The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1166: Fuxi Assists Yang Jian

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1166: Fuxi Assists Yang Jian

"Little one, can you introduce me to this place?"

Grandmaster of Heaven whispered, having attained perfection in entering the realm of the sage realm at just tens of thousands of years old, the foundation of Di Tianwu slightly piqued his interest.

His Jie Sect was full of countless geniuses, but in his view, genius was ultimately just potential, and only by becoming a saint could one achieve detachment from all.

The Sanqing were transformations of Pangu’s Primordial Spirit, and the twelve ancestral witches were evolutions of Pangu’s essence and blood. Logically speaking, their talents should be roughly similar, but all of the Sanqing became saints, while, except for Houtu, all the ancestor witches had perished.

Sometimes, temperament is more important than talent.

Di Tianwu’s face darkened, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Do you not know where this place is?"

The other’s cultivation made him inscrutable, even giving him the sensation of facing the Divine Emperor. How could he afford to relax?

Could it be an enemy of the Divine Emperor?

Grandmaster of Heaven shook his head with a smile, "I do not know, it’s my first time in this universe."

Upon hearing this, Di Tianwu’s eyes widened, a massive wave stirred within him.

His first time here?

Could this person be from another universe?

Di Tianwu’s heartbeat quickened. He had heard before that there was more than this universe, that the cosmos is vast and boundless, divided into different cosmic regions, and the legendary path of the ancient saint emperors led to another, more powerful universe.

Just then, a huge suction force emanated from the golden gate, pulling Di Tianwu inside before he could react.

So powerful that Di Tianwu, who had reached perfection in entering the realm of the sage realm, was sucked in before he could react, it was hard to imagine what kind of being the other party was.

Grandmaster of Heaven raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening, and said, "Fellow Daoist, would you care to come out for a gathering?"

No sooner had he spoken than a gust of wind blew out from the golden gate, dispersing the clouds around it, Grandmaster of Heaven squinted his eyes, only to see a figure in the golden gate, powerful and majestic, both visible and invisible, like a divine figure.

"It really is a saint."

Grandmaster of Heaven murmured to himself, his interest in the other deepening.

...

In the Great Qin Heavenly City, at the Saint Emperor Palace, after the banquet had concluded, Liu Bowen and Fuxi, accompanied by Immortal Zhenyuan and Yunxiao, went to meet Qin Jun.

By then, Qin Jun had composed himself and sat on the dragon throne, waiting for their arrival.

Watching the four walk slowly through the gate, Qin Jun’s face revealed a hint of a smile.

He wondered if this Immortal Zhenyuan was the same person from his Dao lecture hall, and whether Immortal Zhenyuan still remembered him.

"Your Majesty, these are Manifesting Saint Stage powerhouses, here to pay their respects to You," said Liu Bowen with a bowing smile, Immortal Zhenyuan and Yunxiao approaching before finally looking up at Qin Jun.

Qin Jun appeared younger than they expected, and his cultivation was low, but the imperial aura was unmistakable, especially those eyes—bright and piercing, seemingly encompassing the entire universe.

"Eh?"

Immortal Zhenyuan suddenly furrowed his brow, finding Qin Jun somewhat familiar.

The more he looked, the more he felt he had seen him somewhere before, and he began to think hard.

Meanwhile, Yunxiao bowed respectfully, softly saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty, my name is Yunxiao, at your service."

"Yunxiao, I have long admired the deeds of Her Highness Sanxiao, who dared to defy heaven for her brother and even oppose the saints," Qin Jun laughed, his words striking directly at Yunxiao’s heart.

She hadn’t expected him to know about her past life.

She suddenly remembered that at the banquet, someone had mentioned that Qin Jun was well-versed in their past lives.

So it was true.

Qin Jun looked at Immortal Zhenyuan, noticing his strange expression, and guessed that Immortal Zhenyuan was indeed the one he had once spoken to about Dao.

"Immortal Zhenyuan, do you remember our past encounter?" Qin Jun asked with a beaming smile.

