The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1284: Only the Heavenly Emperor Endures

Chapter 1284: Chapter 1284: Only the Heavenly Emperor Endures

Cang Baitian fled, but Xuandang did not chase after him relentlessly. Instead, he stopped in his tracks and furrowed his brows in thought.

"Ding! Due to the escape of the Demon Ancestor Cang Baitian, the main quest—Devil Clan Ambition—has been triggered! Quest details: Cang Baitian, one of the Supremes of the Devil Clan, has now escaped from Qiuming Abyss, seeking to unite the remnants of the ancient Devil Clan and make a resurgence. If the host repels the Devil Clan, they will obtain one opportunity for Heavenly Dao inheritance, two extreme awakening opportunities, one God and Demon summoning opportunity, one designated God and Demon summoning opportunity, two God and Demon pinnacle opportunities, two God and Demon instance opportunities, one system grace opportunity, five random lottery opportunities, and six skill inheritance opportunities!"

"Ding! Main quest—Slaying Cang Baitian—triggered! Quest details: Cang Baitian seeks to reclaim the main role of the Heavenly Dao. If the host kills Cang Baitian, they will obtain one Heavenly Dao inheritance opportunity, one extreme awakening opportunity, one God and Demon summoning opportunity, one designated God and Demon summoning opportunity, two God and Demon pinnacle opportunities, two God and Demon instance opportunities, two system grace opportunities, and one opportunity to listen to the Dao!"

Two consecutive system notifications rang in Qin Jun’s mind, the substantial rewards causing his head to buzz.

The Devil Clan plans to make a resurgence!

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes, unafraid, instead his blood boiled with excitement.

The Devil Clan of old?

He wanted to see if the Devil Clan could withstand the march of the Great Qin Heavenly Court.

Immediately, he turned his gaze towards Xuandang.

The Qiuming Abyss had already shattered, turning into nothing, and all the creatures on the island had become part of Cang Baitian’s flesh and body, without even a chance to reincarnate.

Patriarch Bodhi, Tathāgata, and other sacred figures also looked towards Xuandang, their gazes filled with apprehension.

This was an existence as terrifying as Cang Baitian.

"Xuandang has always been hiding in the Xuandang Great World, presumably he will not be our enemy."

Changshan remained hesitant. He had grown up listening to the legend of Xuandang, who was akin to the ancestor of their Human Clan. Why would he act against his descendants?

"Really?"

Qin Jun murmured softly, wondering why, upon seeing Xuandang, he felt an inexplicable discomfort.

At that moment, Xuandang slowly turned around to look towards Qin Jun and the others, his gaze first falling on Changshan before switching to Qin Jun.

"Two inheritors of the Wheel of Fate standing together."

Xuandang murmured to himself, his eyes full of confusion.

Immediately, he quickly flew towards Qin Jun and the rest, startling the saints into hastily blocking in front of Qin Jun.

Soon, Xuandang arrived ten meters in front of everyone, stopping and quietly looking at Qin Jun with increasingly wide eyes, tremblingly said, "How could it be you!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze towards Qin Jun.

Apart from Xiang Yu and Daji, the rest knew that Qin Jun was the reincarnation of the ancient Heavenly Emperor. Could it be that the former Qin Jun knew Xuandang?

Changshan looked at Qin Jun with mixed feelings, realizing that he had previously wanted to recognize Qin Jun as his son made his face burn.

"Do you recognize me?"

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow and asked. Was it again because of the Wheel of Fate?

"Heavenly Emperor, I have finally met you!"

Taking a deep breath, Xuandang actually bent over to salute Qin Jun, shocking everyone.

The ancestor of the Human Clan saluting Qin Jun?

Remembering what the Primeval God had said, that Qin Jun was once the only one who contended with the Su Emperor, they felt relieved.

Qin Jun was puzzled. If he had truly traveled through the Wheel of Fate back to the ancient times and created the name of the Heavenly Emperor, why couldn’t Changshan and Xuandang?

