125: While others are still fighting for the inheritance, Jun Lingxiao has already spread his own inheritance.

The same scene also appeared in the various great Families of the Ten Directions Immortal Court, with countless people looking at the sweeping purple light. Some, seeing such a novel sight, didn't realize that a new era was about to begin.

This world would no longer be an era where Prodigies contended for supremacy, where the Family with more Prodigies or stronger Prodigies held the right to speak.

Instead, it would be an era where only the Divine Authority Holder had the right to intervene and speak, an era centered around the Divine Authority Holder.

Those in the know had already begun to search for information, determined to discover who this first Divine Authority Holder was, so they could pledge their allegiance immediately.

If one were to say that effort could catch up to talent...

Then the four words, 'Heaven-Bestowed Divine Authority,' could suppress all of everyone's effort and talent beneath one's feet!

This was a power even stronger than Law, its might even... directly rivaling the Heavenly Emperor!

It was not a Cultivation that defied the heavens and created fortune, but truly Heaven-Bestowed Divine Authority. How could your Acquired Cultivation compare?

"This is...?"

"The seventh purple light?"

"Something's not right. Why isn't the pillar of light rising?"

The Great Emperors who were sitting outside the Secret Realm, gambling, naturally also saw this scene.

Everyone unconsciously stood up, looking into the Secret Realm, all contemplating that impossible legend.

But the Divine Authority purple light had already appeared; they certainly couldn't deceive themselves. All those present were Great Emperors, and their knowledge wouldn't be shallow. The light of Heaven-Bestowed Divine Authority was unique in the world; this light would sweep across the entire Three Thousand Dao Provinces, even the foreign lands would be no exception—it was a true declaration to the world.

Just as everyone looked into the Secret Realm, Jun Wenhao was the last to stand up. He looked at the scene with deep eyes, a bit hesitant, vaguely sensing an incomparably familiar aura from this purple light.

"Lingxiao?"

At the same time, in a bustling mortal market in a certain part of the Lower Thousand Realm.

A man, who had been sitting drowsily in front of a fortune-telling stand, suddenly felt something. He looked at the sweeping purple light, pinched his fingers, and a smile immediately appeared on his serious face.

"It's you."

"The great era has arrived, Jun Lingxiao of the Jun Family. You are already on your path."

"Since that's the case, I should also go pave the way."

"I'll be waiting for you in the foreign lands."

After speaking, he stood up, and his figure immediately dissipated, leaving only a fortune-telling stand and a cloth banner emblazoned with the words 'Dao Xuan' fluttering in the wind.

Meanwhile, in an independent Small World in the Upper Thousand Provinces.

A figure stood in a mountain Dao field, looking up at the sky, murmuring to himself:

"Is the Human Emperor... in the Ten Directions Immortal Court?"

"It seems our hidden Human Emperor Hall should finally emerge."

Because of Jun Lingxiao alone, some mysterious forces in the Three Thousand Provinces all began to operate.

The era of Prodigy prosperity thus quietly became a thing of the past.

Outside the Secret Realm, the winds were rising, but inside the Secret Realm, not as much was happening.

Jun Lingxiao was in the independent space of the Human Emperor Dao field; the pillar of light did not appear, but the purple light still swept over everyone.

However, at this moment, those outside the underground palace were busy hunting exotic beasts to obtain tokens, hoping to achieve a good Rank, while those inside the underground palace were busy looking for Opportunities and Legacies. The sudden purple light was neither heavy nor light, and not many people paid attention to it.

"Damn it, he really lives up to his name. What a commotion."

"But is there really an Opportunity in this thing?"

Jun Hongxuan first looked up in Jun Lingxiao's direction, then continued to look down and ponder Jun Lingxiao's sword with Jun Shun.

Jun Shun was merely a Disciple of the main Family. Although he had some Rank, he was not worth mentioning in front of Jun Hongxuan, the Tenth Dao Child, so he could only stare blankly from the side, occasionally offering reminders.

"Dao Child, you can't hold it like that. Be careful not to scratch it... This is just a standard issue sword with no spell formations..."

Jun Shun was eager to touch it but couldn't. When he had held it earlier, he had done so with reverence, not even having time to examine it closely.

Seeing Jun Hongxuan's somewhat rough movements, this sword-loving person could no longer bear it and directly grabbed Jun Hongxuan's hand, preventing his claws from defiling this treasured sword.

The two held the iron sword before their eyes, examining it for a long time. In the end, it was Jun Shun who came up with an idea.

"Dao Child, why don't you hold the sword and strike the same pose as the Divine Son?"

He said.

Jun Hongxuan, half-believing, tied the sword to his waist, carefully pondering in his mind how Jun Lingxiao used this sword.

