The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1333: The Mighty Power of the Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: The Mighty Power of the Heavenly Emperor

"Bring that young demon into the hall," Qin Jun said softly. After finishing his sentence, his figure shimmered, and he moved deeper into the palace.

Royal Lord Dong turned to look for the young demon.

Although Chaos had just begun, the concept of demons had already emerged. As for who propelled this, no one knew.

Before long, Royal Lord Dong led the young demon into the Heavenly Emperor’s stone hall.

This young demon had just transformed, with a cultivation level of only the Scattered Immortal Realm. Of course, within Huaxia mythology, it would be considered a great demon.

It obviously had not fully transformed yet, its form mostly human, but still mostly retaining its beastly shape.

The human form is the innate Dao body.

Back in the day, Nvwa created the Human Clan according to the innate Dao bodies of all beings, which is why the Human Clan has the strongest cultivation talent. For example, the Three Emperors are already at the pinnacle of the Manifesting Saint Realm, but how many years did it take for the leaders of the Witch and Demon Clans?

"Have you seen She-Bishi?" Qin Jun inquired.

The young demon lay prostrate on the ground, cautiously looking up at the legendary Heavenly Emperor, swallowed its saliva, and said, "Yes, he has been suppressed under a mountain..."

It described She-Bishi’s appearance and situation, convincing Qin Jun that it truly was She-Bishi.

"Oh? Did he say who suppressed him?" Qin Jun asked with raised eyebrows. After all, She-Bishi’s cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Manifesting Saint Realm.

Could it be the Extreme Emperor?

The young demon shook its head like a rattle-drum and said, "I don’t know."

Qin Jun nodded, slowly stood up and said, "Then you will lead me there!"

Royal Lord Dong asked, "Your Majesty, do you need me to accompany you?"

Huo Qubing and Ling Yun also looked towards Qin Jun. Huo Qubing had been appointed by Qin Jun as the Warlord, his cultivation now reaching the initial stage of entering the Holy Realm. His disciples couldn’t even hold a candle to him.

Led by Ling Yun, the twelve Holy Generals often carried out tasks for Qin Jun, going out to search for treasures, and had also carved out a formidable reputation.

"No need!"

Leaving behind just those words, Qin Jun waved his sleeve, picked up the young demon, and vanished within the hall.

Leaving the three of them exchanging glances, inwardly marveling at how the Heavenly Emperor’s Divine Power had become increasingly profound; they couldn’t even see how Qin Jun had disappeared.

...

Endless Gobi, densely packed with cliffs and gorges.

A figure darted across the Gobi at an incredible speed, tearing through the air. His hair drenched in blood, his body shrouded in demonic energy, his form obscured, but his face was extremely cold and his red eyes were pupil-less—it was Mo Jingcang.

The true Demon Ancestor!

The first demon of Chaos.

Since transforming, Mo Jingcang realized how different his power was from other beings.

The forces he commanded were far more dangerous than the magical powers of other beings. Among those of the same realm, he was almost invincible.

To distinguish himself, he proclaimed himself as Demon!

Dozens of figures were chasing after him, his subjugated followers, sparring with him and honing their skills through battle.

Boom—

Mo Jingcang suddenly stopped, his arms extended, and an explosion of demonic energy burst out like a tornado, tossing those dozen figures away, plummeting them towards the Gobi and kicking up long plumes of dust.

"No good! You are all too weak!" Mo Jingcang said somberly, these followers once capable of sparring with him, but now they couldn’t keep up with the pace of his growing strength.

He yearned for battles with the strong, to become even stronger.

At that moment, a figure appeared beside him, with a snake’s body and a human head, its face hideous, obviously a failed transformation, it hissed with its forked tongue and said with a laugh, "Your Majesty is so powerful, why not challenge the Heavenly Emperor?"

The Heavenly Emperor!

Mo Jingcang suddenly fell into deep thought. He’d often heard legends of the Heavenly Emperor who frequently taught Dao, and anyone could listen, making many creatures of Chaos revere the Heavenly Emperor. No one dared to offend him.

