The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1119: The 8th Pride

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: The 8th Pride

Atop the River Map, Qin Jun set little Lingming aside and began to practice.

Xuanyuan would arrive when he would, he wasn’t worried, nor did he ask Fuxi to slow down, continuing to speed forward.

With Chaos’s demonic fetus residing in another star field, this trip meant he couldn’t return for several months.

The mere thought of Zhu Yanqing discovering that Lingming had been taken by him made him inexplicably anxious.

"That woman should still be in retreat. Perhaps even when I return, she will not have come out of seclusion,"

Qin Jun consoled himself, oblivious to the fact that Zhu Yanqing had exited her retreat shortly after he left.

Little Lingming lay sprawled on the River Map, his little butt sticking up in the air, drool pooling on the ground, his face still wearing an endearing smile. But his sleeping posture made people sigh that he definitely wasn’t Qin Jun’s own child.

Time swiftly passed.

About two hours later, a mighty aura came from the depths of the western sky, startling both Qin Jun and Fuxi and even waking up Lingming, who rubbed his eyes still half asleep.

The comer was a burly man, his black hair flying wild, his skin bronzed, dressed in a dragon-patterned yellow robe, visualizing power and dominance, his eyes bright and spirited as if containing blazing flames, daring anyone to look him in the eye.

It was the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, one of the Three Sovereigns!

"I am Xuanyuan, come to pledge allegiance to the Heavenly Emperor of Qin, hoping for your shelter!"

Xuanyuan’s voice, carrying with it rolling waves, resounded through the stars. Fortunately, there were no creatures passing by in this region, otherwise the name of the Heavenly Emperor of Qin would surely cause an uproar.

Fuxi smiled to himself, thinking "The guy has finally arrived!"

For Xuanyuan, he was both a teacher and a friend, as he was to Shennong.

Three grown men living together in Huoyun Cave, their feelings for each other inevitably deep and heartfelt.

"Xuanyuan, I have waited for you for a long time!"

Qin Jun said with a hearty laugh, truly meaning it, for Xuanyuan, who has attained the perfection at Manifesting Saint realm, was undoubtedly powerful.

If the Holy Sect would not appear, and Yang Beiming would not make a move, who could compete against Xuanyuan?

The universe is vast, but there is only one Yang Beiming.

Even though Qiuming Abyss’s death path is incredibly powerful, it bore no grudge against Qin Jun and could even be considered an ally.

Soon, Xuanyuan descended onto the River Map, first glancing at Fuxi, then kneeling on one knee before Qin Jun.

While he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was full of shock.

Why was Fuxi here?

The friend from his past life appeared before him, making it hard to believe.

Qin Jun quickly helped Xuanyuan to his feet, saying with a smile, "It’s not just Fuxi. Drought is also under my protection."

At those words, Xuanyuan was profoundly moved. Drought was his daughter; how could he remain composed?

"Once this mission ends, I shall reunite you and your daughter,"

Qin Jun patted Xuanyuan on the shoulder and laughed, while little Lingming curiously stared at Xuanyuan, his big moist eyes blinking adorably.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

Xuanyuan took a deep breath and then bowed with a smile.

He turned to Fuxi and said, "Heavenly Emperor, it’s been a long time!"

This ’long time’ for them was the span of a reincarnation, as they both had been implanted with the memories of this life by the system.

"Indeed, it’s been a long time. When we return, you and I, together with Shennong, shall indulge in a hearty drink!"

Fuxi stroked his beard and laughed, elated at the prospect of fighting side by side with Xuanyuan once again.

At that moment, Qin Jun pulled out four sets of Thousand Face Masks, which he had annoyingly won in random draws not fewer than ten times.

Now they were perfect for a change of appearance.

"During this time, you have addressed me as Emperor Yan."

Qin Jun said with a mysterious smile, causing both Fuxi and Xuanyuan to exchange glances, both seeing the confusion in each other’s eyes.

