The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1013: Immortal Palace

Chapter 1013: Chapter 1013: Immortal Palace

"How can this be... Could it be that Canghua Immortal Venerable isn’t in seclusion within the Immortal City?"

Qin Jun frowned and muttered to himself. On the way here, he had learned that Canghua Immortal Venerable had been in secluded cultivation for hundreds of years.

If Canghua Immortal Venerable wasn’t present, he naturally couldn’t make a big fuss in the Ancient Immortal Realm.

Revenge was second on his list, the most important thing was the sacred book.

"Then, can you sense the sacred book? Such a divine artifact should have a distinctive aura," Qin Jun continued to ask.

Patriarch Bodhi stared at the peak in the center of the Immortal City for a while and slowly said, "I cannot sense it, the Immortal Palace seems to be obscured by the Heavenly Secrets, preventing a clear perception. I can only be sure that there are no Manifesting Saints within it."

Heavenly Secrets?

Qin Jun listened and felt even more vexed, meaning the Immortal Palace was protected by the Heavenly Dao?

Thinking this, he said in a deep voice, "First, we will find an inn to stay at. Afterwards, you will lead me to sneak into the Immortal Palace to see if the sacred book is there."

The reason he didn’t want to startle the snake was in case the sacred book wasn’t in the Immortal Palace but on Canghua Immortal Venerable himself.

Currently, the whereabouts of Canghua Immortal Venerable were a mystery, and if he found out that the Ancient Immortal Realm had been taken by them, he might flee.

For the life of the Black Butterfly Fairy, Qin Jun had to restrain his impatience.

Patriarch Bodhi and his group of four had no objections and continued to walk along the street.

The streets within the Immortal City were even more prosperous, the narrowest being over a hundred meters wide, yet they were still crowded, especially with beings from other races with large physiques, some of whom could occupy half the street by themselves.

After walking through more than a dozen streets, the most common sight for Qin Jun was the trading stalls, as lively as ever.

In Qin Jun’s imagination, the Immortal City should be shrouded in mist, sparsely populated. Yet here it resembled a miasmic haze, the passing beings devoid of celestial grace. Aside from the Human Clan cultivators, most resembled demons and ghosts.

"If I were to govern the Immortal City, I would definitely reform it,"

Qin Jun huffed. The Immortal City should be a place where only deities are qualified to enter, not like now where anyone can enter by paying spirit stones.

It’s a step down in class!

Fuxi nodded and said, "Even the Demon Clan’s Heavenly Court isn’t as mixed and chaotic as this."

Zhao Gongming and Qiang Liang, on the other hand, quite liked this atmosphere.

Zhao Gongming hailed from the Jie Sect, renowned for its philosophy of "no distinction in teaching, all immortals welcomed", which does not hold prejudice based on race, similar to the Immortal City.

There’s no need to mention Qiang Liang; the Witch Clan didn’t place much importance on etiquettes and enjoyed boisterous scenes, or else the twelve Ancestor Witches wouldn’t have founded the Witch Clan due to loneliness.

Although Patriarch Bodhi did not voice his opinion, his eyes betrayed his disdain.

Both Taoism and Buddhism valued serenity, so naturally, he was no exception.

The street was filled with shouts, hawking, and clamor, hardly resembling an Immortal City. How was it different from a mortal marketplace?

The only difference was that the spiritual energy in the Immortal City was incredibly abundant, and cultivating here would surely double one’s progress.

At the same time.

On the street at the front of the North City Gate, the slovenly boy wandered aimlessly, a piece of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth.

This lad showed no signs of being frightened by Qiang Liang, instead looking around at the passersby with a provoking expression.

"The bloodline aura of that boy just now was strong; these insects are so weak,"

muttered the scruffy boy in a tone that was shockingly blasphemous.

Then he looked up at the towering peak in the center of the city, grinning and saying, "Canghua brat, daddy’s here again, waiting for you in your den!"

...

At the West City Gate, Fairy Nansu, accompanied by her cat demon Seven, took a leisurely stroll toward the center of the city. Even behind a veil, her presence drew the attention of the beings around her.

People soon recognized her identity, which made them hesitant to come near her.

Fairy Nansu, although renowned for her beauty throughout the stars, was decisive in her actions—who would dare provoke her?

