The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1282: The Return of the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 1282: Chapter 1282: The Return of the Demon Ancestor

A golden giant palm landed on the demon shadow, pressing it as if the shadow were a flickering candle flame, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.

"Qiuming! I am not willing to accept this! I must kill you! I want you to never transcend in eternity! To endure endless pain!"

The demon shadow roared incessantly, the anger and hatred in its voice sending chills down one’s spine.

What kind of enmity had driven him to such madness?

Even Changsheng, who had spent millions of years in the Qiuming Abyss, was terrified, for he knew that if such a powerful Demon Ancestor were to break free, fueled by this rage, it would certainly bring about a catastrophic calamity.

Patriarch Bodhi also made his move, countless golden lotuses flying out from his sleeves, swiftly enveloping the Qiuming Abyss and the demon shadow.

Booming sounds echoed—

The Qiuming Abyss suddenly shook violently, as Evil Resentment Energy rapidly surged into the demon shadow, making it grow stronger and scattering the golden lotuses.

Its momentum swelled like a tidal wave.

Patriarch Bodhi and Tathāgata’s faces changed drastically, and they retreated hastily.

At that moment, Qin Jun, Xiang Yu, Sun Wukong, Li Yuanba, Yang Jian, Fuxi, Houtu, and Daji appeared out of nowhere in the distance.

"What is that..."

Fuxi’s eyes widened in disbelief; the demon shadow had not been so terrifying before. Now, from afar, merely the sight of it quickened his heartbeat.

The demon shadow grew taller and more fierce, especially against the backdrop of the cosmos where the light dimmed, creating an even more oppressive feeling.

The enormous Qiuming Abyss now seemed like nothing more than a stepping stone for the demon shadow to stand upon, showcasing its immense size—enough to make anyone’s heart pound and blood coagulate.

Qin Jun frowned deeply; due to his lower cultivation level, he couldn’t discern who was stronger, the demon shadow or the Primeval Demon Ancestor, but he could see that neither Tathāgata nor Patriarch Bodhi could do anything about the demon shadow.

"This demonic energy..."

Newly ascended saint Daji paled, having never felt such an overwhelming force before. Even as a saint, she felt as insignificant as an ant.

Xiang Yu clenched his teeth, taking out the newly reforged Domineering Star Halberd and charging toward the Qiuming Abyss.

Sun Wukong did the same, thrusting his Chaos Purple Gold Rod forward. The rod extended rapidly, and with a loud bang, pierced through the demon shadow, but alas, it failed to harm it.

Just then, the demon shadow suddenly emitted a powerful suction force, dragging in the ferocious beasts and living souls from the Qiuming Abyss into its body, among them the figures of cultivators.

The Qiuming Abyss was a notorious place known throughout the Three Thousand Worlds, and every day, numerous cultivators ventured within. These cultivators didn’t have time to escape when the Abyss erupted in turmoil.

"Save me—"

"We’re doomed..."

"What is this? Oh, my heavens!"

"Someone, save us!"

The screams sent shivers down the spine, and the roars of the beasts, coming together, were deafening.

Xiang Yu swung the Domineering Star Halberd forcefully but at that moment, the demon shadow suddenly looked down at him, a pair of bloodshot eyes opening from the darkness. Xiang Yu felt an invisible force strike him, his body unable to resist, and he was sent flying backward.

"This power..."

Xiang Yu’s eyes bulged, filled with disbelief.

Now, the demon shadow began to solidify, using the absorbed living creatures and beasts to form a physical body—a gruesome scene. The living creatures and beasts plunged into endless agony, their flesh visibly dissolving into a bloody mud, their screams echoing through the cosmos.

Qin Jun, too, was horrified at the sight.

Refining countless living beings into one’s own flesh was unheard of.

"This demon must be eradicated!"

Patriarch Bodhi declared fiercely, his hands forming seals, golden mana erupting from within, condensing into a huge golden sword above his head, reaching a million zhang in length.

