The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1047: Rapid Progress

Chapter 1047: Chapter 1047: Rapid Progress

Luo Shixin and his companions returned to the Southern Domain celestial world—although the battle had not been witnessed up close by anyone, it caused all beings in the Xuandang Great World to discuss it.

The Xuandang Great World had just been unified. Originally, there were many dissatisfied voices against the Heavenly Emperor of Qin, but now they were completely overshadowed by praises.

Wasn’t this different from the past? Faced with other Great Worlds, the Great Qin Heavenly Court’s strength was as robust as ever. How could the beings of the Xuandang Great World not be excited?

Even if they were not pleased with the Heavenly Emperor of Qin unifying the Great World, the Great Qin Heavenly Court could still give them an unprecedented sense of security.

"Just how strong is the Great Qin Heavenly Court?"

"I suddenly feel that having the Heavenly Emperor of Qin in this era is a blessing."

"Indeed, with the Heavenly Emperor of Qin around, there’s nothing to fear even if the sky falls."

"I’ve always envied the citizens of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, and now we are part of it too."

"How exactly did the Heavenly Emperor of Qin cultivate so many powerful beings?"

All beings were excited. Who didn’t dream of soaring into the sky, who hadn’t envisioned the world beyond?

The assault by the Night Return Great World had brought the distant celestial worlds closer to them, making them a reality.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun was still in the system’s Daoist lecture hall.

It had been eighty years since Immortal Zhenyuan began his lecture.

Almost all beings who persisted in listening to the lecture had breakthroughs, with Qin Jun reaching the late stage of the Scattered Immortal Realm and striking at the completion of the Scattered Immortal Realm.

Such a breakthrough in just a short span of eighty years left even Immortal Zhenyuan in awe of his talents.

What if one listened for thousands or even tens of thousands of years?

Would they not soar into the heavens?

Immortal Zhenyuan couldn’t help but reminisce about the days when he listened to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun lecture in the Purple Cloud Palace—the most powerful beings of the Primordial Chaos land had nearly all attended, save for the Ancestral Witches, with only Houtu among the twelve Ancestral Witches going to listen.

If those Ancestral Witches had all gone to listen even if they couldn’t understand, and made connections with future Saints, perhaps the Great Tribulation of Witches and Monsters might have changed.

At this moment, Qin Jun was sitting cross-legged among a sea of flowers, with all kinds of flowers reaching up to his shoulders. Spiritual energy was crazily pouring into the top of his head, forming a visible vortex that caused the surrounding sea of flowers to sway like surging waves.

The Dao Fruit of the Ziwei Emperor Star spun wildly, and with it, the Wheel of Fate rotated as well. The purple flame pattern between Qin Jun’s eyebrows started to pulsate, casting a purple light onto his face and making him look extraordinarily devilish.

The formidable aura of the Extreme Flame Demon God spread out, ensuring that no being dared to approach within a hundred meters.

Whether monsters or Human Clan cultivators, they all occasionally glanced at Qin Jun—envy, jealousy, and most of all, wariness filled those looks.

"Who is this guy, really?"

"His bloodline isn’t simple; he’s definitely not a common member of the Human Clan."

"Such a strong presence, he can’t be the reincarnation of some great god, can he?"

"Let’s not provoke him. This man must have a powerful entity supporting him from behind."

"Too arrogant, showing no regard for us at all, seizing our spiritual energy without any scruples."

The monsters whispered among themselves, and the cultivators took note of Qin Jun’s appearance.

Qin Jun didn’t mind; in his heart, all these monsters and cultivators were NPCs, unworthy of his attention.

The lecture continued.

Another thirty years swiftly passed.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for breaking through to the perfect completion of the Scattered Immortal Realm!"

The system notification suddenly rang in Qin Jun’s mind.

One hundred and ten years of Immortal Zhenyuan’s lectures allowed Qin Jun to leap from the early stages of the Scattered Immortal Realm to perfect completion, definitely marking him as the fastest progressing being among the surrounding millions.