But unexpectedly, he couldn't replicate even a fraction of it!

It even looked a bit comical.

"Hey! That's strange. How does he strike such a flashy and handsome pose while still looking so natural, yet when I do it, it feels so weird?"

Jun Hongxuan pondered left and right without an answer, then casually reached out to draw the sword.

But the next moment! An anomaly occurred!

Jun Hongxuan's eyes instantly turned crimson, and countless voices seemed to echo in his mind.

Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword!

"Draw the sword..."

He murmured unconsciously, reaching out to draw the sword. The next moment, he snapped back to his senses, threw the sword away, and collapsed to the ground in extreme terror.

It wasn't that his mind was firm; it was that the sword simply couldn't be drawn!

Otherwise, he would probably have already fallen into madness!

Jun Hongxuan, having regained his senses, his pupils dilated, his back soaked in cold sweat.

"My heavens, he's been holding this thing all this time?"

He was scared.

Jun Shun, on the other hand, looked curious, completely unaware of how perilous Jun Hongxuan's situation had just been.

Then Jun Hongxuan recounted the experience to Jun Shun, but as he recalled the details, he fell into a trance.

"I saw a man, a man like a beggar, constantly drawing his sword, swinging his sword, but at the same time..."

"I also saw Jun Lingxiao."

"I saw him in the Divine Son Hall, facing a wooden stake, from morning till night, drawing his sword, swinging his sword, drawing his sword... swinging his sword..."

As Jun Hongxuan spoke, carefully recalling the scene he had just witnessed, his tone gradually slowed.

Only now did he realize how much effort Jun Lingxiao had put in where he couldn't see. Countless draws of the sword, countless swings of the sword—it wasn't just physical training, but more like a kind of will.

It was a confident sword strike that, despite being a Mortal Sword, a mortal move, could still... cut down even a god!

A will that declared, 'My heart is like a sword; no matter what stands before me, I will cut it down with a single stroke!'

As he spoke, Jun Hongxuan picked up the sword again and assumed the pose of Jun Lingxiao from his memory.

"I remember it was like this... No, no, it should be like this... No, it should be like this... The angle of the sword strike... The force of drawing the sword... The posture of the feet, the force, the entire network of meridians... Mobilizing Dao power, transforming an ordinary sword draw into a Law... A sword strike!"

Jun Hongxuan spoke, his expression resolute, but the next moment he smiled and handed the sword to Jun Shun.

Because this sword... he still couldn't draw it.

Then he dismissed Jun Shun, struck a pose, his eyes sharpening, and the sword at his waist sprang from its sheath!

Whoosh! A flash of white sword light streaked by, splitting a large rock in front into two!

"Dao Child! Dao Child!!! You did it!!!"

Jun Hongxuan's talent was naturally extraordinary to become a Dao Child, and besides, imitating something wasn't a matter of high skill, so he wasn't actually surprised.

Jun Shun, however, was overjoyed to see this scene, but then he turned to look at Jun Hongxuan's face and found that Jun Hongxuan at this moment looked utterly exhausted, his face completely pale, which, combined with his white hair, was a bit eerie.

He quickly stepped forward to support him.

"I'm fine."

Jun Hongxuan waved his hand casually. As it appeared on the surface, his condition was indeed at its worst, but the smile on his lips could not be erased.

"What kind of success is this? It's just following in his footsteps, step by step, mimicking him. It doesn't even have one ten-thousandth of his Concept."

"But... is this your path, the scenery in your eyes?"

At this point, Jun Hongxuan's mouth was filled with bitterness.

With the death of his only relative, Rong Junxian, he felt like a lonely ghost. Even watching Jun Lingxiao surpass him, he would only pat his shoulder and say, 'How amazing, awesome.'

But only today did he realize.

He could be so carefree, so peaceful, and remain immersed in that past sorrow because Jun Lingxiao bore everything alone.

Since the appearance of him, the Divine Son, all the burdens that originally rested on the ten Dao Children fell upon Jun Lingxiao alone, to the extent that the existence of the Dao Children had somewhat faded from everyone's sight.

But the result of this was that Jun Lingxiao bore everything, striving for everyone's share as well.

"You never urged me to Cultivate, you even accompanied me in my degeneration, drank with me on the eaves. Was it... that you bore my share too?"

Jun Hongxuan said, lowering his eyes, his voice soft. Suddenly, his nose stung.

This emotion came so suddenly that it made him feel like an animal!

At the same time... he was also genuinely grateful... grateful to have a friend like Jun Lingxiao.

Thinking this, he subconsciously turned his head to look in Jun Lingxiao's direction, and just then, he saw the purple light soaring into the sky, straight to the clouds!