Chapter 861: Chapter 545: Mysterious Immortal Upon hearing the tragic news, Jun Huang’s mind nearly went blank. The tone of the Sun-Eroding Cry was gentle, but every word fell into his ears like the weighty thunder of ten thousand pounds, striking his Divine Soul, almost bringing his thoughts to a halt. The muffled rumble of the surrounding rolling magma, along with the scorching wind howling in the Void, seemed to be suddenly pulled away, separated by a thick barrier, making it difficult to hear clearly for a moment. When he learned that his sister, Jun Yixue, successfully earned a spot to enter the Heaven Burial Palace, he was immensely joyful. After all, it was an opportunity beyond the reach of ordinary people; he could even imagine his sister’s jubilant yet pretended calm appearance. All these years, he had been relentlessly practicing, enduring inhuman torture. Apart from the pursuit of the ultimate Martial Path, how could there not be a thought in his mind? He wanted to become strong enough to bring his sister to the Martial Pavilion with dignity in the future, so she would no longer be bound by the Xuri Heavenly Sect, enjoying all due respect, and no one would dare to bully her again. Countless times during breaks in training, he lay exhausted on the scorching rocks, gazing at the eternally dusky sky, fantasizing about the reunion scenes with his sister. Those were many warm and simple pictures. But amidst all these fantasies, none was like what was before him… Jun Huang’s gaze appeared a bit hollow, losing focus, his head hanging low, pupils unconsciously reflecting the rolling and roaring crimson magma below, like the entrance to Hell. The heated wind blew against his blood-stained black hair and the Martial Robe already tattered and covered in dragon blood and ashes, but the high temperature, enough to melt gold and iron, brought no warmth at this moment. In this fiery inferno, he felt a profound coldness in his limbs and bones. The Sun-Eroding Cry stood quietly beside him, offering no words of comfort, silently watching his direct disciple process this sudden, massive shock. He had seen too much of life and death, too many farewells. At moments , any words were pale and powerless. Check latest chapters at 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 After a long time, the void at the bottom of Jun Huang’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a near-numb calm. He took a deep breath; the burning air stung his lungs, slightly calming his confused mind. He turned around, bowing again to the Sun-Eroding Cry, his voice somewhat dry: “Thank you… Master, for telling me.” His expression still slightly dazed, as if a part of his soul remained stuck in that blank shock, unable to fully return. “In a few days, I will hold a formal apprenticeship ceremony for you in the Martial Pavilion,” the Sun-Eroding Cry said still calmly. “By then, all influential forces of every cosmic race will send representatives to witness it; prepare yourself accordingly.” In his view, the demise of Jun Yixue might not be entirely bad for Jun Huang. Even if the girl had fortunately returned alive, it would be hard for her to live long. Moreover, he had long seen that Jun Huang’s fate was special, rife with evil energy, and thin family ties were a fate determined by Heaven, not something to be forced. Now that he hadn’t seen Jun Yixue for a long time, the deep emotions from youth might have been diluted by the long years and harsh cultivation. The blow was heavy, but not enough to completely break him. If he were to truly bring Jun Yixue to his side, spending day and night together, with deepening emotions over time, any unexpected incident would deal an even heavier blow to Jun Huang, possibly even destroying his path. “Thank you, Master.” Jun Huang bowed again, his voice deep. The apprentice ceremony, which should have been an incomparable honor, was met with a slight tug at his lips in an attempt to smile, but ultimately, he could not smile. The long-held desire for familial joy carefully preserved in his heart was, at this moment, like ashes scattered by the wind, totally extinguished. After a moment of silence, the unresolved bitterness and coldness in his chest finally broke through the dam of reason. He suddenly lifted his head, with one last trace of unwilling struggle in his eyes, hoarsely asking: “Master, can you find out who exactly killed my sister?” The Sun-Eroding Cry looked at the suppressed hatred in Jun Huang’s eyes, paused for a moment, and slowly shook his head: “This time, in the Heaven Burial Palace, only three people survived: Yun Tianji of the Immortal Court, Zheng Chu, and an unknown third person. These three have received the protection of Heavenly Fate, concealing their karmic destiny, making it extremely difficult to deduce their past precisely. Therefore, finding out is exceedingly difficult.” He did not hide it, honestly sharing the known details. The traces of these three people had long been attempted to be deduced by the Ancient Ancestors, but no clues could be found. Moreover, among the hundred thousand prodigies, Jun Yixue was too inconspicuous. It might even be that no one remembers where she died. After all, the causes of death for those Half-step Emperors are still difficult to ascertain now. Hearing this, Jun Huang’s gaze dimmed slightly. He hung his head, staying silent for a long time before speaking: “I understand, thanks for your efforts, Master.” Looking at the result, if not for being taken into the Martial Pavilion, he might already be dead now. He did not ask any further, but the names Yun Tianji and Zheng Chu were firmly remembered by him. Jun Huang said no more, suddenly turning around and stepping towards the boiling sea of magma, with his vital energy and blood erupting like a suppressed volcano, using blood as bait to fish for dragons. In a moment, several fierce True Dragons were drawn by his blood energy, roaring and launching out from the depths of the magma to attack. In Jun Huang’s eyes, a blood-red Blood Evil Qi instantly covered, as he let out a low roar, facing them directly without dodging.