The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1206: Only Serve the Heavenly Emperor of Qin

Chapter 1206: Chapter 1206: Only Serve the Heavenly Emperor of Qin

"Erlang Manifesting Saint?"

Dead Road stroked his chin and muttered, his heart scoffing, "What a pompous title... even more resounding than mine..."

Yang Jian propped his right hand on his knee, trying to rise, while the black light emanating from his forehead grew ever more intense.

At this moment, he was lost in a myriad of memories from the past, as the dao fruit within him spun wildly, and his divine power began to run amok.

The ground beneath his feet started to shake violently, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged towards him at a speed that left the disciples of the Holy Sect dumbfounded.

"What’s this?"

Grand Immortal Changde’s eyes widened, and both the ancestor of the Azure Dragon and Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor also lost their composure.

Is this man about to cross tribulation?

Half Holy crossing tribulation!

A saint!

The three saints felt hysterically incredulous—how could someone severely injured possibly cross tribulation to become a saint?

That was far too preposterous, wasn’t it?

Dead Road’s eyes widened as well; he had thought Yang Jian had lost his mind, but a miracle was indeed unfolding.

No wonder Qin Jun trusted him so much.

Patriarch Bodhi, Xuandu, and Daoist Lu Ya took a sharp breath—could one still breakthrough in such a battered state?

Qin Jun, however, began to laugh. He raised his hands as if embracing the Cangqiong, and with a carefree laugh, he exclaimed, "My Yang Jian, what are you waiting for!"

"Ascend to sainthood now!"

His voice echoed in all directions, prompting all who heard to exclaim in astonishment.

Ascend to sainthood?

The disciples and elders of the Holy Sect felt tingles on their scalps, unable to believe what they were hearing. The voice traveled through the black hole into the outer universe, stirring a commotion amongst the warriors and soldiers of the Heavenly Court of Great Qin.

Is Yang Jian about to become a saint?

"Damn—has Yang Jian gone mad?"

"Now, Yang Jian is set to surpass the six divine immortals of Qin?"

"The position of the universe’s number one strongest being is about to change hands!"

"Too powerful! Erlang Shen aims to surpass them all!"

"It must have been bestowed by His Majesty!"

The soldiers of Great Qin began to discuss amongst themselves, all incredibly invigorated.

When they first heard they were to face the Holy Sect, their hearts were filled with worry, but now with Yang Jian about to become a saint, they were overjoyed.

Yang Jian was famously invincible at his own level.

Who could stand against him if he became a saint?

Faraway powers puzzled at the cause of such excitement amongst the soldiers of the Heavenly Court of Great Qin due to the vast distance preventing them from hearing Qin Jun’s voice.

Could there have been an unforeseen turn within the Holy Sect?

Simultaneously, within the Holy Realm, Yang Jian’s presence peaked, and the rolling spiritual energy formed columns that enveloped him, connecting heaven and earth, stirring up the wind and clouds.

At this moment, Yang Jian knelt halfway on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably and his black hair messily fluttering around, as the black light on his forehead suddenly retracted back.

He slowly rose to his feet, a voice as imposing as Tianwei spreading out, "Yang Jian... will not fail Your Majesty’s expectations... will certainly become a saint!"

With these words, the God and Demon observers also became excited.

"Indeed, it is Yang Jian!"

"I’ve always said this kid had boundless prospects! Never imagined he would become a saint!"

"If Yang Jian becomes a saint, our chances of victory will be even greater."

"Damn it! Yang Jian became a saint before any of us!"

"His Majesty truly has Destiny on his side, being able to spur Yang Jian to sainthood with his words alone."

The God and Demon expressed their astonishment one after another, and even the wounded among them found new inspiration.

If Yang Jian, in his injured state, was still fighting, what reason did they have to be discouraged?

Boom—

Thunder roared, cleaving through the thick dust in the sky, and countless thunders soared down, forming a massive thunder prison that shocked Qin Jun and the others into hastily retreating.

Death’s Path hovered in midair, looking out over the thunder prison that stretched over hundreds of thousands of miles, his heart filled with countless emotions.

"This guy can actually become a saint..."