Or could they also, just not as extensively through time as Qin Jun?

"Through generations, the Wheel of Fate has ended up in the hands of the Heavenly Emperor. Now I see, no wonder you once said, ’reincarnation has no end; only the Heavenly Emperor is eternal.’"

Xuandang exclaimed, leaving everyone stunned.

Reincarnation has no end, only the Heavenly Emperor is eternal?

They gasped in shock, what kind of strength could warrant such a bold statement?

Qin Jun touched his nose. Did he really say something so boastful?

But it did sound like his style.

"I don’t remember the past, who are you to me?"

Qin Jun asked with an inscrutable air about him, secretly admiring his own audacity.

Xuandang said solemnly, "It was thanks to your support that I was able to achieve the Supreme in the Great Dao. I swore to serve you, and I upheld your agreement, guarding this universe for countless eons, finally waiting for your return."

Supreme in the Great Dao?

Qin Jun’s eyes lit up, could this be a realm higher than the Sacred Heavenly Dao?

Everyone looked at each other, curious to no end, what was the Supreme in the Great Dao?

"Why have you not come to see me for tens of thousands of years?" Qin Jun squinted his eyes and asked, including his past life as Ji Bubai, he had been in Xuandang’s universe for two hundred thousand years.

Xuandang said awkwardly, "I was in deep slumber, and I am just a split body. I only awaken when there is a crisis in Xuandang’s universe. The last time I awoke was hundreds of millions of years ago when the Devil Clan invaded."

The Devil Clan invaded hundreds of millions of years ago?

The listeners were thoroughly confused. Changshangshan incredulously asked, "Wasn’t it during the Great Void Era when the Devil Clan defended against invaders from other universes, ultimately leading to their decline?"

Xuandang glanced at him and said, "At that time, it was indeed an invasion by the Devil Clan. The Devil Clan was expelled long ago by the Heavenly Emperor and the Su Emperor. How could they still exist hundreds of millions of years ago? You must have heard some rumors."

The Su Emperor and Heavenly Emperor, together expelled the Devil Clan?

Everyone couldn’t help but look at Qin Jun with admiration. Daji and Xiang Yu also caught on, could it be that Qin Jun was the reincarnation of the ancient Heavenly Emperor?

If that were true, it would explain why Qin Jun possessed such powerful Divine Power that could greatly advance one’s cultivation.

"Back then, some minor remnants survived, perhaps they spread the rumors," Xuandang mused, after hundreds of millions of years, those remnants wouldn’t have grown much, and he didn’t care at all.

Qin Jun smiled and said, "If that’s the case, serve me then!"

Though it was only Xuandang’s split body, if it could contend against Cang Baitian, its cultivation had to be terrifying.

At least stronger than Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi.

Still, Qin Jun kept his wits about him, as he didn’t know much about ancient matters and couldn’t take Xuandang’s word for it.

He would have to check with the Ancient Gods when he had a chance.

Xuandang nodded without hesitation and said, "My original self left me here to wait for you, just command me as you wish."

Everyone was stunned, had Qin Jun just enlisted a formidable powerhouse so effortlessly?

Xiang Yu and Daji were particularly stunned.

The others were less surprised; they had witnessed more dramatic scenes, such as when Taishu Demon Ancestor submitted to Qin Jun.

"How big of a game had His Majesty played previously?"

Tathāgata wondered internally, acknowledging a true sovereign.

Compared to Qin Jun, his former Western Buddhism practice seemed like mere child’s play.

"For now, nothing; I will seek you out when needed."

Qin Jun dismissed with a smile, with Xuandang stationed here, it seemed the Xuandang universe was secure.

Unless a being more potent than Cang Baitian appeared.

Little did they know, Cang Baitian’s power shown previously was less than a tenth of his peak.

Xuandang nodded, flipping his hand and pulling out an ancient bronze token, on which a vague figure was engraved.