The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1289: The Shock of the Desolate God

Chapter 1289: Chapter 1289: The Shock of the Desolate God

"Alright, you can go and rest for now, strive to become stronger, and earn merits for me in the future."

Qin Jun waved his hand, his mood extremely good after breaking through to the early stage of the Manifesting Saint Realm.

He had one more opportunity to listen to the Dao, which he could save for later use.

Practicing continuously for tens of thousands of years was hard to endure.

Though he practiced diligently, he did not wish to live a monotonous life like an ascetic monk.

After Roaring Sky Dog, Old Man Yi, and Sha Wujing left, a lute appeared in front of Qin Jun, who bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Fuxi requests an audience."

Qin Jun nodded, "Let him in."

It seemed that the teleportation array had been repaired, and he could travel to his inner universe.

Soon, Fuxi entered the royal garden and bowed to Qin Jun, "Your Majesty, the teleportation array is ready. We can depart at any time!"

Qin Jun smiled, "Very well, call Yang Jian, Sun Wukong, Li Yuanba, Yuan Hong, Chang Qianshang, and Hou Yi!"

Fuxi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Not calling the Heavenly Dao Supreme?"

They were going to confront the Baili Clan, and without the Heavenly Dao Supreme, relying solely on Sun Wukong, would that be enough?

"Let them stay in the Great Qin Heavenly Court!" Qin Jun shook his head and smiled. This trip to the inner universe would undoubtedly be a fierce struggle, with never-ending missions. He would let Yuan Hong and Hou Yi reach their limits and awaken.

Moreover, Yang Jian was the Supreme of the Dao, far surpassing ten Heavenly Dao Supremes.

Fuxi seemed to want to speak but ultimately held back.

Perhaps Qin Jun had other plans, and excessive persuasion might come across as defiance to the emperor.

After Fuxi left, Qin Jun proceeded to the harem. He needed to explain his absence for a while.

After all, he was expecting two more children.

...

The next day.

Qin Jun, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Li Yuanba, Yuan Hong, Chang Qianshang, Hou Yi, and Fuxi gathered in the mountain cave where the teleportation array was located.

The military forces of the Great Qin Heavenly Court had sealed off this planet, and no one else knew that it was a gateway to the Eight Wildernesses.

"Fuxi, you stay here," said Qin Jun. He didn’t want to bring too many people this time; the Xuandang universe needed a strong force to remain stationed.

Fuxi was startled, then bowed, "I wish Your Majesty a smooth journey."

Then, he turned to Sun Wukong and instructed, "Wukong, you’re the strongest. You must protect His Majesty well."

Sun Wukong chuckled, "Naturally!"

"Hmph!"

Yang Jian snorted lightly. He was the strongest here.

If not for His Majesty asking him to conceal his cultivation, he would have already shocked the Great Qin Heavenly Court.

"Activate the array!"

Qin Jun commanded. He amusingly thought, would the Wild God be able to see through Yang Jian’s cultivation?

If not, it meant the Wild God was not as formidable as Yang Jian.

Fuxi nodded, and with thousands of high-grade spirit stones embedded in the teleportation array, he waved his right hand and activated the array with his magical power, causing it to burst into a dazzlingly strong light.

Immediately, Qin Jun and the others stepped into the array.

The teleportation array began to tremble, and the next second, a beam of light shot up from its base, enveloping Qin Jun and the others. When the light pillars faded, they were gone.

"When we meet again, what heights will Your Majesty have reached?" murmured Fuxi. Each time Qin Jun went on a journey and returned, the Great Qin Heavenly Court would experience a surge in strength, with the mightiest being replaced, setting his mind racing.

Could it be that the Baili Clan would be destroyed by His Majesty, or even replaced?

...

Boom, boom, boom—

The roaring in Qin Jun’s ears grew quieter, followed by the Wild God’s voice, "Heavenly Emperor, what brings you here? Eh? You’ve broken through to the Manifesting Saint Realm?"

Hearing this, Qin Jun slowly opened his eyes and found that he had reached the Wild God’s dwelling in a cave, with Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and others standing behind him.

