The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1283 Xuandang

Chapter 1283: Chapter 1283 Xuandang

Ding, ding, ding—

The mysterious figure swung his arms, and the iron chains whipped out like lashes towards the Demon Ancestor. The chains rapidly stretched and thickened, crossing the Qiuming Abyss and striking the Demon Ancestor’s body.

With a snap, the Demon Ancestor’s arm was lashed so severely that his skin split and flesh burst open, even the stark white of his bones were exposed.

"Who are you?"

The Demon Ancestor suddenly looked up and shouted; at this moment, he seemed less insane than before.

In truth, he wasn’t insane at all but was merely venting his rage and hatred.

Having been suppressed by the Qiuming Emperor for countless eons, how could he not be enraged?

He swore that the first thing he would do upon escaping was to settle the score with the Qiuming Emperor.

Unexpectedly, a mysterious powerhouse had now emerged out of nowhere, capable of injuring him, which he found hard to believe.

During the years of his suppression, he often gathered information about the Xuandang Universe through those who attempted to break into the abyss, knowing that the Xuandang Universe was pitifully weak and even saints were rare.

The mysterious person raised his eyes, which were hollow and lifeless. In a soft voice, he said, "No matter who it is, anyone daring to disrupt this universe must die!"

While speaking, he continued to wave the iron chains coiled around his arms, relentlessly whipping the Demon Ancestor.

Blood and flesh flew about; the Demon Ancestor couldn’t help but roar in pain. It had been so difficult to successfully reconstitute his physical body, and if it were to be destroyed by the mysterious figure, he would never rest in peace.

Qin Jun and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, all somewhat perplexed.

Who exactly is this person?

Why does he speak as if he’s the protector of the universe?

"This person might have surpassed the later stages of the Heavenly Dao Holy Realm, perhaps even the Heavenly Dao itself."

Patriarch Bodhi said gravely; the Xuandang Universe hiding such a strong being, it was uncertain whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"Scram—"

The Demon Ancestor roared again, his demonic energy condensing into black flames that fiercely burned. He swiftly grabbed the iron chain of the mysterious man and flung it towards the other side, the powerful force hurling the mysterious man away.

However, the mysterious man merely flew hundreds of miles before stabilizing his form. He raised his right hand high, and mana surged out like a volcanic eruption, whistling forth, making every creature in the universe feel as if the sky itself was about to collapse, their chests heavy and their breathing rapid.

The mana transformed into two curved blades, parallel to the palms, spinning at high speeds, their wind blades sharp enough to tear through space.

With a throw of his right hand, the two spinning blades flew toward the Demon Ancestor.

"I am Cang Baitian. How dare a nobody like you obstruct my path!"

The Demon Ancestor roared angrily. As he spoke, ten arms simultaneously swept out, and his demonic energy turned into the head of a terrifying beast, with a gaping maw, lunging at the mysterious person.

"Cang Baitian!"

Chang Sheng shouted in shock, and Qin Jun and the others were also moved.

Cang Baitian was a great demon in mythology.

The legends of the Qiuming Emperor that circulated nowadays almost always included one name.

Cang Baitian!

It was said that long ago, when the Devil Clan ravaged the universe, Cang Baitian was their Supreme. Later, he perished in a great battle with the Qiuming Emperor, having fallen into the annals of history.

Who would have thought that Cang Baitian truly existed, and not only was he not dead, but he had also been suppressed in the Qiuming Abyss by the Qiuming Emperor!

"A being that could contend with the Qiuming Emperor."

The more Qin Jun thought about it, the more alarmed he became. He suddenly realized a possibility, that the reason the Qiuming Emperor had suppressed Cang Baitian was perhaps because he couldn’t kill him.

If that was really the case, they were doomed!

"And who is this person?"

Sun Wukong asked, puzzled. Having spent a long time in the Xuandang Universe, he naturally had heard of the legend of Cang Baitian.

