The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1011 - 111: The Statue of Zhang Shangshen

Chapter 1011: Chapter 111: The Statue of Zhang Shangshen

An Ruming looked down like a deity, causing the soldiers guarding the flying island to break out in cold sweats.

In the starry sky, the chosen ones represented a form of deterrence.

It wasn’t just about strength but also the influential families and sects behind them.

Behind every chosen one stood a colossal force, providing resources to aid their growth to the utmost, and once grown, these chosen ones became the most potent protectors of their forces, ensuring their perpetuity generation after generation.

Although there were many chosen ones in the Ancient Immortal Realm, few could match An Ruming.

The creatures before the flying island dispersed, not daring to block An Ruming’s entry into the realm.

An Ruming leaped forward, his white robe fluttering, appearing like a descending hermit, landing on the flying island.

Every flying island had a massive Mechanism City on it, which served as the entrance to the Ancient Immortal Realm’s array.

"How many spirit stones are needed for entry?"

An Ruming strolled towards the city gate, his voice reaching the ears of hundreds of soldiers inside Mechanism City first.

The armored man standing atop the city gate forced himself to appear calm, smiled, and said, "Since you’re a chosen one, why need spirit stones? Please, come in."

An Ruming’s star domain had a good relationship with the Ancient Immortal Realm, so naturally, they dared not obstruct him.

If it were a chosen one from a hostile star domain, they would be killed without question upon discovery.

An Ruming’s expression remained cold, and he did not speak, walking straight into the realm. Meanwhile, the pale blue electric net above the flying island opened a large hole, allowing An Ruming’s Gray Wolf, carrying the golden palace, to swiftly fly into the Ancient Immortal Realm.

This scene sparked discussions among many creatures.

"Truly deserving of being An Ruming, his demeanor is indeed incomparable to ordinary people."

"Why has An Ruming come to our Ancient Immortal Realm?"

"Not sure, but it feels like something big is going to happen."

"I’m also not sure when the Immortal Venerable will come out of seclusion. I feel uneasy with him not around."

"Don’t you know? It’s said that the Heavenly Fetus of the Tao Court Sect is about to awaken."

"Heavenly Fetus? What is that?"

More and more creatures began discussing, the chosen ones themselves bringing countless topics that left the creatures brimming with excitement.

From a distance, Qin Jun withdrew his gaze. He had caught onto a term.

Heavenly Fetus!

Could it be that the chosen ones came to the Ancient Immortal Realm for this so-called Heavenly Fetus?

Even though he had awakened his main soul and possessed tens of thousands of years of memory, he had never heard of the Heavenly Fetus.

Patriarch Bodhi and the other three remained indifferent; they were not interested in any chosen ones. Their goal for this trip was Canghua Immortal Venerable.

After waiting for about half an hour, Qin Jun and his group finally entered the realm. The journey went smoothly, not encountering any incidents like those on Ten Thousand Dharma Island.

"So this is the Ancient Immortal Realm?"

The group of five reached the edge of a cliff and gazed at the vast Ancient Immortal Realm before them. Zhao Gongming couldn’t help but express his awe, such a realm he had never seen in his past life.

Mist swirled around them, countless giant mountains piercing into the clouds, obscuring the cities within the Ancient Immortal Realm, giving rise to a feeling of awe-inspiring altitude and unscalable respect.

"In the future, this place will belong to me!"

Qin Jun chuckled lightly, earning him peculiar looks from the creatures passing by.

Maniac...

That was their thought.

Patriarch Bodhi and his group, however, began to laugh. Qin Jun’s determination was exactly in line with their wishes.

Soon, the five leaped up and flew towards the center of the Ancient Immortal Realm.

There were countless cities in the Ancient Immortal Realm, but only the central city was the most prosperous, and the Immortal Palace was also located at the highest point of this city.

After crossing over the first high mountain, they encountered increasingly more creatures. Below, mountains and rivers were covered with rooftops and farmlands, cultivating spirit rice and other divine natural treasures.

Many creatures also flew back and forth in the sky, making the atmosphere incredibly lively.

