively and coldly at the Fengshen Stele, she's actually a kind person, just not showing it."
Thinking of this, Stone clenched his fists, and a look of determination gradually emerged in his clear black and white eyes.
Whether for the deceased villagers or for the Princess who saved his life, he would try everything to become stronger!
…
The Ancestral Spirit Domain was in an uproar due to the deaths of Sword Spirit Child and others.
But this no longer concerned Jun Xiaoyao.
He returned to the Qingyue Domain.
As for the Princess, Jun Xiaoyao wasn't worried.
That Princess was not a simple girl like Yiyi.
Her schemes, tactics, depth, and calculations.
Even Jun Xiaoyao was surprised.
She could be said to be the most unique woman he had ever met.
So she was also very difficult to deal with.
But precisely because of this, Jun Xiaoyao didn't need to be distracted by taking care of or protecting her.
She wasn't the kind of woman who needed a man's protection.
And after returning to the Moon God Holy Clan, Jun Xiaoyao wasn't idle either.
He had obtained another World Fragment from the enlightenment god sealing tablet, which he could take time to refine.
Additionally, he also felt the changes in the Primal Demon Seed within his body.
And in the golden Sea of Power Of Faith within his Inner Universe, more Power Of Faith had begun to gather.
Presumably, Huo Feng's development was going well.
The Northern Wilderness Region was almost entirely under the control of Limitless City.
And the many living beings in the Northern Wilderness Region had also begun to believe in the god of destiny and creation, thanks to the tireless evangelism of Huo Feng and others.
Although this was a name Jun Xiaoyao had conjured up to deceive others, as long as it sounded grand, it was fine.
Perhaps in the distant future, he could truly become such an existence.
As time passed.
Outside the entrance to the Xuanhuang Universe.
The Mixed Realm, which had been incredibly chaotic in space, finally stabilized.
Some Emperor Clan powerhouses had already begun to gather, ready to set off.
Although in the past, large-scale Wars had occurred between the Xuanhuang Universe and the Outer Realm, more often than not, both sides adopted a tacit attitude.
The Xuanhuang Universe forces allowed the Eight Great Emperor Clans from the Outer Realm to plunder some resources.
And the Eight Great Emperor Clans had previously been unable to find a way to completely occupy the Xuanhuang Universe.
Coupled with the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, they would not launch a full-scale War.
So both sides maintained a delicate balance.
And at this moment, in the Mixed Realm.
Emperor Clan battleships had already assembled.
As the existence that subtly held the lead among the Eight Great Emperor Clans.
The Yun Clan Emperor Clan was naturally the first batch to enter the Xuanhuang Universe.
At this moment, on a battleship, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back.
Beside him were Yun Yusheng, Yun Qinglin, Gu Qingtian, and others.
Also, Yun Xuanxu and Yiyi had come.
"The Mixed Realm has finally settled. Next, we can go and see the Xuanhuang Universe."
"If we can find an Opportunity within it, perhaps the overall strength of our Family's younger generation can be improved."
Yun Xuanxu's eyes held Battle Intent.
He possessed the Creation Saint Body. If the Microcosm World within his body could transform, his Cultivation Realm and strength would also skyrocket.
And the Xuanhuang Universe might hold such an Opportunity.
"That is natural."
Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
He didn't mention that his true self, Jun Xiaoyao, was already in the Xuanhuang Universe, secretly stirring up trouble.
At this moment, other Emperor Clan battleships also began to gather.
From the Eastern Imperial Clan's side.
Eastern Qingwu's charming eyes kept looking towards Jun Xiaoyao, her figure graceful and fiery, inviting endless thoughts.
"Young Lord Jun Xiaoyao, our last discussion was like lingering music, leaving Qingwu with fond memories."
"If there's an Opportunity in the future, I hope to have a deeper exchange with Young Lord."
"Of course." Jun Xiaoyao also nodded slightly.
His gaze then turned to another young woman not far from Eastern Qingwu.
That young woman, dressed in a pink dress, had delicate features and flawless skin, appearing very charming.
"That should be the Third Young Miss of the Eastern Imperial Clan, Eastern Xinqing," Jun Xiaoyao thought.
As if noticing Jun Xiaoyao's gaze.
Eastern Xinqing lowered her head like a startled rabbit.
But inside, she was in a chaotic panic.