The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1251: Desolate God

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251: Desolate God

"In the Eight Wilderness, encountering a sage from the Human Clan has piqued my curiosity, so I came to inquire. My name is Huo Zhenyu. What about you?"

The four-armed man explained. At his words, Fuxi, Tathāgata, Death Dao, and Lin Yuqi were all visibly moved.

The name Huo Zhenyu was indeed well-known.

One of the Nine Saint Lords, the four-armed war god, Huo Zhenyu.

His ranking was even higher than that of South Night Star.

Fuxi had often heard this name when gathering intelligence.

To a native like Lin Yuqi, Huo Zhenyu was like the bright moon in the sky, lofty and even surpassing the Su Emperor Sect.

Qin Jun had never heard of Huo Zhenyu and replied indifferently, "I am the Heavenly Emperor of Qin. They are all my subordinates. What do you wish to inquire about?"

He could tell that Huo Zhenyu’s cultivation was extraordinary, more composed and imposing than the previously encountered Tie Shusheng, and his saintly aura made it hard to refuse him.

Heavenly Emperor of Qin?

A flicker of confusion crossed Huo Zhenyu’s eyes. Since when was there such a person in the universe?

Could a mere Daluo beginner lead several sages?

"Do you come from the Supreme God Temple or the Ancestral Hall of Humans?"

Huo Zhenyu asked curiously, quickly descending to the ground and abandoning his lofty stance.

His enthusiasm made Qin Jun frown. This was the Eight Wilderness, where fratricide among the same clan wasn’t rare. Could Huo Zhenyu have some ulterior motives?

"Hmph!"

Sun Wukong stepped forward, staring intently at Huo Zhenyu.

Huo Zhenyu was also a sage at the pinnacle of perfection, feeling the formidable aura from Sun Wukong, he could not help but be moved.

"This monkey..."

A tidal wave of shock surged in Huo Zhenyu’s heart. Since when did the Demon Clan have such a powerful being?

"Pinnacle of the sage realm."

Patriarch Bodhi uttered these five words indifferently, causing Huo Zhenyu to look at him in astonishment.

Yang Jian, Li Yuanba, Death Dao, Ji Bubai, Houtu, Fuxi, Tathāgata, Torch Dragon, Lin Yuqi, True Person of the Jade Cauldron—all showed signs of alarm.

Sages were already fearsome enough.

And here stood one at the very summit of the sage realm!

Sweat began to bead on Huo Zhenyu’s forehead; he could not see through Patriarch Bodhi’s cultivation.

"I have no ill intentions; seeing so many sages gathered, I merely wish to request your assistance."

Huo Zhenyu quickly explained. In the inner universe, he could command the elements, but faced with Qin Jun and the others, he dared not put on airs.

"What matter?"

Qin Jun asked. If an issue troubled a sage at the pinnacle of perfection, it must be serious. Could it be related to the Extreme Flame Demon God?

Calm once more, Huo Zhenyu began, "Here’s the thing: I’ve been in the Eight Wilderness for tens of thousands of years, seeking the Cangwu Pearl. Now that I’ve located Cangwu, I’ve found it too mighty for me to defeat alone, so I wish to ask for your help. Afterwards, any requests you have, I shall strive to fulfill."

Cangwu?

The group was puzzled; what was that?

Seeing their confusion, Huo Zhenyu explained, "Cangwu is an ancient creature, said to be among the first beings when the Heavenly Dao was established, having lived for countless eons and infinitely powerful. I just need you to help me hold it off while I steal the Cangwu Pearl."

Qin Jun got straight to the point, "The Extreme Flame Demon God in the Eight Wilderness, do you know of him?"

Extreme Flame Demon God?

Huo Zhenyu hesitated, then nodded, "I know him; that Extreme Flame Demon God has been in the Eight Wilderness even longer than Cangwu, said to possibly be the only one of his kind in the universe, extremely powerful. Are you planning to seek him out?"