The time Immortal Zhenyuan had preached for over a hundred years had caused his cultivation to surge, showing just how high Immortal Zhenyuan’s realm was.

He had once wanted Ji Bubai to preach to him, but that fellow simply refused, claiming he wanted Qin Jun to find his own path, but in truth, he was just lazy.

Immortal Zhenyuan suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Are you that Human Clan youth from back then?"

As soon as he spoke, he felt embarrassed, as he was there to pay his respects to Qin Jun—how could he address Qin Jun as a mere youth.

Qin Jun didn’t mind and smiled, "Thanks to your teachings back then, my cultivation improved significantly."

"Back then, Your Majesty, I valued you the most, but you left too quickly, and I had to find another disciple. That was my first time taking a disciple," Immortal Zhenyuan said with a shake of his head and a smile.

Liu Bowen and Fuxi listened with amazement. Qin Jun was already present when Immortal Zhenyuan first took a disciple?

No wonder Qin Jun was well-acquainted with their past lives’ major events. It turned out Qin Jun was also a person from their former lives.

Thinking of this, they found Qin Jun even more unfathomable.

As Fuxi, who was about to become a saint, discovered that he too could not see through Qin Jun’s essence or calculate his past and future.

It was as if Qin Jun didn’t exist at all.

This feeling was extremely terrifying for a saint.

Saints knew everything about everything, yet now there was an existence they could not see through. How could it not send chills down their spine?

Fortunately, Qin Jun was their lord, not an enemy.

After their exchange, Qin Jun and Immortal Zhenyuan grew a bit closer, and then he began arranging positions for Immortal Zhenyuan and Sanxiao.

All the God and Demon he summoned were not recorded in the Book of Heaven, and this selective treatment had always been criticized.

"Alright, you may leave first; Fuxi, stay back,"

Qin Jun waved his hand. Manifesting Saint was no longer an existence he needed to reverence, so he naturally didn’t spend much time cultivating relationships with Immortal Zhenyuan and Sanxiao.

Liu Bowen quickly led Immortal Zhenyuan and Sanxiao away.

When only Qin Jun and Fuxi were left in the palace, Qin Jun finally slowly said, "Fuxi, I hope you can help Yang Jian."

"Help Yang Jian?" Fuxi frowned instinctively, immediately understanding the implication in Qin Jun’s words.

Yang Jian was just a step away from becoming a saint.

Qin Jun wanted him to help Yang Jian ascend to sainthood!

However, Yang Jian had a sect, and Fuxi didn’t want to offer his help for nothing, especially since Yang Jian’s ascension would definitely threaten his position.

Seeing Fuxi’s hesitation, Qin Jun said meaningfully, "As time goes on, the Great Qin Divine Heavens will surely have more and more saints. My goal is the entire universe, and I cannot completely resolve internal conflicts. You understand Yang Jian’s nature; if you help him become a saint, your relations..."

He left it there, as saying more would be pointless.

Fuxi deeply pondered. After Yang Jian was reborn in this universe, his nature became detached, clear in dues and grudges, straightforward in manner, unlike his previous self who was the War God of the heavens with many restraints.

If he befriended Yang Jian, it would naturally be a good thing.

With Ji Bubai and the Way of Death standing behind Qin Jun, Fuxi wouldn’t doubt Qin Jun’s words.

In the future Great Qin Divine Heavens, saints were not necessarily the top combat force.

At least he didn’t have the confidence to defeat Ji Bubai or the Way of Death.

"Good, I agree,"

Fuxi laughed as he bowed, much to Qin Jun’s satisfaction.

After that, he let Fuxi leave.

The sooner Yang Jian became a saint, the better, as the day when the gates to the Holy Sect opened was not far off.

"Summon Di Jun."

After Fuxi left, Qin Jun ordered softly.

"Yes!"

A voice echoed in the empty and quiet palace, although he did not appear.

Qin Jun closed his eyes, waiting for Di Jun’s arrival.

"Donghuang Taiyi... I will make you understand what pain is!"