Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

What young man isn’t filled with passionate blood.

Tuoba Yu was no exception.

He had long been accustomed to the oppression of the Black Skin Race and always had a fire burning in his heart.

Why should the Black Skin Race be a Slave Race and suffer oppression?

Isn’t the life of the Black Skin Race also a life?

"Courageous kid, but unfortunately, too stupid!"

The Cyclops casually waved his hand, sending a fierce gust of wind surging out.

With a puff!

Tuoba Yu spat out blood and was directly sent flying!

"Xiao Yu!"

Tuoba Lan’s pretty face turned pale.

"Hmph, if you do not comply today, I will slaughter your entire Black Skin Race!"

"Anyway, you lowly Slave Race are like weeds, cut one batch and another grows." The Cyclops’ eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"We agree, we agree!"

The Black Skin Race Clan Leader trembled as he spoke.

Tuoba Lan’s eyes were red as she was taken away by the Cyclops.

Along with a group of women, they were also taken away.

These Cyclops were at least three meters tall, like small giants.

One could only imagine what nightmares these women would face.

With the body size of a Cyclops, it wouldn’t be just simple torment.

It was like being pierced through with icy coldness.

"Sister A Lan!"

Tuoba Yu was furious, his eyes nearly tearing as blood flowed down.

His heart felt as if it were exploding in anger and pain!

"Ah, child..." The Black Skin Race Clan Leader shook his head and sighed.

"If only I were strong enough..." Tuoba Yu gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

In such a cruel Exotic Realm.

Weakness is the original sin!

As long as one is strong enough, status, resources, women, dignity, all are attainable!

"I am too weak." Tuoba Yu said bitterly.

For Slave Races like theirs, their talent was inherently poor.

Without resources or good Cultivation Techniques and Divine Techniques.

To rise to power is more difficult than climbing to the heavens.

In the Immortal Realm, at least there are academies to teach ordinary cultivators.

But in the Exotic Realm, there are none.

Even if there were, only those with talent, strength, and status could join.

Slave Races like theirs don’t even qualify to be menial workers.

And at this moment.

Rumble!

The heavens once again revealed anomalies.

In the Celestial Tomb thousands of miles away, lightning flashed, and tribulation clouds gathered.

"What’s going on with the Celestial Tomb? There’s been so much activity recently. Could something have changed?"

Surrounding tribal powers were all discussing.

Tuoba Yu sharply focused his gaze forward.

Celestial Tomb!

A mysterious forbidden land filled with legends of death!

But also, there are a few lucky ones who gain heaven-defying fortunes within!

"If I could obtain it..." Determination blazed in Tuoba Yu’s eyes like never before.

Given his current situation, even without mentioning cultivation resources.

Even with resources, who knows how long cultivation would take?

The only option is to take a gamble, to fight desperately!

If he wins, he would rise above others and could even lead his entire tribe away from the lowly status of Slave Races.

If he loses, it’s just a worthless life.

"There’s no point in scraping by like this; better to take a gamble!" Tuoba Yu’s eyes flashed with determination.

Late at night.

Tuoba Yu left the tribe alone, swiftly heading towards the Celestial Tomb.

...

Celestial Tomb, within the Dark Valley.

Endless Chaos Qi flowed, with various Order Dao Principles interwoven.

It was as if a slumbering divine being were being nurtured.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao’s slender figure emerged.

He appeared slightly ethereal.

This was the form manifested by Jun Xiaoyao’s Primordial Spirit.

"Not bad, this time’s gains are massive, my cultivation has already advanced to the Quasi-Supreme Realm." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Keep in mind, Jun Xiaoyao was not even thirty years old.

Such a young age, reaching the Quasi-Supreme Realm.

Truly unprecedented throughout the ages.

You wouldn’t find a single one throughout ancient history.

Even those Seed-level Celestial Prides and Young Venerables are at least hundreds or thousands of years old.

Some are even several thousand years old.

Relative to a cultivator’s lifespan, they are very young.

But Jun Xiaoyao is truly young, not just comparatively.

Even by the standards of a hundred-year-old, Jun Xiaoyao is very young.

"And that’s not the limit. With the expansion of my Inner Cosmos, I don’t even need to cultivate deliberately; my realm will naturally rise."

Jun Xiaoyao sighed, even he was astonished by his talent.

No need to cultivate, lying down is stronger than others who cultivate diligently.

Such a demon.

Moreover, my Inner Cosmos has finally transformed into a World of Dust." Jun Xiaoyao noticed another point.

Previously, after being enlightened by the Cyan Emperor.

Jun Xiaoyao understood that the Inner Cosmos also has levels.

World of Dust, Small Thousand World, Middle Thousand World, Great Thousand World, Single Cosmos, Multiverse, etc.

Previously, Jun Xiaoyao’s Inner Cosmos couldn’t even be considered a World of Dust, it was merely Inner Space.

But now, after being nourished by the World Tree.

Jun Xiaoyao’s Inner Cosmos rapidly expanded to over ten light-years, reaching the level of a World of Dust.

With various material and Yin-Yang rules within.

Jun Xiaoyao has finally entered the threshold.

But compared to his contemporaries, who haven’t even developed an Inner Cosmos.

Jun Xiaoyao has far surpassed his peers.

"The Chaos Physique formed by the Chaos Cyan Lotus should take less than a few months to fully develop."

"However, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body infused with the Origin of Dao will take some time to completely transform into the Quasi-Innate Saint Body Dao Embryo."

Jun Xiaoyao estimated.

But that was within his plans.

After all, it’s all his flesh body, no real difference.

By then, the fusion of the Chaos Physique and the Quasi-Innate Saint Body Dao Embryo should be unstoppable.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was feeling a bit bored.

Suddenly, he sensed something, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Interesting, I didn’t expect someone to dare enter this forbidden land, and a mere mortal body at that."

Even though Jun Xiaoyao was unaware of this forbidden land’s details.

He knew it was undoubtedly an Ancient Forbidden Land of the Exotic Realm.

Yet here, in such a perilous place, a young man whose cultivation hasn’t even reached the Ninth Stage of Saint, dared to venture in.

No different from seeking death.

Jun Xiaoyao’s Divine Thought spread out and immediately locked onto that young man.

It turned out to be the young man of the Black Skin Race, Tuoba Yu.

His face was delicate and refined, carrying a look of determination.

Yet his cultivation was unremarkable.

"This..."

Jun Xiaoyao felt a sense of déjà vu.

Isn’t this the classic protagonist setting?

Entering a forbidden land, surviving a near-death experience, unexpectedly gaining an opportunity, then defying fate to become superior.

But the only thing certain is.

This young man doesn’t have such great destiny.

He’s not Long Aotian, Wang Teng, or the like.

"A Slave Race youth, a perfect candidate for spreading teachings."

"And personally crafting a Child of Destiny is quite intriguing."

Jun Xiaoyao still needed to collect the Power of Faith to nurture the Seed of Faith.

It was time to set a chess piece.

This Tuoba Yu seemed like a fitting candidate.