The universe is silent, blood rain flies!

Under a blood-stained sky, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face was as icy as ever, his long hair flowing, wearing the Desolate Divine Armor, the Great Wilderness Halberd in his hand pointing slantwise at the earth.

At this moment, he no longer had the carefreely elegant Exiled Immortal aura he once had.

Instead, he resembled a young war god with boundless dominance, an embodiment of calamity, purifying the world with the power of slaughter, shaking the heavens and earth!

Countless gazes from heaven and earth gathered on him.

Ji Qingyi, Ruying, Saint Profound Yi, these figures were all renowned on the Ancient Road, with endless radiance.

At this moment, before Jun Xiaoyao, they seemed utterly ordinary, their brilliance entirely lost.

Jun Xiaoyao was an existence that they all needed to revere and awe!

And Ning Defa and the other Desolate Village People were all extremely excited, old tears streaming down their faces.

How many years has it been!

How many years have they been oppressed by the Cang Family!

Today, Jun Xiaoyao had quelled the injustice in their chests!

At this moment, over three hundred Desolate Village People looked at him with fervent admiration and worship.

It was as if Jun Xiaoyao was the only deity worthy of worship in their hearts!

"We will follow the master forever, unswerving until death!" Ning Defa roared like an old lion, kneeling before Jun Xiaoyao.

The over three hundred surviving villagers also knelt down.

"To have you in the Holy Body Lineage is truly a blessing..." Martial Guardian finally let out a sigh of relief, a hint of liberation in his blood-stained face.

"One day, I want to become as powerful as big brother!" The respect in Ning Chen's eyes was evident.

"Is this... the kind of great hero grandpa used to tell stories about?" Xiaoxuanxuan was dumbfounded, her big eyes full of longing and worship.

The figure standing atop the heavens, looking down on the world, was deeply etched in her young heart, never to be erased.

And at this moment, standing at the top of the heavens, Jun Xiaoyao's eyebrows still carried a chill.

He completely ignored the countless awed gazes around him.

Right now, Jun Xiaoyao only had one thing on his mind: to annihilate the Ba Xing Cang Family.

But before that, he still had some things to do.

"Today, I, the Divine Son, proclaim that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Hall and the lineage of the Palace Guardians will rise again in the Immortal Realm, and no one can stop it!"

Jun Xiaoyao's voice was overwhelming, spreading across the Cangming.

Everyone was shocked, utterly astonished.

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao intends to single-handedly revive the declining Holy Body Lineage?

But...

Looking at the nearly life-extinguished last Holy Body Martial Guardian and the three hundred Desolate Village People.

The crowd could not imagine how the Desolate Ancient Sacred Hall could rise again.

No matter how powerful Jun Xiaoyao was, he was only one person; how could he support the entire Holy Body Lineage?

Compared to the confusion of the onlookers.

Ning Defa and the other Desolate Village People had nothing but deep gratitude in their eyes.

But they also had self-awareness, knowing that relying solely on their own strength, they could not rejuvenate the Desolate Ancient Sacred Hall and the lineage of the Palace Guardians.

Martial Guardian also laughed and said, "With you saying this, I'm relieved. I can entrust everything to you from now on."

Martial Guardian felt that the fire of his life was beginning to gradually extinguish.

However, he had no regrets, still wearing a smile on his face.

"Senior Martial Guardian, you can't retire yet; you still need to see the defeat of the Overlord Lineage with your own eyes," Jun Xiaoyao said with a light smile.

"To have lasted until now, I am already content and know where my limits lie." Martial Guardian shook his head, indifferent to life and death.

"Since I, Jun Xiaoyao, have obtained the inheritance of the ancestors of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Hall, naturally, I will also do my part for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Hall."

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, patting his chest, and then, droplets of crimson as red as agate, with a golden sheen, Holy Body Essence Blood emerged.

The quantity was dense, not just a drop or two, but hundreds of drops of Holy Body Essence Blood were directly refined out by Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Xiaoyao, no!" Martial Guardian's gaze trembled, speaking out to stop him.

Right now, Jun Xiaoyao is the hope of the Holy Body Lineage; he absolutely must not make any mistakes!

"Sir, this is..." Ning Defa and the other Desolate Village People were also dumbfounded.

The onlooking celestial prides were also speechless, stunned, watching in a daze.

Holy Body Essence Blood is incredibly precious, and a single drop can sell for an astronomical price.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao casually offered hundreds of drops of Holy Body Essence Blood!

Most crucially, the Holy Body Essence Blood is extremely important for the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Doesn't Jun Xiaoyao's action harm himself?

The crowd looked at Jun Xiaoyao's face, surprised to find that his complexion was as calm as ever, without a trace of paleness or weakness.

"These essence blood, I bequeath to you, as revenge is most satisfying when enacted by yourself." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"But you..." Martial Guardian hesitated.

"No need to worry about me, has Senior Martial Guardian forgotten that pool of Holy Body Essence Blood?" Jun Xiaoyao chuckled softly.

He naturally wouldn't do anything to harm himself.

The last time he harmed himself was to save Jiang Shengyi.

To be honest, although Jun Xiaoyao respects Martial Guardian and these Desolate Village People.

But compared to Jiang Shengyi, they obviously don't compare.

It would be unrealistic for Jun Xiaoyao to exhaust himself helping them.

However, Jun Xiaoyao had refined a pool of Holy Body Essence Blood before.

At this moment, the Holy Body Essence Blood in his body was so abundant it was almost overflowing.

Most importantly, the Holy Body Essence Blood that Jun Xiaoyao absorbed all ultimately transformed into his own Holy Body Essence Blood.

And Jun Xiaoyao had broken the Ten-Layered Shackles of the Holy Body.

His Holy Body Essence Blood was fundamentally different from that of the Holy Body ancestors.

Each of the three hundred Desolate Village People received one drop of Jun Xiaoyao's Holy Body Essence Blood.

Old Ning Defa received five drops.

Ning Chen and Xiaoxuanxuan each received ten drops of blood.

As for Martial Guardian, Jun Xiaoyao gave him a full fifty drops of Holy Body Essence Blood.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't want Martial Guardian to fall.

A Saint Master Level Desolate Ancient Sacred Body falling would be too great a loss.

"After you finish refining, we shall return to the Ba Xing Cang Family, there we will repay any hatred and grievances!" Jun Xiaoyao said.

"The master is right, the humiliation of the lineage of Palace Guardians should be washed away by our own hands!"

"Follow the master, step to Ba Star, extinguish the Cang Family!"

The three hundred Desolate Village People, no, at this moment they should be called the three hundred Palace Guardians, their eyes were filled with the fire of revenge.

Even some like the elder Ning Defa, at this moment were boiling with passion, as if the latent Holy Body Bloodline in their bodies had been activated.

They began to sit cross-legged to cultivate, preparing to refine the Holy Body Essence Blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.

"Will it work?" Martial Guardian also sat cross-legged.

To be honest, in his near-depleted state, even refining the Holy Body Essence Blood might be powerless to reverse his fate.

It's like a spring that's almost dry, even if water is poured in from the outside, it's only a temporary fix, and would eventually run dry.

"How will you know if you don't try, Senior?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

The Holy Body Essence Blood that had broken the Ten-Layered Shackles might bring about a miracle?