Jun Zhangjian's record of five million jin had been maintained on the Taiyue Ancient Stele for a long time.
It wasn't to say he was the strongest among the entire younger generation of the Jun family.
Many of the other Sequences were cultivating outside or in seclusion and hadn't tested their physical strength on the Taiyue Ancient Stele at all.
At this moment, seeing Jun Xiaoyao about to make a move, everyone's gazes converged.
After all, Jun Xiaoyao was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and was enfeoffed as the Divine Son at birth.
His every move attracted attention from all directions.
If Jun Xiaoyao's performance was subpar, although no one would dare to mock him openly, they would clearly have some reservations in their hearts.
Jun Zhantian, hidden in the void, also felt a rare nervousness.
Whether Jun Xiaoyao could establish his prestige in the Jun family for the first time depended on his performance this time.
Jun Xiaoyao himself hadn't thought so much; he simply wanted to test his strength after breaking through.
He clenched his five fingers into a fist, simple and unadorned.
Jun Xiaoyao felt as if a thousand giant elephants were rampaging within his body, terrifying power transmitting from his meridians and muscles to the front of his fist.
Boom!
Jun Xiaoyao punched the Taiyue Ancient Stele. The illusory golden divine elephant behind him seemed to strike out along with him.
In an instant, the entire ancient stele roared and trembled violently!
A dazzling number appeared on the Taiyue Ancient Stele.
Ten million jin!
Hiss...
All the Jun family disciples looked aghast, desperately rubbing their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing!
Only three years old, ten million jin of immense strength!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it!
Lan Qingya's pretty eyes widened, her delicate body trembled slightly, her heart deeply shaken!
Although she was unwilling to admit it, the Taiyue Ancient Stele had never made a mistake!
Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes also shook, further confirming the guess in her heart.
Even Jun Zhantian, hidden in the shadows, his old face was stunned, looking somewhat comical.
However, the matter was not over!
Cracks, centered on Jun Xiaoyao's fist, spread out in all directions like a spiderweb.
"This..."
Jun Xiaoyao himself was also stunned.
He swore he definitely didn't intentionally destroy public property.
Crack!
Under everyone's dazed gazes, the Taiyue Ancient Stele shattered inch by inch, finally collapsing completely, breaking into countless pieces.
At the moment of collapse, a voice that seemed to come from ancient times resounded throughout the entire Jun family!
"Re-establishing the Myriad Ages Extreme Realm, bestowing a Heavenly Dao Reward!"
This voice came from the void, incomparably grand, as if a Great Emperor was whispering.
But the words spoken caused utter shock in all ten directions!
Myriad Ages Extreme Realm!
What did this represent?
It represented that from ancient times to the present, across countless epochs, at Jun Xiaoyao's age, no one had stronger physical strength than him.
Even ancient Great Emperors and ancient Imperial Supremes, at the age of three, could not compare to Jun Xiaoyao in terms of physical body!
This was an absolutely terrifying record!
In comparison, Jun Zhangjian's record of five million jin seemed so shabby.
"Lord Divine Son has broken the Myriad Ages Extreme Realm!" Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes shone incredibly brightly, flashing with a peculiar light.
If before, she only had suspicions, then now, she was fifty percent certain!
Jun Xiaoyao might very well be that invincible existence from the corner of the future, with his back to all beings!
Lan Qingya's face was pale. This record was too terrifying; she couldn't even begin to imagine it.
Remembering how she had previously guessed Jun Xiaoyao only had one hundred thousand jin of strength, Lan Qingya felt somewhat embarrassed, her face flushing red.
"Haha, grandson, amazing!"
Jun Zhantian couldn't help but appear from the void, his face beaming, smiling from ear to ear.
The corner of Jun Xiaoyao's mouth twitched. Why did those words sound like a curse?
The other Jun family disciples, seeing Jun Zhantian appear, all bowed and said, "Greetings, Clan Elder!"
"Grandpa, this Taiyue Ancient Stele is broken..." Jun Xiaoyao said speechlessly.
