After returning from the Eastern Imperial Clan, Jun Xiaoyao stayed in the Yun Clan Emperor Clan.
After all, Empress Yue Zhilan hadn't been in the Yun Clan Emperor Clan for long.
As a son, Jun Xiaoyao still had to spend some time with Empress Yue Zhilan.
During this period, two women also visited the Yun Clan Emperor Clan.
They were Yan Qinghua from Jixia Academy, and the Moon God from the Moon God Holy Clan.
They had both been infatuated with Yun Tianya.
As the saying goes, three women make a play.
Originally, Jun Xiaoyao imagined that something might happen.
But to his surprise, Empress Yue Zhilan and the other two seemed to hit it off, like three sisters.
This was completely different from what Jun Xiaoyao had imagined.
However, when the three women gathered, their main topic of discussion was not Yun Tianya, but Jun Xiaoyao.
"Tsk tsk, little Jun Xiaoyao is indeed like his father; he's been rising ever since he arrived at Jixia Academy."
"I'm really looking forward to his future growth."
Yan Qinghua smiled, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
"Of course, he is my son," Empress Yue Zhilan also smiled, her voice filled with pride.
"Jun Xiaoyao is indeed the most Prodigy I have ever seen," the Moon God also nodded.
However, perhaps it was also because of Jun Xiaoyao that he became the topic and lubricant for Empress Yue Zhilan and the others, making their relationship quite good.
Jun Xiaoyao could only let them be.
Of course, there was another reason why Jun Xiaoyao stayed in the Yun Clan Emperor Clan.
He felt that the previous turmoil in the Three Saints Space should not end so quickly.
After all, Jun Xiaoyao had killed four Prodigies from the Royal Lineage.
Three from the Ying Gou lineage, and one from the Jiangchen lineage.
If a few Ba Clan Prodigies died, it wouldn't be too painful for the Ba Clan.
But the fall of Emperor Yuan Rong was definitely a major shock for the Ba Clan.
This was a second-generation Emperor, a direct descendant of the Three Kings of the Ba Clan.
Although he wasn't the strongest Emperor among the second generation, he was still an Emperor.
It would be strange if the Ba Clan still swallowed their anger and made no moves or declarations.
As expected.
Not long after.
A message came from the Border Gate of No Man's Land.
That is, terrifying Undead Fiends groups began to gather, seemingly wanting to attack the Border Gate barrier.
Undead Fiends are the most common fierce creatures in No Man's Land, living beings mutated by the strange aura of No Man's Land.
They had appeared before in the Nandou World.
However, this time, the Demon Tide in No Man's Land was completely different from the Undead Fiends tide that appeared in the Void Fissure in the Nandou World previously.
They were simply not on the same Rank.
The Undead Fiends tide in the Nandou World was like child's play compared to the Demon Tide that was about to appear in No Man's Land.
A Demon Tide of this Rank could easily impact and destroy a world and a Universe, annihilating all living beings within it.
"Is it because of the Ba Clan?"
After receiving this news, Jun Xiaoyao pondered in his heart.
The Black Calamity Race actually has the ability to command Undead Fiends.
Perhaps, this Demon Tide was a statement from the Ba Clan.
It was a prelude to the War they were about to truly ignite.
And it was clear that Jun Xiaoyao was not the only one who thought of this.
In the Boundary Sea, the bigwigs of various forces all thought of this.
"Could it be that this generation's Black Calamity is still unavoidable?"
"This time, it came too quickly. The younger generation in the Boundary Sea is not yet ready."
"Many people lack experience fighting against the Black Calamity Race, and many have not even been to the No Man's Land barrier."
In the Boundary Sea, some old powerhouses of various forces were worried.
This generation's Black Calamity came too quickly; this was just a prelude to the upheaval.
And the living forces of the younger generation in the Boundary Sea had not yet fully risen.
They had not undergone the tempering of blood and fire.
