Starting with Check-In Sacred Body of the Ancients-Chapter 119: Jun Family’s Sixteenth Ancestor, the Old Emperor Lord’s Bitter Heart, Signing In at Panwu Mausoleum

Chapter 119 - 119: Jun Family's Sixteenth Ancestor, the Old Emperor Lord's Bitter Heart, Signing In at Panwu Mausoleum

The one who emitted this voice was none other than the old Emperor Lord of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, a Supreme expert.

"Why would this happen?" The Panwu Divine Lord was completely perplexed.

Why would the old Emperor Lord speak up and say to give Jun Xiaoyao a chance?

However, the Panwu Divine Lord dared not contradict the old Emperor Lord and could only accept it.

"Hmph, since the old Emperor Lord is not pursuing the matter and giving you a chance, then so be it," the Panwu Divine Lord said with an indifferent face.

"What? Was it really the old Emperor Lord who spoke?" Around them, many surprised voices sounded.

That old Emperor Lord was an absolute top-tier expert and had been in seclusion for many years.

No one expected that today's turmoil would actually disturb him.

What was even more baffling was, why would the old Emperor Lord agree to let Jun Xiaoyao enter the Panwu Mausoleum?

Many outsiders found it somewhat incomprehensible.

At this moment, deep within the imperial palace, in an ancient underground secret chamber.

Three figures sat opposite each other.

One of them was an old man wearing an imperial crown, exuding a supreme aura; he was precisely the old Emperor Lord of the Panwu Divine Dynasty.

And opposite him, two figures sat cross-legged.

One of them, a thin, grey-robed old man, was the Jun family's Eighteenth Ancestor.

The other, also in a grey robe, but with the outward appearance of a ten-year-old child, had extremely vicissitudinous eyes, carrying an air of ancientness.

"I didn't expect that even the Jun family's Sixteenth Ancestor would emerge," the old Emperor Lord said with a bitter smile.

"Mm, been buried underground for too long. It's about time to come out and stretch these old bones," the Sixteenth Ancestor, who looked like a child, twisted his neck and said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

The corner of the old Emperor Lord's eye twitched slightly.

This Sixteenth Ancestor of the Jun family looked like a child, but his seniority was frighteningly ancient.

It was rumored that when the Jun family's Sixteenth Ancestor was ten years old, he had consumed an Everlasting Dao Fruit, and since then, he had always maintained the appearance of a ten-year-old child.

However, if one were to underestimate his strength because of his appearance, that would be rather foolish.

The Sixteenth Ancestor's strength was only greater, not weaker, than the Eighteenth Ancestor's.

"Hehe, the arrival of you two truly brings splendor to my humble Panwu Divine Dynasty," the old Emperor Lord said with a dry laugh, but he felt quite helpless in his heart.

"Indeed, the old Emperor Lord is truly magnanimous, allowing a descendant of my Jun family to enter the Panwu Mausoleum. Come, a toast." The Eighteenth Ancestor forced a smile and raised the wine cup on the table.

"You're too kind, too kind." The old Emperor Lord also raised his cup, but his heart was bitter.

These two ancestors of the Jun family were smiling tigers.

If he didn't agree to let Jun Xiaoyao enter the Panwu Mausoleum.

Then what he would have to "eat" next wouldn't be a toast, but a forfeit. (TN: "吃敬酒还是吃罚酒" - chī jìngjiǔ háishì chī fájiǔ - literally "drink a toast or drink a forfeit," meaning to comply willingly or be forced to comply with unpleasant consequences.)

Although the old Emperor Lord was strong, he couldn't withstand the pressure from two Jun family ancestors and could only back down and yield.

Although the entire Panwu Divine Dynasty couldn't possibly have only him as a top-tier expert.

But one must know, the ancestors buried in the Jun family's ancestral shrine were not limited to just these two.

The outside world was unaware of the scene unfolding in this secret chamber.

They were still wondering, when did the old Emperor Lord of the Panwu Divine Dynasty become so open-minded?

"Could it be that the ancestors have come?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed slightly as he guessed.

To make the old Emperor Lord of the Panwu Divine Dynasty yield, it should only be figures at the level of Jun family ancestors.

