The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1267: The Sorrow of Demon Ancestor [Sixth Update]

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1267: The Sorrow of Demon Ancestor [Sixth Update]

"I say, you just have to accept it!"

The crowd was intimidated by Ren Wo Xiao’s statement because he was addressing the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

The Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning endured extreme pain, gritting his teeth and said, "On what basis... who do you think you are..."

"I, Ren Wo Xiao, if you do not listen, you will dissipate into smoke and clouds!"

Ren Wo Xiao sneered, his right hand shook, and the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning screamed as the lightning around him multiplied, tearing his flesh apart and causing his body to shrink rapidly to about two meters in height.

A venerable Demon Ancestor, lying convulsed and writhing on the ground.

Ren Wo Xiao lifted his foot and stepped on the back of the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning’s head, pressing his face into the gravel. Endless humiliation and fear overwhelmed the demon’s heart as he struggled desperately with his hands propped on the ground.

Qin Jun and others, including Patriarch Bodhi nearby, watched in astonishment.

In the presence of Ren Wo Xiao, the terrifying Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was powerless, giving them a feeling as if they were dreaming.

It seemed that even a god of desolation could hardly make the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning so miserable.

Standing on the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, Ren Wo Xiao turned his head to Qin Jun with a smile. "This fellow’s strength should be of great assistance to you, don’t you want it?"

Qin Jun took a deep breath and asked, "Why would you want to help me?"

Clearly having a loyalty of zero, why would Ren Wo Xiao want to help him?

Could there be a conspiracy?

Qin Jun was cautious in his heart; Ren Wo Xiao’s strength had already surpassed his imagination, and he estimated that even a god of desolation would not be a match for Ren Wo Xiao.

So he could not afford to offend Ren Wo Xiao now.

"I do what I want, help who I want to help."

Ren Wo Xiao huffed, looking towards Cangqiong. Above the dense clouds and sea of mist, something seemed to have caught his attention.

"You are too weak now, not worthy of the fortune of the grand Dao. I will help you for now, and later you will understand why I helped you!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun fell silent.

This reason left him feeling suffocated—damn it, his cultivation speed was already skyrocketing like aboard the God State 798 rocket!

Ren Wo Xiao looked down at Qin Jun with a smile, as if seeing through the dissatisfaction in his heart, then said with a laugh, "This minion, do you want him or not? His cultivation has reached perfection in the Heavenly Dao Holy Realm, just one step away from the next realm!"

"Shh—"

The crowd gasped in unison; no wonder the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was so formidable, having reached perfection in the Heavenly Dao Holy Realm.

Patriarch Bodhi clenched his fists, feeling extremely uneasy. Advancing within the Heavenly Dao Holy Realm, each minor realm gap was nearly insurmountable, and he had thought that the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was only in the later phases of the Heavenly Dao Holy Realm, but he turned out to be even stronger.

Doesn’t this mean that Ren Wo Xiao has already surpassed the Heavenly Dao Holy Realm?

"Ren Wo Xiao..."

Ji Bubai murmured to himself; he suddenly remembered when Qin Jun had mentioned this name before. At the time, he thought the name was too pretentious and even considered renaming himself.

Unexpectedly, Ren Wo Xiao lived up to his name.

His strength was strong enough to let him laugh proudly.

"The Devil Clan has already declined; this is fate. If you want to change your fate, you must rely on him."

Ren Wo Xiao looked down at the Demon Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning and said. Then, he raised his right hand and slapped a mysterious golden seal into the demon’s body.

"From today onward, if anything happens to Heavenly Emperor of Qin, I will scatter your soul to the winds!"

After these words, Ren Wo Xiao moved his foot away and walked over to Qin Jun.

Li Yuanba, Yang Jian, and Sun Wukong watched him warily, fearing he might make a move.

Ren Wo Xiao stood opposite Qin Jun, their gazes meeting. He wore an ambiguous smile while Qin Jun’s eyes remained calm, showing no fear.

"Heh..."

Ren Wo Xiao suddenly sneered, causing everyone’s hearts to tighten, then he threw back his head and laughed loudly, his laughter growing wilder and louder.

"The fortune of the grand Dao, indeed interesting!"

After saying this, Ren Wo Xiao turned and walked away, his cloak fluttering, his steps still leisurely as if he were merely out for a stroll.

Like a knight-errant, enjoying the martial world.

Graceful and unrestrained!

Looking at his departing figure, Qin Jun furrowed his brows, filled with confusion.

He did not dislike Ren Wo Xiao, even though his summoning did not pledge loyalty, it helped him subdue the Primal Demon Ancestor.

Could it be that Ren Wo Xiao did this to resolve karma with Qin Jun?

"Young Heavenly Emperor of Qin, the next time we meet, I hope you will have grown stronger. You possess something that I envy; don’t waste it."

With these last words, the figure of Ren Wo Xiao suddenly disappeared into the distance, as the sand and dust swept by, leaving no trace.

It was as if he had never been part of this world. He came without fanfare, and he left alone, quietly, without a trace.

People looked at each other, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

"What a character, Ren Wo Xiao, we cultivators should all aspire to be like this!"

True Person of the Jade Cauldron stroked his beard and sighed, even Sun Wukong stared silently in the direction Ren Wo Xiao had left.

Qin Jun then flew to Tathāgata to check on him.

Tathāgata’s breath was still present, but he was severely injured, which relieved him.

Patriarch Bodhi vigilantly watched the Primal Demon Ancestor lying on the ground.

At this moment, the Primal Demon Ancestor seemed to have lost his soul and did not get up from the ground.

His eyes appeared lifeless, filled with despair.

From then on, he would just be a puppet.

And moreover, a puppet of a weaker being.

The thought made him loathe the idea of suicide, but with countless years of cultivation vanished, he just could not do it.

"It’s finally over, today has truly been an eye-opener."

Death Dao felt extremely emotional; following Qin Jun, he realized that the excitement he had experienced before was nothing in comparison.

The Holy Sect, Ancient Buddha realm, Su Emperor Sect, Ji Longyuan, Huo Zhenyu, Su Emperor, Primal Demon Ancestor, Ren Wo Xiao...

The beings he had once looked up to appeared consecutively, creating an excitement in Death Dao that made him wish he could go into seclusion and cultivate for another several billion years.

Ji Bubai did not reply as usual but lowered his head, deep in thought.

Ren Wo Xiao’s appearance had deeply affected everyone, making the mood of the group somewhat somber.

"What’s next, where do we go to find the Desolate God?"

Li Yuanba scratched his head and asked. The Desolate God had not been drawn out, instead summoning a massacre that left him feeling anxious.

"Why are you looking for me?"

A robust voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to stiffen and hastily look around for the source of the voice.

The Primal Demon Ancestor on the ground shivered and leaped up.

Had the Desolate God appeared?

Qin Jun excitedly scanned his surroundings, but unfortunately, he didn’t see the figure of the Desolate God.

"Desolate God! We are also the Extreme Flame Demon God, come out now!"

Ji Bubai yelled, his desire to grow stronger now immense.

But his cultivation had hit a bottleneck, so he sought the help of the Desolate God.

Tap—

Qin Jun suddenly heard footsteps behind him and turned around, nearly scared to death.

"Damn it..."

Qin Jun couldn’t help but curse, stepping back several paces.

He saw a shabby figure appear before him; the person’s hair was disheveled, his robe tattered and filthy, emitting a foul stench.

Could this be the Desolate God?

Or is it that all supreme powerhouses preferred this kind of attire?

Qin Jun was speechless, having been startled by the sudden appearance of the Desolate God; it gave him an urge to hit someone.