The Wild God swept his gaze across the group, but when he saw Yang Jian, he stiffened.

"You... how is this possible..."

The Wild God’s voice trembled. He clearly remembered that until recently, Yang Jian was merely at the early stage of the Holy Realm, but now...

Sun Wukong, Li Yuanba, Chang Sanfeng, Yuan Hong, and Hou Yi all looked at Yang Jian in astonishment; they couldn’t tell that he had already become a Supreme of the Great Dao.

Yang Jian’s expression remained calm, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

"Where is my father?"

Qin Jun changed the topic and asked, suggesting that the Desolate God’s cultivation was not below that of the second level of the Supreme of the Great Dao.

Otherwise, how could he have immediately seen what was different about Yang Jian?

The Desolate God snapped back to reality and said, "He is practicing with Taichu."

His gaze still hadn’t left Yang Jian.

Qin Jun suddenly understood and smiled, "Tell him I’m out on business and I’ll come back to pick him up later."

Having said that, he walked straight toward the cave entrance, with Sun Wukong and the other deities of the God and Demon following closely behind.

"What are you going to do?"

The Desolate God asked in confusion, as Qin Jun’s departing silhouette made him feel somehow absent-minded.

That year, when the Heavenly Emperor wanted to slay the supreme of the Devil Clan, the way he departed was so similar to how Qin Jun was now.

"Settling scores with the Baili Clan!"

Qin Jun threw back the words without turning his head.

The Baili Clan?

The Desolate God was stunned for a moment, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Reaching the entrance of the cave, Sun Wukong waved his hand to gather a Somersault Cloud and, with everyone aboard, sped towards the edge of the Eight Wilderness.

Meanwhile, on another side of the Eight Wilderness.

Ji Bubai was still engrossed in battle, having served as a sparring partner for the Primordial Demon Ancestor for over a dozen days without a single moment of rest.

At this moment, Ji Bubai had fully assumed the form of the Extreme Flame Demon God, his aura fierce, shaking the mountains below with his power.

The Primordial Demon Ancestor suddenly frowned, turning his head to look at the sky, muttering, "Why have they come back again?"

Ji Bubai’s cultivation was not as profound as his, and he had not yet noticed the arrival of Qin Jun and the others, consumed with his battle and still unable to wound the Primordial Demon Ancestor.

He extended his Divine Consciousness.

All at once, the Primordial Demon Ancestor trembled, his face filled with a look of terror.

...

In the Lin Family’s Immortal Mountain.

Lin Zhizhong was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, with the elders of the Lin Family sitting in a nearby stone pavilion; some elders looked old and haggard, while others appeared young and in their prime.

"Patriarch, three more female disciples have been harmed today. If this continues, the Lin Family will be finished!"

An elder leaning on a cane said in a heavy tone, his expression full of anger.

Lin Zhizhong listened with great irritation and replied, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

They were dealing with the Baili Clan!

A hundred Lin Families combined wouldn’t match even one saint from the Baili Clan.

"Has Yuqi not sent a message back yet?"

Another elder, dressed in green, asked; they could only pin their hopes on Lin Yuqi now.

Hoping that the Heavenly Emperor of Qin would return to aid them.

However, they were merely clutching at straws, and even they felt it highly unlikely that the Heavenly Emperor of Qin would come.

The Baili Clan was not the likes of the Holy Sect or the Heavenly Tiger Sect.

"No response yet."

Lin Zhizhong shook his head; he was anxious too, but impatience was futile.

Just then, a Lin Family disciple ran in frantically, exclaiming, "Patriarch! Disaster! Those saints are declaring they’ll kill ten Lin disciples every day until the Heavenly Emperor of Qin shows himself!"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhizhong and the elders’ faces changed drastically.

Lin Zhizhong vanished on the spot.

If they killed ten people a day, it wouldn’t be long before the Lin Family was completely exterminated. How could he just sit back and do nothing?

"We’re finished..."

"Should we flee? As long as we keep the green mountains, we need not fear running out of firewood!"

"Flee? If you dare to leave the Lin Family’s Immortal Mountain, you’ll be dead within the span of three breaths!"

"The Baili Clan’s oppression is too much!"