Qin Jun felt the surging magical power within his body, forcefully suppressing the impulse to howl, and circulated the Immortal Body mantra.

A hundred and ten years of dedicated cultivation—there was no feeling of changes in his surroundings.

It was as if he had been in a dream.

No wonder the powerful seclude themselves, like a grand dream spanning thousands of autumns.

"Alright, I will stop here. You all may leave on your own. Should fate decree, we shall meet again,"

Immortal Zhenyuan opened his eyes and spoke softly, his voice reaching the ears of every being, causing their spirits to tremble and instantly waking them from their state of enlightenment. Miraculously, there was no discomfort or deviation into madness.

The words of the mighty are profound and enigmatic.

"Ding! Preparing to leave the mythology training ground!"

The system notification sounded again, and following that, Qin Jun’s vision blurred, and his form disappeared from the spot.

Immortal Zhenyuan, who had been keeping an eye on Qin Jun, narrowed his eyes and suddenly stood up.

"Where is he?"

Immortal Zhenyuan’s face showed astonishment. He swept his Divine Consciousness over tens of millions of miles, but he couldn’t detect Qin Jun’s presence.

He became instantly sullen. He had been observing Qin Jun for a hundred years, intending to take him as a disciple, but Qin Jun had vanished so suddenly, without any warning.

Immediately after, he selected forty-eight intelligent beings from the base of the mountain to be his named disciples, among whom were two named Qingfeng and Mingyue.

...

Outside Qin Jun’s sleeping chambers, Daji, You Fenghuang, and Bai Ze were berating the palace maids.

"Where is His Majesty? Didn’t you say he was in seclusion? Why is he gone?"

Daji’s beautiful face was filled with anger and panic; Qin Jun had been taken away without anyone noticing, and it felt like the sky had fallen for her.

The palace maids were prostrated on the ground, trembling in fear, crying out their pleas.

Bai Ze frowned and said, "If His Majesty was indeed taken by a mysterious strong being, it would be normal for them to be unaware."

In the Holy City, there were countless strong beings, even the ancestor of Qiang Liang and the Qilin. Yet someone had still managed to sneak in and take Qin Jun away, which was beyond Bai Ze’s belief.

Unless it was a sage, who could possibly have such ability?

You Fenghuang consoled her, "Sister Daji, don’t worry. Could it be that His Majesty left due to some urgent matter?"

However, her hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly clenched, with her knuckles turning red.

At that moment, a formidable aura emanated from within the palace, alarming the three women to the point of losing their composure.

"Your Majesty!"

They hurriedly ran in and saw Qin Jun sitting cross-legged on the bed, the entire palace trembling slightly.

Daji and You Fenghuang quickly rushed over to examine Qin Jun’s body, with Daji asking anxiously, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Qin Jun looked confused and asked, "What could be wrong with me?"

"Didn’t I say I was in seclusion? Why did you come in?"

Qin Jun’s brows furrowed tightly. Could it be that something major had happened in the Great Qin Celestial Court?

Fuck!

It’s only been one day, and this? Really?

Bai Ze’s pupils constricted, for she noticed that Qin Jun’s cultivation had reached the perfect stage of the Scattered Immortal Realm of Taiyi.

"How is this possible... how could one’s cultivation leap from the early stages of the Taiyi Scattered Immortal Realm to its perfect completion overnight?"

Bai Ze’s mind was a tumult of shock, even though she knew Qin Jun was the reincarnation of Ji Yongsheng; she still found it inconceivable.

The time it took was just too short.

But recalling how Qin Jun had once used supreme Divine Power to restore his followers to their peak cultivation from reincarnation, could he have used the same power on himself?

Sss—

Bai Ze drew a sharp breath, unable to imagine the nature of this Divine Power.

Just how lofty was the former Qin Jun’s height?