It was the first time Death’s Path had seen someone become a saint despite being severely injured, an unheard-of feat.

His interest in Qin Jun suddenly intensified—where on earth did Qin Jun find so many monstrous talents?

"That eye... could it be the Supreme Eye?"

Death’s Path thought curiously as he saw Yang Jian look up.

In the center of Yang Jian’s forehead, the Supreme Eye looked like black crystal, devoid of sclera and pupil, utterly cold and austere.

His gaze was firm as he glanced toward Qin Jun in the distance, then he roared skyward, and the ruins of the ground beneath him began to shatter and soar into the sky.

Billions of heavenly thunders struck him, yet they did not turn Yang Jian into ashes. Instead, his aura grew stronger and stronger.

"We must stop him!"

The Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor gritted his teeth. Yang Jian’s grandeur in becoming a saint was too great; should he succeed, it would pose an immense threat.

The Azure Dragon Ancestor and Grand Immortal Changde were also extremely anxious, but what could they do?

With Death’s Path blocking the way in front, they simply couldn’t break through.

Boom—

At that moment, a terrifying fissure extended from the horizon, splitting the entire land in two.

At the same time, the spatial barriers above began to shatter, revealing the boundless void.

The Holy Realm was about to collapse!

Yang Jian’s roar lingered endlessly, causing Fuxi, who was fighting high above, to grow inwardly alarmed.

"This child is a born warrior; if he breaks through to the Holy Realm..."

Fuxi’s heart surged with waves, yet his hands did not cease their motion, still strumming the Phoenix Harp as he battled Lady Yunmei.

As for Ji Bubai and the Dao Ancestor of Wují, they were still fighting outside the realm, their outcome unknown.

Qin Jun watched Yang Jian with anticipation, guarded by Death’s Path. The Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor and the other two saints dared not approach, lest they disturb Yang Jian.

The rest of the battle also continued. The God and Demon’s fighting spirit was high; even though the number of Manifesting Saints was far less than that of the Holy Sect side, they were able to hold them off.

The Holy Realm kept crumbling, turning into pieces of continents. The sky also split open with black rifts, as if heaven and earth were shattering.

Qin Jun floated in midair, his eyes constantly fixed on Yang Jian.

Li Yuanba and Sun Wukong were still undergoing their limit awakening—unexpectedly, it was Yang Jian who first gave them a surprise.

Yang Jian withstood the heavenly tribulation with resilience, his form sometimes visible and sometimes not within the billions of miles of the thunder prison, his divine aura unambiguously displayed.

Time swiftly passed by.

Two hours later, the sky of the Holy Realm completely shattered, the land split into hundreds of continents, along with countless flying islands, suspended in the void universe, surrounded by neither sun, moon, nor stars.

The aura of Yang Jian suddenly changed, like a volcanic eruption.

The aura of a Saint!

Yang Jian had become a saint!

"From this day onward, I, Yang Jian, am a saint. I do not serve Heaven, I serve only the Heavenly Emperor of Qin!"

Yang Jian roared furiously, then burst out of the billion-mile thunder prison. Bare-chested, his waistband tattered, barely covering his body, his figure like lightning quickly swept over the heads of Qin Jun and the others.

Grand Immortal Changde’s complexion drastically changed, feeling an unimaginable killing intent striking at them.

"To hell with this!"

The Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor angrily drew his sword, having been held back by Death’s Path for so long, his frustration nearly at the bursting point. Now that Yang Jian had become a saint and was attacking them, how could he bear it?

However, Yang Jian’s speed was too fast, he merely brushed past the Feathered Sky Sword Ancestor’s Supreme Blood Sword.

Grand Immortal Changde hurriedly raised his fan, but Yang Jian lifted his leg, with the sound of breaking air and thunder, kicking toward him.

Bang—

Grand Immortal Changde was kicked away like a sandbag, his sacred bones almost completely shattered, spewing blood as he flew towards the depths of the void universe, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Qin Jun and the others widened their eyes at this sight.

"This..."

Patriarch Bodhi said with a trembling voice. Yang Jian had just become a saint and instantly defeated the Saint, Grand Immortal Changde?

Xuandu and Daoist Lu Ya were so excited they didn’t know what to say.