Chapter 153: The Forty-Ninth Layer, the Mysterious Ghost-Faced Girl, the Divine Power of the Heavenly Hand

The Heavenly Dao Tower has a total of fifty floors.

However, it is rumored that no one can set foot on the fiftieth floor.

It is said to be the resting place of the Reincarnation Holy Spirit.

Since ancient times, the forty-ninth floor has been the highest level of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

In the recent ancient era, Jun Xiaoyao was the only prodigy to reach the forty-ninth floor of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

Whether he could ultimately pass through or not is another matter; merely reaching this point is already a miracle that will be recorded in history.

"Forty-ninth floor!"

The outside world went wild, countless cultivators were shocked beyond measure, feeling they were witnessing a moment worthy of being inscribed in history.

The Grand Elder of the academy also felt a tremor in his heart.

Even though he was a powerful Holy Master, he was deeply shaken at this moment.

At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed from deep within the Holy Spirit Academy, reaching the Grand Elder's ears.

The speaker was the president of the Holy Spirit Academy.

After hearing the transmission, the Grand Elder's face was filled with astonishment. "What? Is it really going to be like this?"

His emotions were complex; he never expected the academy to make such a decision.

"It must be that the Jun family's divine son possesses extraordinary talent and strength; otherwise, the president and the others wouldn't have made this decision," the Grand Elder sighed deeply.

It was truly astonishing that an ancient academy with countless years of heritage would bow to a boy of merely a dozen years.

As the outside world fell into madness, Jun Xiaoyao had already entered the space of the forty-ninth floor.

He was also curious about what kind of extraordinary figure the guardian of the forty-ninth floor would be.

At that moment, a sprinkle of light rain fell from the opposite side.

A hazy and graceful figure appeared.

It was a girl, her skin as white as snow, shrouded in mist, making her hard to see clearly.

She wore a ghostly mask on her face.

The gaze behind the mask was deep and cold, emanating a faint glow.

On her finger, she wore a bronze ring that sometimes transformed into a bell, sometimes into a cauldron, and sometimes into a sword.

"Hmm?" Jun Xiaoyao sensed an unusual aura.

He actually felt a hint of danger.

This was quite unbelievable for Jun Xiaoyao.

He had come this far, overpowering the prodigies of the world, and not a single one had been able to harm him, let alone make him feel a sense of danger.

Yet the girl before him, wearing a ghostly mask, was rare in evoking such a feeling.

This sensation was too novel for him; it was an experience he had never had before.

At this moment, the ghost-faced girl spoke in a haunting voice.

"The flowers of the other shore bloom in seven colors, and when they fall, they become immortals for a thousand years..."

"Brother... where are you..."

After saying this, the girl's deep gaze suddenly turned towards Jun Xiaoyao.

"Brother... it's you..."

"What do you mean?" Jun Xiaoyao frowned, unable to grasp the situation.

When did he have a sister?

"No... no way... you aren't..."

The ghost-faced girl suddenly began to shake her head frantically, her gaze behind the mask seemingly turning blood-red.

A sea of blood-colored other shore flowers spread from beneath her feet, transforming into a realm devoid of life.

"This is not good..."

Jun Xiaoyao's expression changed, and he took action. He directly unleashed the Holy Body's manifestation, with ten thousand saints bowing in reverence.

Countless saintly figures emerged from the void, bowing towards him.

A terrifying pressure spread out, colliding with the girl's realm of other shore flowers.

One side was the Holy Body's manifestation, and the other was the ghost-faced girl's eerie domain. In an instant, the entire space shattered and cracked.

Surrounding them fell into absolute darkness, with only Jun Xiaoyao and the ghost-faced girl standing opposite each other.

She attacked Jun Xiaoyao, her bronze ring transforming into a bronze longsword, rushing towards him.

With a single slash, the sword light surged like a hanging galaxy, its power terrifying to the extreme.

It could be said that most of the prodigies of this era would struggle to withstand even a casual strike from this ghost-faced girl.

Jun Xiaoyao did not hold back either; he knew this ghost-faced girl was peculiar and could not be measured by common sense.

He unleashed the Weapon Suppression Technique, summoning countless divine weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes, and hooks—into a torrent, clashing with the ghost-faced girl's sword.

Her single strike cut through the torrent of divine weapons.

The sword's momentum did not diminish as it aimed directly at Jun Xiaoyao's head.

"Interesting, it's been a while since I've encountered a worthy opponent."

Jun Xiaoyao felt no fear; instead, he sensed a long-lost excitement.

It was rare to meet an opponent who could evoke a sense of danger in him.

Jun Xiaoyao took out the Infinity Gauntlet, a purple-gold glove radiating divine light, with a holy aura emanating from it.

This glove was forged from the bones of a Holy King, combined with a trace of divine patterns, its power was naturally beyond words.

Jun Xiaoyao donned the glove on his right hand and directly faced the ghost-faced girl's bronze longsword.

With a clang, a violent spark erupted, and the metallic resonance shook the surroundings.

The ghost-faced girl was directly pushed back, nearly losing her grip on the bronze longsword.

"Not bad." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly at this scene.

His ancient holy body, combined with the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique, along with the Infinity Gauntlet, made his punch capable of creating a hole in the heavens.

If he were to add the Great Luo Immortal Bone, the power would be unimaginable.

The ghost-faced girl took his punch and was merely pushed back, which was enough to prove her astonishing strength.

However, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was still insufficient!

"If only I could find a suitable boxing technique," Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly.

If he could have a supreme boxing technique to pair with the Infinity Gauntlet and his own physical strength, the sensation would be unbelievable.

The ghost-faced girl attacked again, her other delicate hand sweeping out, conjuring countless other shore flowers, giving off an ominous feeling.

"This technique..." Jun Xiaoyao's gaze sharpened.

He had vaguely heard that in another realm, there was an immortal imperial clan known as the Other Shore Clan.

It was rumored that their true form was the eerie other shore flower.

However, to conclude that this ghost-faced girl was related to that other realm based solely on this was somewhat hasty.

"Forget it, I should focus on the present," Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

His main priority now was to pass this trial.

Even if this ghost-faced girl had called him brother, Jun Xiaoyao would still eliminate her.

He was a heartless trial machine.

Jun Xiaoyao's chest erupted with blazing light.

It was the Supreme Bone's divine ability, the Celestial Calamity Light.

The terrifying calamity light illuminated the surrounding darkness.

This light seemed like a calamity descending from the heavens.

The ghost-faced girl also activated her ultimate move, and a dark vortex appeared, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

The Celestial Calamity Light was actually absorbed into it.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao's Supreme Bone erupted with overwhelming divine energy once more.

The blazing calamity light gathered, transforming into a colossal hand imprinted with endless runes!

That calamity light giant hand seemed like a decree descending from the heavens, ready to annihilate all living beings!

It was the complete form of the first great divine ability of the Supreme Bone, the Hand of the Heavens!

Boom!

The Hand of the Heavens pressed down, creating waves that shattered the already broken space into endless dust!

Even the eerie ghost-faced girl was on the verge of collapse under the overwhelming pressure of the Hand of the Heavens.

In the moment her figure was about to vanish.

Jun Xiaoyao seemed to see tears shimmering beneath the mask.

"Will we meet again, brother..."