The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1188: Dao Ancestor and Sword Master

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188: Dao Ancestor and Sword Master

"The path ahead is the Heavenly Dao Palace," cautioned Master Miao Yu with utmost seriousness. "The saints, elite disciples, and elders are all awaiting there. You must not show any disrespect; otherwise, if you die, your Dao will be annihilated, and no one will be able to save you!"

These disciples had been personally assessed by him, and any lapse in manners on their part would also bring shame upon him.

The prodigies all nodded, their tension growing.

"I never expected the saints to be so merciless, deceived by the ancients," grumbled Mo Xuanzi in a whisper behind Qin Jun, voicing the common sentiment of all the prodigies.

In the cosmos, records about the saints always depicted them as beings without desires who sought the welfare of all living creatures.

Much like how the Immortal Realm propagates the image of gods to the lower realms, they are always portrayed in a positive light, revered by mortals.

In the eyes of gods, saints hold a position analogous to that which the gods themselves occupy in the hearts of mortals.

But the words of Master Miao Yu had painted an entirely different picture of the saints, shattering the prodigies’ beliefs.

A minor lapse in courtesy could mean death.

Master Miao Yu glanced back at Mo Xuanzi, who was startled into silence, daring not to speak further.

Qin Jun inwardly inquired, "System, is it possible to conceal my Extreme Flame Devil God Bloodline?"

His conversation with Master Miao Yu had made him realize that the risks of this venture were greater than anticipated.

"Yes," the system quickly responded, "but only for one hour!"

"One hour it is, then. Begin now!" Qin Jun urged silently, relieved that he had the mythology system.

With the system cloaking his Extreme Flame Devil God Bloodline, his worries eased.

An hour should be enough for them to pay their respects to their new masters.

Meanwhile, they were growing ever closer to the Heavenly Dao Palace.

Suddenly, figures began to appear out of thin air on the thousands of steps leading up to the palace. Starting from the first step, each level saw the appearance of two figures, spaced a hundred yards apart, followed swiftly by two more on the second step, in the same fashion, extending all the way to the summit.

Twenty thousand figures arrayed on the white jade steps created a spectacular sight.

Waves of formidable auras converged, causing the faces of the prodigies to change.

They were all of the Daluo Realm, and even half of them were in the realm of the sage.

Even Qin Jun could not help his face twitching.

The mere presence of such an assembly was terrifying.

The two at the very top exuded auras as grand and impenetrable as Master Miao Yu’s.

In front of the doors of the Heavenly Dao Palace, atop the white jade steps, lay a vast open square.

Soon afterward, silhouettes began to emerge above the square, like strands of blue smoke towering hundreds of yards high, with five ethereal figures appearing as if they could vanish at any moment.

Terrifying saintly might burst forth from them, frightening Master Miao Yu into hastily descending the steps. The prodigies, overwhelmed by an indescribable force, plummeted down, including Qin Jun and Xiao Rushui among them.

Master Miao Yu landed in front of the steps and knelt in veneration.

"We pay our respects to the saints!"

The prodigies were forced to the ground by the saintly might, with those of higher cultivation managing to stay kneeling.

Qin Jun gritted his teeth, landing on the ground with his body straight, refusing to kneel.

Aside from him, Xiao Rushui and Di Tianwu were also unwilling to bow.

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny’s body trembled, his legs already bending.

As for the other prodigies, they dared not resist and simply knelt. Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba, due to their weaker cultivation, fell flat on the ground utterly immobilized.

"Damn it!" Qin Jun’s eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, for he, as the Heavenly Emperor, would not kneel.

Di Tianwu and Xiao Rushui were handling it better, especially Xiao Rushui, who seemed almost unperturbed.

The one suffering the most was the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, but no matter how much his legs shuddered, he refused to kneel.

The twenty thousand disciples of the Holy Sect on the white jade steps began to discuss among themselves.

"It seems there are quite a few geniuses in the outer cosmos as well?"