He paused, then spoke sincerely, "I advise you to give up. That guy is overwhelmingly strong. Even the Supreme God Temple, the Baili Clan, and the Ancestral Hall of the Human Clan can’t do anything to him. He is countless times stronger than Cangwu."

Ji Bubai’s eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Does he really exist? What’s his name?"

The Extreme Flame Demon Clan had a family tree, which might have recorded the name of that demon god.

"Name? I’m not sure; people call him the Wild God."

Huo Zhenyu shook his head, his face bearing a strange expression; these people actually wanted to find the Wild God. Did they have a death wish?

Ji Bubai was ecstatic and quickly said to Qin Jun, "Let’s help him, and have him take us to find the Wild God!"

"Find the Wild God? Are you crazy?"

Huo Zhenyu interrupted him quickly, shouting, showing none of the demeanor of the Nine Saint Lords, clearly filled with fear of the Wild God.

Ji Bubai retorted, "You’re the crazy one!"

Sun Wukong confidently said, "With so many of us, why fear the Wild God?"

"The might of the Wild God is beyond your imagination; even the saints are like dust in front of him, eradicated with a wave of his hand! Every powerful individual who sought the Wild God has died. Thousands of millions of years ago, the Supreme God Temple, Baili Clan, and Ancestral Hall of the Human Clan joined forces and entered the Eight Wilderness to capture the Wild God, but only a few escaped, all severely injured," Huo Zhenyu warned, wondering where Qin Jun and the others came from.

How could they not know the terror of the Wild God!

The most terrifying thing in the Eight Wilderness was the Wild God; encountering the Wild God meant certain death!

While others prayed not to meet the Wild God, Qin Jun and his group actively sought him out; did they have a death wish?

"If you won’t help us, then find someone else!"

Qin Jun stared at Huo Zhenyu, causing him to frown deeply.

As Huo Zhenyu hesitated, Qin Jun turned and left, followed closely by the others of God and Demon.

Seeing this, Huo Zhenyu panicked; after seeking for years and not finding sufficiently powerful assistants, how could he give up upon finding a group of saints?

"Besides this, you can make other demands!"

Unfortunately, Qin Jun ignored him, while Ji Bubai muttered to Qin Jun, "How about we capture him and force him to talk?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun immediately stopped.

But Huo Zhenyu heard it clearly, his mouth twitching at the thought of being captured.

After all, he was a Saint Lord!

At that moment, Qin Jun turned back, his gaze somberly meeting Huo Zhenyu’s, and commanded, "Wukong, go!"

"Alright!"

Sun Wukong let out a furious roar, lifted his staff, and charged at Huo Zhenyu.

Huo Zhenyu was caught off guard, wondering how things had escalated to a fight so quickly.

But he wasn’t about to sit back; furious, he exclaimed, "Heavenly Emperor of Qin, you really think I’m easy to bully?"

Boom!

He collided with Sun Wukong, grappling with his Chaos Purple-Gold Staff, both full-powered saints wrestling, the ground beneath them instantly collapsing. Patriarch Bodhi waved his sleeve, lifting everyone into the air with his magic to shield them.

The ground within miles cracked and shattered, countless stones soaring through the sky in a magnificent spectacle.

"What immense power..."

Huo Zhenyu was shocked internally; among the Nine Saint Lords, he boasted the greatest strength, but clashing with Sun Wukong, he gained no upper hand.

Sun Wukong then smiled, "Good! You’re strong!"

As his words fell, Sun Wukong’s right leg stomped on Huo Zhenyu’s chest, sending him flying away. After somersaulting to regain his posture, he charged again at Huo Zhenyu.

Huo Zhenyu vibrated his four arms, stopping midair, and a golden staff with two bull horns appeared before him. He grabbed it quickly and swung furiously at Sun Wukong.

Being one of the Nine Saint Lords, if he were to be defeated by an unknown demon, how could he ever show his face in the universe again?