"I wonder if the Heavenly Emperor of Qin has arrived yet,"

Fairy Nansu said softly. Ever since she witnessed Qin Jun crossing tribulation, she had taken a keen interest in him. Could this man be the next prodigy?

Furthermore, the depth of the Old Taoist under Qin Jun’s command was unfathomable, and she was curious about which power Qin Jun hailed from.

She even had a feeling that Qin Jun would have a hand in the affair of the Heavenly Fetus in the Ancient Immortal Realm this time.

"Why is the fairy so attentive to the Heavenly Emperor of Qin? Seeking revenge?"

Seven, the cat demon, teased with a laugh. It was rare to see Fairy Nansu at a disadvantage, but lately, it had happened twice, both because of the Heavenly Emperor of Qin.

Once during the Lu River Great World incident, and once when Qin Jun was crossing tribulation.

"What revenge is there to be had? It’s merely a lack of strength to seize the treasure, that’s all,"

Fairy Nansu chuckled. Beneath her veil, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards in a slight smile, her sparkling eyes bewitching and soul-stirring. Some of the male cultivators passing by were so enchanted they nearly stopped dead in their tracks.

Not just Fairy Nansu, at the same time, Xu Zixian also entered the city.

After the battle in the Lu River Great World, Xu Zixian was extremely irate. Feeling the gazes of the creatures around him, he thought they were mocking him.

Now, the name of the Heavenly Emperor of Qin was being circulated throughout the stars, and many had speculated that the death of Ximen Yu was related to him.

A graceful Young Master, an Old Taoist, and a fierce man—such a team was too recognizable.

Therefore, every time Xu Zixian heard others discussing the Heavenly Emperor of Qin, he felt very irritated.

"The Heavenly Fetus will soon emerge; I better settle down first and wait for the right moment,"

Xu Zixian muttered to himself. After speaking, his figure flickered and disappeared from sight.

...

"You all rest. Patriarch Bodhi, accompany me to the Immortal Palace to take a look,"

Inside the house, Qin Jun said to Fuxi, Qiang Liang, and Zhao Gongming. None objected; among those present, Patriarch Bodhi had the highest cultivation, so naturally, it was Patriarch Bodhi’s duty to protect Qin Jun.

Patriarch Bodhi placed his right hand on Qin Jun’s shoulder. Qin Jun only felt the world spinning around him, and the surrounding scenery began to blur.

The next second, he found himself above the clouds.

Ahead was the Immortal Palace.

Looking down, he could only see rolling clouds and no sign of the immortal city below.

Only in front of the Immortal Palace could one truly sense its grandeur. The mere sight of the thousands of white jade steps exuded an ascendant momentum.

The palaces standing atop the Nine Heavens truly lived up to the name of celestial palaces, and the towering pillars on either side of the white jade steps seemed to extend indefinitely, vanishing into the clouds above, with each pillar being five Zhang in diameter.

Atop the white jade steps were two colossal statues, fierce and powerful, each towering a hundred zhang tall as if they could come to life at any moment, each holding a long weapon.

Behind the statues was the Immortal Palace’s grand door, also disappearing into the clouds, suggesting that half of the Immortal Palace was shrouded in mist; Qin Jun and the Patriarch could only view the gates.

"The entire Immortal Palace is enshrouded by an invisible Heavenly Dao, and should anyone tread uninvited, thunder would appear out of nowhere, and they would be struck by the five thunders,"

Patriarch Bodhi said, stroking his beard. Qin Jun raised an eyebrow in surprise. That dangerous?

He dared not test it out, for at his Scattered Immortal Realm cultivation, he would surely be obliterated if he trespassed.

Then, Patriarch Bodhi waved his Dust Brush, and Qin Jun felt darkness before his eyes. When he opened them again, he was standing between the two statues atop the white jade steps.

Had they entered just like that?

Qin Jun’s expression was peculiar, originally thinking that the so-called Heavenly Dao would be more formidable.

Patriarch Bodhi noticed his peculiar expression and chuckled, "The might of Heavenly Dao here is related to Canghua Immortal Venerable’s cultivation. He is not my equal; how could the Heavenly Dao hinder me?"