Meanwhile, above the clouds, armies were patrolling to prevent anyone from causing trouble within the Ancient Immortal Realm and disturbing the peace.

If even the Immortal Realm was filled with dangers, wouldn’t that be a joke?

Not long after they had entered the realm, Fairy Nansu and Xu Zixian also arrived one after another.

"Four dragons pulling a carriage, Fairy Nansu has arrived!"

"Xu Zixian has arrived too, tsk tsk, Xu Zixian and An Ruming are not on good terms."

"Yun Yinjie has come too, although not as prominent as Xu Zixian, he is still a prodigy!"

"It’s a pity, our Ancient Immortal Realm cannot find a prodigy who can contend with An Ruming."

"An Ruming is too strong to be compared with him, I am curious if the Heavenly Emperor of Qin will come?"

"Heavenly Emperor of Qin? The one who had his subordinates kill Feng Wuheng, Yi Han, and the split body of the Sword Maniac?"

All the creatures in front of the numerous flying islands were discussing, with prodigies gathering, surely the show to follow would be spectacular.

Having the chance to witness the elegance of these prodigies was indeed satisfying.

...

Two days later, Qin Jun and his four companions finally arrived at the Immortal City.

Sitting on Patriarch Bodhi’s Dust Brush, Qin Jun looked out and saw at the horizon’s end an immensely grand city. The city walls alone stood thousands of zhang tall, stretching out to both sides endlessly, making one wonder about the enormous engineering effort and resources it must have taken to build it.

The city gate was slightly ajar, but if one drew closer, the gap appeared quite spacious.

Atop the city gate, a huge statue of a man stood on the city walls, his right hand raised high as if touching the sky. Though his face was not clear, he exuded a spirit of indomitable will.

Qin Jun knew who this statue was–it was none other than Chang Shangshang.

People thought the Nether Lord had only been sealed for a hundred thousand years before reappearing among the living, but that was not the case.

The era of Chang Shangshang and the Nether Lord was incredibly distant, so much so that even Qin Jun could not estimate it accurately.

Perhaps a million years, or perhaps even longer.

Because when he had merged with the Wheel of Fate, he saw the figures of those who had controlled it throughout the eras; among them, there were dozens of people between Chang Shangshang and the White Emperor.

Just the duration since the White Emperor’s departure was nearly two hundred thousand years ago, Chang Shangshang and the Nether Lord were figures even more ancient than the White Emperor.

And the guardian statue on the great wall of the Immortal City was indeed Chang Shangshang, exactly like the image of Chang Shangshang Qin Jun had seen in the Wheel of Fate.

"Could it be that the Ancient Immortal Realm is related to Chang Shangshang?" Qin Jun thought with a frown.

He suddenly felt that the Xuandang realm was far from as simple as he had imagined.

What secrets were hidden in the Xuandang realm, which was acclaimed as the origin land of the gods and immortals?

"It seems I will have to interrogate the Nether Lord later."

Qin Jun thought, stroking his chin. The Nether Lord was imprisoned within the Xuanhuo Mirror, enduring endless torture, and the Xuanhuo Mirror was a gift from Patriarch Bodhi, left by him in the realm of mythology to prevent the Nether Lord’s escape.

As they approached the city gate, Qin Jun and his companions landed and walked leisurely.

Looking around, there were at least several hundred thousand beings near the city gate, some entering and exiting, others setting up stalls on the grassland for trade.

In the city, selling treasures required shops and stalls, all of which required the payment of spirit stones, making it far less convenient than outside the city.

Qin Jun and his party passed through the crowd and headed straight for the city gate.

Just then, a boy of about eleven or twelve suddenly approached, and said mysteriously to Qin Jun, "Big brother, I have a great treasure here, do you want to see it?"

Phew—

Qin Jun almost spat out his saliva, a great treasure?

That was quite ambiguous...

Especially coming from a boy, it was rather amusing.

"Go away."

Qin Jun said gruffly, knowing that a child daring to leave the city was definitely not simple, even if the boy was ragged and filthy, looking just like a beggar.