The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1338: Devil Clan Dominates

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1338: Devil Clan Dominates

"The time has not yet come."

The system responded, and Qin Jun curled his lip.

It seemed there was still a long time before he could travel back to his original time point.

That was just as well; he was still in the mid-stage of the Holy Realm in terms of cultivation, far from enough to defeat Xia Shenwu.

The unparalleled battle would surely be dominated by him!

Thinking this, Qin Jun closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

The chaos of the outside world was irrelevant to him; after all, he did not truly belong here.

Time continued to pass.

Thirty thousand years after Yuanchu, Yanxuan, and Liwu had left.

Mo Jingcang finally came out of seclusion.

His cultivation had reached the terrifying late stage of the Manifesting Saint Realm, incredibly formidable!

At this moment, he stood atop a high mountain, his body enshrouded in demonic energy, concealing his physique, revealing only his head. His gaze was directed towards the direction of the Heavenly Emperor’s Stone Hall, his eyes full of indignation.

"Heavenly Emperor, one day, I will defeat you, I will reach peaks you have never achieved!"

Mo Jingcang gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, deeply embarrassed by the defeat he had suffered in the last battle at the Heavenly Emperor’s Stone Hall. Each time he thought of it, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Even though his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Manifesting Saint Realm, he felt no impulse to seek revenge against Qin Jun.

Because Qin Jun was too powerful, he understood that he was not yet strong enough to defeat Qin Jun.

Yet, his nature loved slaughter, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer after spending so long in seclusion.

During the seclusion, he had grasped a supreme Divine Power, preparing to unleash a massacre and forge his Divine Power with blood!

With that thought, Mo Jingcang leaped up and let out a long howl.

"I, Mo Jingcang, wish to establish the Devil Clan!"

The howl reverberated, drawing storm clouds swiftly towards him.

At the dawn of Chaos, to dare establish a clan, he was the first one, even alone, worthy of Heavenly Dao’s praise.

The radiance representing Heavenly Dao’s virtue squeezed through the storm clouds, shone upon him, causing his cultivation to skyrocket rapidly.

"This..."

Mo Jingcang was stunned, looking at his hands in disbelief.

He yet didn’t understand what this merit meant.

By establishing the Devil Clan, he brought the concept of a clan to beings, promoting their development, naturally earning the Heavenly Dao’s virtue, motivating other beings to create virtue together!

With the help of the Heavenly Dao’s virtue, Mo Jingcang’s cultivation skyrocketed.

He quickly broke through to the complete Manifesting Saint Realm.

Half Holy!

...

Inside the Heavenly Emperor’s Stone Hall.

Qin Jun suddenly opened his eyes, calculated with his fingers, and a look of realization crossed his face.

"So that’s how it is! No wonder the Devil Clan will become the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao, it’s all destined by fate!"

Qin Jun murmured to himself, his face showing a cryptic smile.

No wonder the great powers enjoyed calculating behind the scenes, this feeling of controlling the whole situation was truly exhilarating.

Even though Mo Jingcang was highly favored by the Heavenly Dao, everything was under Qin Jun’s watch, and he even knew the ultimate fate of the Devil Clan.

This feeling of foreseeing others’ futures was indescribable.

Eventually, Mo Jingcang’s cultivation soared to the peak of the Half Holy Realm, just one step away from becoming a saint.

Even if he became a saint, in Qin Jun’s eyes, he was but an ant.

Unless a Heavenly Dao’s Holy Saint descended, Qin Jun really feared no one.

His cultivation methods, as well as the Divine Powers, bloodline, Heavenly Dao, and Fighting Dao Secret Characters, allowed him to sweep through all in the Holy Realm.

After becoming Half Holy, Mo Jingcang began his conquest, madly challenging the powerhouses of the Chaotic Lands, causing storms and tempests to shake the Chaotic Lands.

"Mo Jingcang defeats the Stubborn Stone Demon King!"

"Heavenly Xuan fell!"

"Sovereign Wang of Cangqi fell!"

"Mo Jingcang fought ten Manifesting Saints alone and won easily!"