Immediately after, Qin Jun personally placed the mask upon the little Ling Ming, and the little fellow, excited by the novelty, kept touching his own face.

Just like that, the group of four changed faces and continued onwards.

...

Progress was monotonous.

In the blink of an eye, two months rapidly passed by, and the Chaos demon fetus became the hottest topic of the moment, with everyone detesting it deeply.

"Daojun went to annihilate the Chaos demon fetus but was eaten alive!"

"The Third Elder of the Wuxuan Sect also perished in the belly of the Chaos demon fetus!"

"Hisss—Could it be that no one can stop the Chaos demon fetus?"

"King Yan Palace is still holding on, though Du E and Randeng were defeated, they didn’t die."

"King Yan Palace is truly a place of benevolence and righteousness. From the moment they appeared, they have been contending with the Chaos demon fetus. Look at the other top forces—they have been scared off one after another."

"The Chaos demon fetus is too strong; only the Sword God or the Six Gods of Fairy Qin can kill it."

Within the Wu Lan star realm, countless beings were in a state of panic.

As the Chaos demon fetus invaded their star realm and with no one able to contend with it, the entire Wu Lan star realm fell into terror.

All they could do was pray for an unrivaled powerhouse from the cosmos to come to their aid, but the ancient fairy star realm was too far away, and the Heavenly Emperor of Qin had no reason to help them; the same was true for Yang Beiming who had just been through a great battle and retreated with heavy injuries—how could he be expected to rush to their aid?

King Yan City.

This massive city continually floated in the starry sky. With King Yan Palace constantly waging war against the Chaos demon fetus and gaining a significant amount of reverence, more and more beings joined King Yan Palace. Their power was not weak, but of course, they were far inferior to the Chaos demon fetus.

From atop the city wall, Randeng stood, his gaze fixed on the expanse before him. From his point of view, the starry sky was gorgeous, with countless stars shining brilliantly, making it hard to imagine that this stretch of sky had become a purgatory.

Suddenly, the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey appeared beside him and said solemnly, "Master, Du E has sent word back—he has been defeated again."

Both he and the Six-Eared Macaque had become disciples of Randeng, but achieving a leap in cultivation was not something that could be done in just a year or two.

Defeated again!

Randeng frowned deeply and muttered, "This monstrous creature is truly excessively powerful."

By devouring living beings to grow stronger, and with the voracious appetite of the Chaos demon fetus, devouring billions of lives in a day did not satiate it—the longer this dragged on, the more invincible it would become.

"When will His Majesty arrive?" asked the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey.

The moment he mentioned Qin Jun, his face was filled with admiration.

He had heard about the feats of the battle between Fairy Qin’s Six Gods and Yang Beiming and the legend of Yang Jian single-handedly challenging the Black Dragon star realm so often that his ears were almost calloused.

Qin Jun had come to the outer heavens with them, but his fame far surpassed theirs. How could the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey not admire him?

"I don’t know, it should be soon," Randeng sighed. If he had been at his peak cultivation, why would he fear the Chaos demon fetus?

"Report—"

At that moment, a soldier flew toward them. He knelt before Randeng, excitedly saying, "Hua Fei, ranked eighth on the list of 3,000 young prodigies, has come to visit, wishing to join us in the fight against the Chaos demon fetus!"

Hua Fei!

Although Randeng had not heard of this name, being ranked in the top ten of the list of 3,000 prodigies meant Hua Fei must be at least at the full circle of entering the realm of the sage.

"Take me to meet him!"

Randeng said with a smile, sweeping his Dust Brush. The Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, curious as well, followed along.

Meanwhile, at the eastern gate of King Yan City, a young man dressed in a green warrior robe was smiling as he waited, accompanied by four men and women whose cultivation was all at the late stage of entering the realm of the sage or higher. The presence of these five people made the surrounding soldiers and passing beings show immense respect and awe.