The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1318: Daoist Cundi

Chapter 1318: Chapter 1318: Daoist Cundi

"There’s only one way out of this."

The system urgently said, making Qin Jun very anxious, what are you hesitating for!

If you don’t speak soon, I’m going to be dead for good!

You might as well start looking for a new host!

"Rely on the host’s Wheel of Fate to travel through time and space; by the next return, the host had better be strong enough to resist this power."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s eyes widened.

Could this be his chance to return to the ancient past?

With that thought, he tried hard to spur the Wheel of Fate into motion.

With a bang!

He was sucked and slammed into a mountain peak, breaking through the mountain, almost completely dismembering his body.

Hou Yi was okay, after all, he had the cultivation of the late Heavenly Dao Supreme Realm, unafraid of the island’s hard mountains; if it had been one entering the realm of the sage realm, they probably couldn’t withstand the hardness of this island.

Crashing through mountains one after another, Qin Jun still couldn’t control the Wheel of Fate.

It made him frantic with urgency.

"The system can help the host, but thereafter the host will have a mandatory task!"

Hearing the voice in his mind, Qin Jun couldn’t care less and agreed right away.

"Hurry up! I’ll accept whatever the task is!"

Qin Jun urged, if he died here, that would be too tragic, not even knowing who the others were or what they looked like.

No sooner had he agreed than the Wheel of Fate inside him started spinning uncontrollably, and the space around him visibly began to twist.

"The system will help the host be sent back to a point of tens of thousands of years ago, the rest will be up to the host alone."

Tens of thousands of years?

Qin Jun almost spat blood, could tens of thousands of years enable him to reach a height where he could contend with the Supreme Dao?

He couldn’t believe it!

What about the expected ancient past?

Just then, a terrifying aura swept over from the center of the huge island.

"This is... the aura of fate! Who are you!"

That voice rang out again, becoming incredibly irate, filled with rage and murderous intent.

The Wheel of Fate inside Qin Jun suddenly burst forth with strong light, ready to traverse time and space.

"Can Hou Yi be brought along?"

Qin Jun asked in his mind, not because he needed Hou Yi’s protection, but for fear that Hou Yi would be in trouble if left here.

"When the host returns next time, it will be the same point in time, there’s no need to worry about Hou Yi!"

The system explained, and the next second, Qin Jun only felt a blur before his eyes, and his consciousness began to feel dizzy.

Rumbling—

Deafening roars echoed in his ears, and Qin Jun only felt the surrounding space beginning to compress, causing him excruciating pain, as his sacred bones broke one after another.

"What’s going on?"

Qin Jun couldn’t see, and fear surged in his heart; the last time he traveled through time and space, it was nowhere as painful as now.

"The other party is trying to stop the host and has already disrupted the space-time turbulence; where the host will end up next, the system can’t be certain!"

The system quickly said, hearing this made Qin Jun’s emotions a mix of shock and anger.

Who exactly was the other party?

To be able to interfere with his time-space travel, to what extent had their cultivation reached?

Before Qin Jun could think further, his consciousness completely plunged into Chaos.

...

He didn’t know how much time had passed, maybe the seas had changed into mulberry fields, or perhaps it was just a blink of an eye.

"Hu hu—"

The sound of the wind woke Qin Jun’s consciousness gradually.

He slowly opened his eyes to see endless sand and wind.

Rolling thunderclouds churned overhead, and Qin Jun lay in the land of carnage, half of his body buried under sand and stone, dirty and disheveled, completely devoid of his former Heavenly Emperor’s elegance.

"Where is this..."

Qin Jun began to sort through his chaotic thoughts, gritting his teeth in trying to prop himself up, but it was hopeless—his bones were shattered, and his elixir field was dried up, leaving him without a trace of magical power.

Soon, he woke up fully.

"Damn it... Does every transmigration have to begin with a severe injury?"

Qin Jun was frustrated, but at least his Divine Consciousness was still functional. He scanned the surrounding area and found no trace of living beings within tens of thousands of miles, as if he were the only person in the world.

"System, where the hell am I?"

Qin Jun curiously asked in his mind, hoping the time was as far back as possible.

That would give him time to cultivate to the extreme and return to his original time point to save Hou Yi and Yang Jian.

And while he was at it, challenge Xia Shenwu again!

"Unable to estimate."

The system’s answer made Qin Jun’s heart sink.

He struggled to exchange for a healing pill from the mythology store and ingested it. This pill could recover injuries of a Manifesting Saint within a short time. It was expensive, but for Qin Jun, it was just a trifle.

"System! Begin summoning God and Demon!"

Qin Jun commanded inwardly. Although he did not know which era he was in, it did not prevent him from summoning. Even if he couldn’t bring them back, he could establish his power early, like he had done with Little White Dragon and Meng Tian, and wait for his return.

"Ding! Commencing random summoning of God and Demon!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for summoning Land God, from mythology. Would you like to summon again?"

"Summon again..."

"Ding! Commencing another random summoning of God and Demon!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for summoning Duke Huan of Qi, from mythology. Would you like to summon again?"

Duke Huan of Qi?

Damn!

Isn’t he the first of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn period?

Qin Jun almost spit blood, having summoned such a figure.

Duke Huan of Qi left a profound mark in history, best known for his anecdote about realizing one’s mistake and correcting it, which referred to Duke Huan’s old horse.

Could Duke Huan of Qi be the reincarnation of which deity?

Qin Jun suddenly remembered that some ancient texts listed Duke Huan of Qi as a deity, such as "The Chart of the True Spirit’s Position," which was tantamount to the first Taoist mythology book.

After some thought, he still decided to pass.

Even if Duke Huan was a God and Demon, his talent was probably not high.

"Summon again!"

Qin Jun decided inwardly, hoping to summon a God and Demon of high potential this time.

"Ding! Commencing another random summoning of God and Demon!"

At that moment, the thunderclouds above Qin Jun’s head began to churn rapidly, a vast Tianwei descending, startling him into struggling to look up.

Only a faint silhouette could be seen through the thunderclouds, merely a dark shadow, unidentifiable.

Qin Jun watched, dripping with cold sweat, not daring to extend his Divine Consciousness, lest he alarm the other.

That vast and desolate presence was at least a Half Holy.

For the currently severely injured him, let alone Half Holy, even a Manifesting Saint could finish him off.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for summoning Daoist Cundi, from mythology. Would you like to restore his previous life’s memory?"

The system’s prompt sounded, causing Qin Jun’s eyes to widen in shock.

Holy shit!

Summoning Daoist Cundi at a time like this?

Daoist Cundi was depicted as shameless in many later novels, leaving Qin Jun with a bad impression.

It was said that Cundi, whenever he took a fancy to someone or something, would scheme to possess it, whether it was a person or a treasure, by any means necessary to spread the Western Sect.

The most critical point was that Cundi, a Supreme being with immense ambition, would Qin Jun be able to subjugate him?

"Do not restore his previous life’s memory."

Qin Jun said through clenched teeth; at that moment, a roar that shook Cangqiong emanated from above.

"Roar..."

It sounded like a dragon, or maybe like an elephant, growing fainter and filled with pain.

Qin Jun couldn’t help but swallow hard, secretly praying that beast wouldn’t come down.

No sooner had this thought arisen than a gale came howling down, making him feel as if he had been struck by a gigantic boulder, worsening his injuries and causing blood to spurt from multiple places on his body.