Soon after, all forces in the Boundary Sea reached a consensus.
That is, they would dispatch elite juniors and Prodigies to the No Man's Land barrier for tempering.
They would participate in this War to resist the Demon Tide.
They needed to truly experience the tempering of blood and fire, and understand what cruelty was.
And as the leaders among the Boundary Sea forces, the Eight Great Emperor Clans and the Three Teachings naturally could not be exempt; they had to be at the forefront, dispatching Prodigies to the No Man's Land barrier.
This was truly a ripple that stirred a thousand waves.
Countless Prodigies had mixed feelings.
They were going to No Man's Land.
That was the most strange, most terrifying, and most cruel place.
In that place, family background, power, and so on, would be weakened.
Only true strength could ensure survival.
And at the same time, earn the respect and admiration of others, gaining status.
This was also why the Boundary Sea Gatekeepers was worshipped by all living beings.
They relied on their own strength to guard the No Man's Land barrier, gaining positions and identities of extreme glory.
Like gods on earth.
In the following time, all forces also began to prepare.
Many Prodigies felt excited, some anxious, and some, filled with fear, apprehension, and even dread.
But no matter what, this was something they had to experience eventually.
It was just a matter of time.
The Yun Clan Emperor Clan naturally also had to send people.
"Jun Xiaoyao, it doesn't matter whether you go or not; it's all up to you. No one can force you to go."
Yun Hongbo and others said to Jun Xiaoyao.
They didn't care whether Jun Xiaoyao went or not; it was all up to his own arrangements.
"Of course, I have to go. I have to experience it sooner or later anyway, so it doesn't matter if I adapt to it in advance."
Jun Xiaoyao was willing to go.
Because he knew that this generation's Annihilation Black Calamity basically spread from No Man's Land.
Before coming to the Boundary Sea, he had obtained information about the Annihilation Black Calamity from the Wu Zhong Bell left by Emperor Wu Zhong.
This was the expectation of Emperor Wu Zhong.
He hoped that Jun Xiaoyao could stop the Annihilation Black Calamity.
Although Jun Xiaoyao's main purpose in coming to the Boundary Sea was not to stop the Annihilation Black Calamity.
However, as for the expectation left by Emperor Wu Zhong, if he had the ability, Jun Xiaoyao still wanted to fulfill it.
It could also be considered fulfilling one of Emperor Wu Zhong's last wishes.
Yun Hongbo and the others were not surprised by Jun Xiaoyao's decision.
They knew that with Jun Xiaoyao's personality, even if he went to No Man's Land, he would probably be calm and fearless.
In addition to Jun Xiaoyao, Yun Xuanxu, Yun Yusheng, Yun Qinglin, and other members of the younger generation would also go for tempering.
This day.
Outside Yun Sheng Star.
Several incomparably vast golden ships, like mountains, floated in the starry sky.
They were majestic and grand.
Jun Xiaoyao and the younger generation of the Yun Clan Emperor Clan were among them.
"Jun Xiaoyao, be careful in everything."
Empress Yue Zhilan appeared, her beautiful eyes filled with reluctance and concern.
"Mother, don't worry," Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Yiyi did not go with him but stayed in the Yun Clan Emperor Clan to accompany Empress Yue Zhilan.
With her strength, she didn't need to go to No Man's Land.
Not to mention her true identity was a bit sensitive, and it wouldn't be good if something unexpected happened then.
"I'm waiting for you to make a name for yourself in No Man's Land!"
Aunt Yun Luoluo, dressed in white with dark hair, with icy skin and jade bones, was exceedingly ethereal. She smiled at Jun Xiaoyao, her beauty illuminating the heavens and earth.
She didn't need to go to No Man's Land for tempering.
After bidding farewell one by one, Jun Xiaoyao and the others set off.
The golden ships traversed the starry Universe.
"Let me see what mysteries this so-called No Man's Land holds."
Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distant sky, without fear, only anticipation.