But could a single Eighteenth Ancestor alone make the old Emperor Lord so apprehensive?

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly; he didn't think too much about it.

As long as his goal could be achieved, it was enough.

Subsequently, the Panwu Divine Lord, with a cold face, very reluctantly opened the Panwu Mausoleum for Jun Xiaoyao.

The Panwu Mausoleum was located underground, deep within the Forbidden City.

At the entrance stood an ancient stele.

Jun Xiaoyao arrived here, looked at the ancient stele, and vaguely, he seemed to sense something.

"It seems I will have a considerable harvest in this Panwu Mausoleum," Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly. fгeewebnovёl.com

Around them, people from many forces had followed.

Although they couldn't enter the Panwu Mausoleum, even just watching from the outside was good.

They also wanted to know why Jun Xiaoyao wanted to enter the Panwu Mausoleum so badly.

"Go in. Remember, you only have one chance. If you come out, you cannot enter again," the Panwu Divine Lord said icily.

"Oh? Will there be danger inside?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"For those of direct Panwu Divine Dynasty bloodline, there is naturally no danger. But for outsiders..." The Panwu Divine Lord didn't say much more.

But his words clearly carried a threatening tone.

"Hah... Jun has even contended with a Supreme Demonic Corpse. Would I fear a mere Panwu Mausoleum?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled, flicked his sleeve, and without any hesitation, directly flashed towards the ancient stele.

His figure was immediately enveloped by a burst of light and disappeared.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the Panwu Divine Lord's face turned even colder.

All the surrounding onlookers also secretly gasped.

Indeed, various dangerous secret realms seemed to turn auspicious for Jun Xiaoyao; they were nothing to him.

While the crowd outside waited.

Jun Xiaoyao had already arrived in the Panwu Mausoleum.

Looking around, the entire Panwu Mausoleum was more like an underground palace.

An ancient, vicissitudinous aura permeated everywhere, like a group of dust-sealed palaces.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was leisurely and calm.

However, not long after he stepped forward, formation patterns suddenly lit up on the ground, and Dao patterns spread out.

Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao felt the surrounding gravity intensify significantly, as if an ancient mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

"What is this, a test?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Before he could think much, several bronze arrows, carrying a sharp aura, pierced through the air.

Jun Xiaoyao casually reached out and shattered those arrows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled rhythmically.

Immediately, rows of bronze puppets rumbled out from the depths of the Panwu Mausoleum.

Among them were puppets wielding bronze long halberds, and puppets wielding longbows and crossbow bolts.

"Are these... terracotta warriors?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow, unconcerned.

But on second thought, the Panwu Mausoleum was rumored to be an imperial tomb, so having guards similar to terracotta warriors was understandable.

"The formations here, plus these terracotta warriors, ordinary prodigies might really be forced back," Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.

He finally understood what the Panwu Divine Lord's threat meant earlier.

Ordinary prodigies would indeed find it difficult to advance even an inch, unable to delve deep into the Panwu Mausoleum at all.

But for Jun Xiaoyao, this kind of test was somewhat boring.

Rumble!

Jun Xiaoyao activated the power of his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the Godly Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.

Golden vital energy surged upwards, transforming into a lifelike golden divine elephant.

The divine elephant charged out fiercely. With a sweep of its trunk, a group of bronze puppets was sent flying.

Each of these puppets was comparable to a Guiyi realm prodigy. Coupled with being impervious to blades and spears and having no sense of pain, they were more like killing machines.

Unfortunately, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, they were all useless.

Jun Xiaoyao once again formed a sword with his fingers and slashed out.

The Immortal Slaying Sword Art was unleashed, and the vast sword light directly tore apart the bronze puppet battle formation ahead.

Behind Jun Xiaoyao, demonic wings extended, transforming into a streak of light, easily breaking through the defensive line.

If the Panwu Divine Lord saw this scene, he would definitely be astonished.

The tests within the Panwu Mausoleum, aimed at young supreme beings, had almost no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.

And after Jun Xiaoyao delved deeper into the Panwu Mausoleum, the system's mechanical notification sound once again came from his mind.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching the sign-in location, Panwu Mausoleum. Sign in?"

"Sign in!" Jun Xiaoyao said.

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