If he dared to provoke the Heavenly Emperor, it would surely enrage many top powerhouses.

But wasn’t that what he craved—a battle with the strong?

"Is the Heavenly Emperor really as strong as the legends say?" Mo Jingcang asked hesitantly, as beings had deified the Heavenly Emperor, making him synonymous with invincibility.

The serpent-like creature instigated, "Those are just stories. Who could possibly be stronger than you, Your Majesty?"

As those words were spoken, a frightening red light suddenly burst from Mo Jingcang’s eyes.

Indeed!

Who could be stronger than him?

Because he had never encountered a worthy opponent, from the moment Mo Jingcang was born until now, his intellect had remained relatively simple, even to the point of blind arrogance.

"Fine! I’ll go challenge the Heavenly Emperor right now!"

With that declaration, Mo Jingcang transformed into a streak of blood and disappeared into the sky.

The Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace was hardly a secret; many beings had seen it, and Mo Jingcang had passed it by before, too. Because that area teemed with powerful entities, he dared not cause any trouble.

But now he had grown stronger, and his courage had swelled accordingly.

...

Above the wasteland, skeletons were mixed among the grass, appearing as mottled grey and white from high above.

A towering peak stood a lofty ten thousand zhang high, distinct from the surrounding slopes, standing out like a crane among chickens.

She-Bishi was pressed under the mountain, with only his head exposed, much like Sun Wukong had been under Five Finger Mountain in days long past.

His face coated in dust, he looked dully at the ground; the suppression of over fifty thousand years had nearly numbed him.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura and looked up sharply. The next second, ecstasy overtook him.

"Your Majesty!"

Above him, Qin Jun and a small demon stood atop the clouds, looking down at him.

"So powerful..."

The small demon gazed at Qin Jun with an expression full of admiration, shivering uncontrollably. Just moments before, they had been at the Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace, and now here they were in the blink of an eye.

It must be known that it had taken the small demon nearly a hundred years to find the Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace.

Qin Jun looked down at the disheveled She-Bishi, a cold light flickering in his eyes, and with a lift of his right hand, an invisible force began to lift the massive mountain.

The earth shook violently, the entire wasteland trembled, and innumerable bones jostled ceaselessly, indicating just how heavy the mountain was.

An incomparable strength pulled the mountain straight out from the ground, leaving the small demon nearby dumbstruck with awe.

From afar, numerous beings witnessed this scene and nearly wet themselves in fear.

"Am I seeing things?"

"That figure looks like the Heavenly Emperor!"

"Sss—The Heavenly Emperor’s Divine Powers are so vast!"

"This mountain was sealed with a curse, immovable by anyone, but the Heavenly Emperor can move it just by reaching across the air, how formidable!"

"So She-Bishi was telling the truth; he really is a subordinate of the Heavenly Emperor."

The creatures discussed excitedly; they were all active in this area and recognized She-Bishi. They had previously thought She-Bishi was joking, for how could he possibly have a connection with the Heavenly Emperor?

But now the Heavenly Emperor had indeed come to his rescue.

As soon as the restraints on his body dissipated, She-Bishi leaped out, roaring uproariously with his head tilted back.

Who could possibly understand the wrath and humiliation of being suppressed for fifty thousand years?

The aura of a Manifesting Saint spread out, causing all creatures within ten thousand li to tremble in fear.

The suppressed She-Bishi was this powerful?

How formidable must be the entity that suppressed him?

Qin Jun asked in a deep voice, "Who did this?"

She-Bishi hurried back into the air, kneeling before Qin Jun, and said through clenched teeth, "I don’t know his name, but he calls himself the Son of Fate!"

Every time he thought of that face, his chest felt like it would explode with uncontainable anger.

The Son of Fate?

Qin Jun was taken aback, caught by surprise.

The Son of Fate was already here?

...

The price of the Xianxia-purple energy boots mentioned earlier is wrong; it should be twenty-two billion.