Who was the sacred being that could contend with Cang Baitian?

It was definitely no minor character.

Boom—

The mysterious person utilized the iron whip to strike the enormous head made of demonic energy, and in an instant, the horrific pressure from the explosion blew Qin Jun and the others away at a distance, breaking the cosmic space continuously like shattered mirrors, turning it into a void of darkness.

Countless stars were shattered by the explosive force, turning to ash, completely obliterated.

Before any such power, all matter was as fragile as paper mache.

Patriarch Bodhi, Tathāgata, and Xiang Yu enveloped Qin Jun and the others with their mana, but they were still sent flying by the force of the mysterious figure and Cang Baitian.

Even the most sacred of the Heavenly Dao could not resist.

"If this continues, the Xuandang Universe will surely be destroyed!"

Houtu spoke gravely, considering how many living beings were within the Xuandang Universe—if they were to all perish, what a tremendous sin it would be?

Qin Jun understood the consequences, but what could he do?

Cang Baitian was too powerful, and even with all the saints combined, they were not enough.

Whoosh—

The mysterious figure cut through the tumultuous winds and made his way to confront Cang Baitian, his presence no less formidable even though their sizes were not equal.

"Who are you, exactly?"

Cang Baitian asked in alarm and rage, his physical body not yet fully condensed, his strength not one-tenth of its peak, which infuriated him.

The mysterious person uttered two words with icy detachment: "Xuandang!"

As his voice fell, he struck with his palm, emitting a brilliant light that dazzled from the center.

Cang Baitian hastily struck back with his palm. As their palms met, one human and one devil’s force reached its zenith, crushing the spirits of all beings in the three thousand great worlds.

Qin Jun and the others widened their eyes, showing disbelief.

Xuandang!

This mysterious figure was actually Xuandang!

The Xuandang who created the Human Clan?

"Why would Xuandang appear?"

Qin Jun muttered, frowning. If it was Xuandang, that would make sense.

In mythology, Xuandang’s presence was on par with the Qiuming Emperor.

"He seems to have flown out from the Xuandang Universe!"

Patriarch Bodhi stated gravely. So Xuandang had never fallen but had been hiding in the Xuandang Universe all along.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s frown deepened.

Xuandang, once the predecessor to the Wheel of Fate, had been staying in the Xuandang Universe all this time. Qin Jun shuddered, his thoughts drifting to a darker place.

Could Xuandang have been spying on him in the shadows all this time?

"Xuandang..."

Zhang Shang’s face lit up with surprise. After all, Xuandang was the ancestor of the Human Clan; he would not harm them.

He, too, had once been a successor to the Wheel of Fate and knew of Xuandang’s unfathomable strength.

Even if the opponent was Cang Baitian, the outcome was unpredictable.

Meanwhile, the Xuandang Universe plunged into chaos.

In each great world, the natural environment began to deteriorate: volcanoes erupted, tsunamis surged, and fierce storms swept through everywhere.

Even in space, cracks in time and space began to appear, the terrifying pressure making the souls of countless living beings tremble.

"What on earth has happened?"

"Why are our great worlds also collapsing?"

"Which mighty being is fighting now, even more terrifying than before?"

"Could it be the saints?"

"The armies of the Great Qin Celestial Court are also in disarray, something’s not right!"

All living beings were discussing, and the armies in the various battlefields of the Great Qin Celestial Court were also in a panic since the saints had all disappeared, and such terrifying demonic power made it difficult for anyone to remain calm.

At the same time, Cang Baitian and Xuandang were evenly matched in battle.

Sensing that the universe was about to collapse, Xuandang’s expression darkened.

Cang Baitian did not wish to drag it out either. Having barely escaped the constraints of the Qiuming Abyss, he did not want to expend himself here.

With that thought, he roared, his twelve arms striking simultaneously, his surging mana sending Xuandang flying away. Then, he turned and tore open a spatial rift, slipping into it and vanishing without a trace.