"It's fine, it's broken then it's broken. You've brought a huge surprise to our Jun family again!" Jun Zhantian was overjoyed.
Compared to the Myriad Ages record set by Jun Xiaoyao, what did a broken Taiyue Ancient Stele matter?
At this moment, in the void, a ball of chaotic light emerged and finally landed in Jun Xiaoyao's hand.
This was the reward for breaking the Myriad Ages Extreme Realm.
Jun Xiaoyao looked closely and found it was a jade slip.
Probing it with his divine sense, Jun Xiaoyao was amazed to find that this jade slip recorded a supreme soul refining technique.
Chaotic Divine Millstone Visualization Method!
"Interesting. Is this to make both my physical body and divine soul invincible?"
Jun Xiaoyao chuckled to himself.
His physical body had already broken the extreme realm, unparalleled in ancient times. With this supreme soul refining technique, when his physical body and divine soul both reached perfection, who could be his match?
Thinking this, Jun Xiaoyao put away the jade slip, deciding to comprehend it carefully later.
At this time, a streak of light approached from a distance. It was a Jun family clan elder of considerably high status, who announced loudly.
"The Eighteenth Ancestor has sensed it. The Myriad Ages Extreme Realm has been broken. Reward Divine Son Jun Xiaoyao with three Immortal Divine Herbs!"
The clan elder's words once again caused an uproar in all directions.
A group of Jun family disciples' eyes turned red with jealousy!
Immortal Divine Herbs were extremely precious existences.
Generally speaking, even a first-rate power in the Immortal Realm might only possess one or two Immortal Divine Herbs.
Although the Jun family was an ancient aristocratic family with a profound foundation, they didn't have many Immortal Divine Herbs.
To bestow three Immortal Divine Herbs at once, this had never happened before in the Jun family!
However, considering Jun Xiaoyao had broken a Myriad Ages record, this reward seemed well-deserved.
Lan Qingya was so shocked she was somewhat numb.
She still remembered vividly how Jun Zhangjian once had the fortune to obtain one Immortal Divine Herb and practically worshipped it like an ancestor, reluctant to even use it.
But Jun Xiaoyao received three at once. The contrast was too great.
"Convey my thanks to the Eighteenth Ancestor for the reward," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, neither arrogant nor impatient.
He was also preparing to return to the Heavenly Emperor Palace for secluded cultivation to digest his recent gains.
Jun Linglong hesitated slightly, bit her jade lip, and finally took a lotus step forward, saying with a忐忑 (nervous) heart, "Divine Son, please wait."
"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao turned his head and saw Jun Linglong.
Her palace dress enveloped her exquisitely proportioned figure, which was just beginning to show its scale.
Her golden, slightly curled long hair was crystalline and dazzling, making her flawless jade face appear even fairer and more delicate, her temperament unparalleled.
"You are?" Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled.
"This humble girl, Jun Linglong, greets Divine Son Xiaoyao," Jun Linglong said, appearing slightly flustered.
Her personality had always been calm and composed, her temperament noble and elegant.
But facing Jun Xiaoyao at this moment, Jun Linglong felt ordinary to her very core, unable to muster even a hint of arrogance.
"Is there something?" Jun Xiaoyao said faintly.
The golden-haired girl indeed looked very pleasing to the eye, but Jun Xiaoyao wasn't the type to be unable to walk upon seeing a woman.
Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao's attitude was rather indifferent.
Jun Linglong felt a rare nervousness in her heart. After bowing to Jun Xiaoyao, she parted her lips and said.
"Linglong hopes to become the Divine Son's follower!"
As the words fell, the entire martial arts arena fell deathly silent.
Many male Jun family disciples' faces turned pale, their hearts shattering on the ground.
In their eyes, the noble lady Linglong, who was high above and could only be admired from afar but not defiled, was now bowing and proactively offering to become someone else's follower.
This feeling was as if the goddess in their hearts was proactively offering to become someone else's plaything.
(End of this chapter)