"Mo Jingcang established the Devil Clan, anyone can join!"

Explosive news spread across the land of Chaos, as Mo Jingcang began to reveal the edge of his leading role in the grand path.

Qin Jun heard of numerous powerful beings, inherited from the era of the inner universe. On the land of Chaos, they might not be the top contenders, yet in the future, they were to become legendary.

In a hundred years, Mo Jingcang defeated tens of thousands of Manifesting Saints, enjoying unmatched prominence for a time.

Qin Jun did not stop Mo Jingcang, though he wanted to change his fate, he did not wish to alter history.

He did not want to return to a world completely changed, that would be playing it too big.

Another five hundred years passed.

The scale of the Devil Clan began to expand. Anyone who joined the Devil Clan would have their physical bodies altered by Mo Jingcang, falling into corruption and becoming devils.

Although bloodthirsty, the devils possessed formidable combat power, rarely meeting rivals amongst their peers, which made more and more beings aspire to become part of the Devil Clan.

Furthermore, after becoming devils, the disciples fervently worshipped Mo Jingcang, even willing to go through fire and water for him.

In just a few thousand years.

The Devil Clan became the largest force on the land of Chaos, with countless disciples.

Of course, the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace was not considered a force, as the beings gathered around it were not bound and could come and go as they pleased.

One day, what Qin Jun most feared happened.

His third disciple, Liwu, encountered Mo Jingcang.

In mythology, Liwu was known as Liwu Demon Venerable, clearly part of the Devil Clan.

After the great battle, Liwu was defeated. Fearing the Heavenly Emperor, Mo Jingcang did not slay Liwu but instead tempted him to join the Devil Cult.

Ultimately unable to resist the temptation of power, Liwu fell into the Demonic Dao.

Qin Jun had been quietly observing all along. As long as Liwu was not dead, he would not intervene.

As for joining the Devil Clan, it was Liwu’s own choice, and since Mo Jingcang did not force him, Qin Jun did not stop it.

"Everyone has their own fate, each choice is predestined."

Qin Jun sighed, suddenly gaining a deeper understanding of the grand path and fate.

Even if his master was stronger, Liwu still chose the Demonic Dao, such was fate.

He hoped that Liwu would not lose his true self.

Thinking thus, Qin Jun closed his eyes again, ready to cultivate.

At this moment, Baili Shouyue walked in, calling out cautiously, "Heavenly Emperor."

Without opening his eyes, Qin Jun asked, "What is it?"

Baili Shouyue said, "Royal Lord Dong has sent a message, saying that he’s discovered another strange place. The restrictions there are too strong for him to break through, and there are other powerful beings eyeing it."

Qin Jun immediately opened his eyes, as the last strange place had brought him immense gain.

One Chaos supreme treasure and five Chaos spiritual treasures!

The Chaos supreme treasure was a mass of purple mud. Qin Jun had studied it for many years but could not comprehend it, so he merged it with the Heavenly Emperor’s Hall, which had now formed a huge artifact, still a Chaos supreme treasure impossible for even the saints of Heavenly Dao to destroy.

It must be said, though Royal Lord Dong was not very strong, his treasure-hunting ability was second to none.

"Um, I will go now."

Qin Jun closed his eyes, his Divine Consciousness swept out, quickly tracking down the whereabouts of Royal Lord Dong.

The next second, he disappeared from his original spot.

Baili Shouyue, already used to such occurrences, shook his head and left.

...

Under rolling dark clouds, there was a boundless giant lake, its waters black, making one tremble just looking at it.

Royal Lord Dong stood under a giant tree by the lake, his expression grave. Following his gaze, there were two figures confronting each other on the lake’s surface.

One of them was the Extreme Emperor, who now wore a gray robe fluttering in the wind, his aura stronger than before, his eyes piercing, chilling to the bone.

Opposing him was a man dressed in white, none other than Su Emperor!

Su Emperor’s aura was no weaker than that of the Extreme Emperor, his face stern, as if he did not regard the Extreme Emperor highly at all.