With a push of his hands, the golden giant sword tore through space, moving instantaneously before the demon shadow.

Boom—

An invisible force blocked the golden giant sword, the tip mere meters away from the demon shadow’s head; from a distance, it nearly struck.

Waves of air twined around the golden giant sword, extending tens of millions of miles, a sight to behold.

"Begone—"

The demon shadow roared, and the golden giant sword shattered instantly.

The scene further intensified Qin Jun and the others’ terror.

If even Patriarch Bodhi and Tathāgata couldn’t do anything about the demon shadow, who else could contend with it?

"Could it be that the scenario of the Eight Wilderness is about to repeat itself?"

Qin Jun clenched his fists tightly; the Wild God was not here.

Sun Wukong had disappeared to who knows where.

What should be done now?

Allow this Demon Ancestor to condense a flesh body?

The screams grew fainter and fainter, and the demonic shadow began to shrink, its whole body a mass of twisting flesh, utterly revolting.

At the same time,

within the Xuandang Great World,

mountains stretched on endlessly, the sky clear for thousands of miles. Suddenly, one of the tall mountains crumbled, followed by a beam of bright light shooting from the earth, piercing the sky, quickly flying out of the Xuandang Great World, streaking into the depths of the starry sky.

Boom, rumble—

The rolling demonic energy spread across billions of miles of space, forcing Qin Jun and others to retreat time and again.

"Now what should we do?"

Li Yuanba gritted his teeth and asked. Under normal circumstances, he would have recklessly rushed in.

But after achieving saintliness, he had become much wiser. To rush in now would mean certain death.

No one answered him. Even powerful figures like Patriarch Bodhi and Tathagata were at a loss at this moment.

"Qiuming! You wait for me!"

The demonic shadow was still roaring; its flesh body was about to fully condense—a colossal humanoid flesh body, like a skinned corpse.

Soon, ten arms grew from its back, gradually forming skin.

The Demon Ancestor reemerged!

"Your Majesty, we should retreat first!"

Daji spoke to Qin Jun. Qin Jun’s cultivation seemed too weak here, and was likely to face mortal danger next.

Qin Jun clenched his teeth, but remained silent.

Where could he retreat to?

What would become of the Great Qin Heaven if he left?

What would happen to the Xuandang Universe?

As for staying and battling alongside the saints, that was something he could not do.

He would rather die in battle than live a cowardly life.

In his past life as the War God Ji Yongsheng, he had possessed such unyielding spirit.

He feared no foe, no matter how formidable!

Swoosh—

Just then, a beam of light sped from the direction of the Xuandang Great World, its momentum formidable, startling everyone into turning their heads to look.

The beam of light streaked past them, heading straight for the Demon Ancestor.

Seemingly sensing something, the Demon Ancestor ceased its roars and turned its head to look at the fast-approaching beam of light.

It threw a punch, trying to scatter it.

The bright light suddenly dissipated, revealing a mysterious figure.

He wore ragged clothes, his hair wild like weeds, and chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

Facing the fist of the Demon Ancestor, he did not dodge, but instead charged head-on.

With a thunderous crash!

The thousand-foot-tall Demon Ancestor was actually sent flying backward, out of the Qiuming Abyss.

This mysterious person, less than ten feet tall, had managed to knock back the Demon Ancestor, leaving Qin Jun and the others flabbergasted.

"This..."

Fuxi’s voice trembled. He swept the area with his Divine Consciousness but couldn’t make out the mysterious figure’s cultivation level.

Had such a powerful figure been hidden in the Xuandang Universe all along?

"His cultivation..."

Patriarch Bodhi’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. Why did this scene feel so eerily familiar?

When the Primordial Demon Ancestor ran amok, Sun Wukong had appeared—much like now.

However, Sun Wukong had been elegantly attired, whereas this person looked more like a prisoner.