"These four guys actually refuse to kneel before the sages, they’re truly seeking death!"

"Eh, that person has already made a breakthrough into the Manifesting Saint Realm!"

"A Manifesting Saint under a hundred thousand years old?"

"And there’s a Daluo beginning immortal who is stubbornly resisting the saintly majesty."

For the disciples of the Holy Sect, talents like Qin Jun and Xiao Rushui from barbaric lands were naturally looked down upon.

But the fact that Qin Jun and the other three withstood the saintly majesty did make them view them differently, although, it was mostly mockery.

Provoking the saintly majesty was definitely seeking death!

Master Miao Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, also used his Divine Consciousness to capture the situation behind him. He was anxious but did not dare to make any rash actions in front of the saints.

"Aren’t you afraid?"

At that moment, a vast voice came from the white jade steps, like the sound of a god descending to earth. Qin Jun and the others, bearing the pressure, could not lift their heads.

"Why fear! We are here to seek the Tao, not to face the saints!"

Xiao Rushui called out loudly, his eyes resolute, instantly drawing all attention to him.

In that moment, he shone with a dazzling radiance; even faced with the saints, his voice was sonorous and powerful, commanding respect.

He had the pride not to kneel, and so did the other three including Qin Jun.

Behind Di Tianwu was a Divine Emperor; how could he kneel and then face the Divine Emperor?

The backing of the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was even greater—the Qiuming Emperor, an existence surpassing saints. How could he kneel?

Aside from his parents, Qin Jun would not even kneel to heaven, let alone should he.

At that moment, the saintly majesty suddenly dissipated.

All the proud young talents immediately felt relieved. Those who had been lying on the ground hurriedly climbed up to kneel before the sages, devoid of their previous pride.

Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba then jumped up, angrily staring at the five saintly shadows high above.

"You, you’re quite remarkable."

The central saintly shadow revealed a pair of clear eyes, looking at Xiao Rushui and said, "Would you like to take me as your master?"

Boom!

The young talents were stunned, and the twenty thousand disciples on the white jade steps were dumbfounded.

How could a saint start taking disciples so soon?

They had originally thought Xiao Rushui would meet a terrible end.

Xiao Rushui, as if he had foreseen this, playfully smiled and cupped his hands, "To be taken as a disciple by a saint, why would I not be willing?"

"I am known as Wují. You may refer to me as Dao Ancestor Wují. From today on, this child will be my disciple,"

continued the central saintly shadow, causing a dramatic change in Xiao Rushui’s expression.

Dao Ancestor Wují!

A flash of surprise appeared in Xiao Rushui’s eyes; he had guessed he might become a disciple of a saint, but never imagined it would be under Dao Ancestor Wují.

Qin Jun, on the other hand, curled his lips in disdain at the self-proclaimed title of Dao Ancestor.

Wait until I summon Hongjun, then you’ll understand what a true Dao Ancestor is!

The young talents looked at Xiao Rushui with envy and jealousy, whereas the disciples and envoys of the Holy Sect had their expressions colored with fascination, even Master Miao Yu looked at Xiao Rushui with newfound reverence.

"You’re Di Tianwu, right? I am the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor, entrusted by the Divine Emperor to take you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

At this time, another saintly shadow on the left side of Wují also spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Di Tianwu took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and shouted, "Willing!"

Two saints taking disciples!

The twenty thousand Holy Sect disciples on the white jade steps were completely unsettled; even within the Holy Sect, it was rare for saints to personally take disciples.

Of this batch of beings that came from the outer universe, two were already taken away by the saints?

"Both the Dao Ancestor and the Sword Ancestor are taking disciples, how frustrating!"

"The Sword Ancestor is my goal to strive for, how did this foreign kid get there first?"

"The recommendation of the Divine Emperor, don’t you know the relationship between the Divine Emperor and the Sword Ancestor?"

"The Divine Emperor? Could it be that Divine Emperor who single-handedly stormed the Eight Wildernesses and emerged unscathed?"