The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1337: Era of Great Conflict

Chapter 1337: Chapter 1337: Era of Great Conflict

"Why are you... so strong?"

Mo Jingcang knelt before Qin Jun, fresh blood incessantly flowing from his mouth, his eyes filled with shock and horror.

At the dawn of Chaos, the first Demon Ancestor had never felt such despair.

With just a shout, Qin Jun had gravely wounded him, rendered him immobile. At this moment, Mo Jingcang began to question his life.

"Because I am the Heavenly Emperor, eternally transcendent, while you, you are but a speck of dust newly emerged into the world!"

Qin Jun looked down at him expressionlessly, but inside, he was elated.

Was it inappropriate to trample this future Demon Ancestor like this?

Anyway, it felt pretty good to him.

"Heavenly Emperor... eternally transcendent..."

Struck as if by lightning, Mo Jingcang became utterly dispirited, muttering ’Heavenly Emperor’ and ’eternally transcendent’ over and over.

Cheers that shook heaven and earth surged around them, all rallying for the Heavenly Emperor.

These voices pierced his heart like needles, causing him excruciating pain.

Looking at the nearly broken Mo Jingcang, Qin Jun’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and Mo Jingcang suddenly felt the pressure lifted from him. He lost his balance and collapsed on the ground, drenched in cold sweat. He gasped for breath, desperately trying to calm the fear in his heart.

"There are always higher beings, heavens beyond heavens, and I am that utmost heaven. You are strong in this land; if you wish to establish your domain, vision is paramount. Not understanding your opponent will only lead you into an endless disaster," Qin Jun said coldly.

Hearing this, Mo Jingcang’s hands dug into the soil, his mind shaken, Qin Jun’s words echoing ceaselessly in his head.

There are always higher beings!

Heavens beyond heavens!

"Go back!"

Qin Jun waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind suddenly appeared, sweeping Mo Jingcang away, disappearing into the farthest reaches of the universe.

The battle could even be said to have ended before it had begun.

The prowess displayed by the Heavenly Emperor was beyond anyone’s imagination.

Nearly ten million creatures spread the word after the event, and soon the tale spread like wildfire throughout the lands of Chaos.

The proud and unyielding Mo Jingcang knelt defeated before the Heavenly Emperor, without any power to resist!

This made the name of the Heavenly Emperor spread even farther and grow even greater.

After his crushing defeat, Mo Jingcang began his seclusion, plunging the lands of Chaos back into calm.

Qin Jun resumed his life of lecturing on cultivation, for in the land of Chaos, time was the least valuable commodity, so he couldn’t be bothered using his opportunities to listen to lectures.

Even if he wanted to, who was qualified to lecture him now, aside from Hongjun?

Time flies like a shuttle.

A hundred thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

The lands of Chaos grew increasingly vibrant, a haven for formidable beings, now entering the age of Manifesting Saints.

Qin Jun’s three disciples, Yuanchu, Yanxuan, and Liwu, also successively stepped into the Manifesting Saint Realm. Xiling, Huo Qubing, Ji Haoye, Ju Liusun, and Ling Yun followed, making their breakthroughs into the Manifesting Saint Realm.

Moreover, the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace, established by Qin Jun, already had tens of millions of followers, with over a million creatures in the Daluo Realm, and more than ten thousand reaching the Holy Realm.

In just a hundred thousand years, a torrent of powerful beings emerged on the land of Chaos.

Countless treasures, magical items were seized by creatures. As they gained sentience, these creatures also developed emotions and desires. The word ’interest’ emerged, and the lands of Chaos became saturated with the scent of bloodshed.

One day, after Qin Jun finished his lectures, looking at the myriad of creatures that covered the vast land, he said, "You may all leave now; in the next million years, I will not hold lectures. May you each find your own opportunities."

"Thank You, Your Highness, the Heavenly Emperor!"

Tens of millions of creatures cried out in unison, the magnitude of their voices so great that creatures across half of the land of Chaos could hear.

Gazing at Qin Jun, who appeared like a deity high in the sky, an ardor and gratitude filled the eyes of the tens of millions of creatures.

Who else but the Heavenly Emperor could show such generosity now?

Although some other powerhouses would also emulate Qin Jun by preaching to attract strong followers, none would give away anything of real substance, and certainly none would preach as often as Qin Jun without any demands.

At the end of each lecture, Qin Jun never asked if they were willing to stay, sparing them the awkwardness.

Qin Jun vanished from where he was and returned to the stone hall of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Shouyue, summon Yuanchu, Liwu, and Yanxuan."

Qin Jun instructed Baili Shouyue, who stood respectfully in the corner. Shouyue’s cultivation had now reached the level of Taiyi Mysterious Immortal, and his smooth talking had made him quite favored by Qin Jun.

"Yes!"

Baili Shouyue respectfully responded, now fully transformed into a young-looking figure, thanks to a pill Qin Jun had exchanged for in the Mythology Store that allowed him to re-cultivate his form.

He had no choice, for his previous form was too unsightly for Qin Jun to bear.

Before long, Baili Shouyue led Yuanchu and the other two into the hall.

They knelt down in front of the stone throne, cupped their hands together, and said, "We greet you, Master!"

Qin Jun nodded lightly, looking at the three of them with a multitude of feelings swirling in his heart.

When he first took them in as disciples, they were naive and clueless children. Now, they had all grown into imposing figures.

Yuanchu had a handsome appearance and an air of aloofness, giving off the vibe of a proud genius.

Yanxuan was short-tempered, with a robust build, and exuded an aura of ferocity.

Liwu had an appearance akin to Sun Wukong and Yuan Hong, but his aura was exceptionally cold and inscrutable.

"You’ve all achieved Manifesting Saint status; it’s time to venture out and temper yourselves."

Qin Jun said with a smile, the three future legendary figures could not become hothouse flowers.

He didn’t know when he would leave and certainly didn’t want his disciples to be unable to stand on their own before he did.

Yuanchu, Yanxuan, and Liwu were not flustered but rather had sparks of eagerness in their eyes.

How could a sharp sword remain sheathed forever?

"Master, I’ve been waiting for this day!" Yanxuan grinned, his breath coming out hot and fiery, clearly impatient.

Although Yuanchu and Liwu stayed silent, their eyes betrayed their anticipation.

"Leave now!"

Qin Jun waved his hand, his gaze toward the three complicated.

After more than a hundred thousand years together, he had come to treat them like his own children. The fact that they were about to depart made it hard for him not to feel reluctant.

The three of them kowtowed to Qin Jun with such force that the entire stone hall was shaken, causing him to shake his head in amusement.

"When we return next time, we will surely have made a name for ourselves!"

Yuanchu said with a deep voice. As the first disciple with the strongest cultivation and most mature, Qin Jun felt quite at ease with him.

"We will definitely not fail your expectations, Master!"

Following Yanxuan’s words, Liwu looked at Qin Jun with a hint of reluctance, although he did not speak.

Liwu was usually silent, but Qin Jun never neglected him, treating all three equally. Without Qin Jun, how could they have reached the level of Manifesting Saint in tens of thousands of years?

Qin Jun gestured for them to leave quickly.

The three had no choice but to get up and go, looking back every three steps until they reached the main hall entrance, and then they vanished in an instant.

"Yuanchu Emperor, Emperor of Yanzhuan, Liwu Demon Venerable... Let’s see if you can live up to the legends,"

Qin Jun murmured as he watched them depart, then asked himself, "By the way, what was that mandatory task mentioned when the Wheel of Fate was activated?"

It had been over a hundred thousand years and yet it had still not been triggered.

There must be a catch!