The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1346 Demon Ancestor vs Confucius

Chapter 1346: Chapter 1346 Demon Ancestor vs Confucius

On the peak of the mountain, a great wind suddenly rose, howling as it swept boundless, endless clouds along.

Confucius stood at the summit, his robes flapping loudly, holding the Spring and Autumn Pen, and he looked up into the sky and exclaimed, "Today, I, Kong Qiu, with the Spring and Autumn Pen as my oath, establish Confucianism, impart rites and laws to the people, propagate the principles of benevolence and righteousness, educate all beings, and guide them out of their lost paths. The Grand Way is my mirror, my grand vow remains eternal and unchanging!"

His words were powerful, resounding with a clang as if striking the ground!

A grand righteousness followed his words, embedding itself in the river of history, forever indelible!

Boom—

Suddenly, a bolt of thunder resounded, with the force of a thousand weights, as if the sky were about to collapse.

Following that, a beam of radiant light pierced through the sea of clouds, shining upon Confucius with unmatched brilliance across the world.

The Grand Way allowed him to establish his teachings!

It was very supportive, specifically accompanying it with the virtues of the Grand Way!

A trace of joy appeared on Confucius’ face; he could feel his cultivation soaring.

Soon, he broke through to the Holy realm!

Wrapped in virtues, no Thunder Tribulation!

As the first to establish a teaching and vow a grand vow, blessed by the Grand Way, Confucius’ cultivation continued to skyrocket.

His holy might swept across the lands of Chaos, causing countless beings to tremble with fear.

At this moment, the words of Confucius’ previous oath resounded again, amplified by the Grand Way, echoing over and over across the lands of Chaos, causing numerous beings to clamor.

"Who is Kong Qiu?"

"Confucianism?"

"Is this person about to become holy?"

"He has already become holy! Could this be the merit-based ascension to sainthood mentioned by the Heavenly Emperor?"

"Tsk tsk, another has become a god. When will Mo Jingcang become holy?"

"First the disappearance of the Blood Devouring Demon God, now Kong Qiu’s ascension to sainthood. The times are turbulent!"

Across the lands of Chaos, in every corner where there were sentient beings, they discussed this matter.

The area around the Heavenly Emperor’s stone temple was also caught in a sensation. This place was closest to where Confucius became holy, and the holy might was felt most clearly.

Since Confucius had spent some time at the Heavenly Emperor’s stone temple, some creatures recognized him there, and now hearing of his sainthood, they felt as if they were dreaming.

Creatures familiar with Confucius swiftly spread the news, and soon, the beings around the Heavenly Emperor’s stone temple were all informed and immediately became excited.

Could Confucius’s ascension to sainthood be related to the Heavenly Emperor?

Thinking this, especially those beings who were Manifesting Saints, suddenly found themselves gasping for breath, their eyes on the Heavenly Emperor’s stone temple filled with eagerness.

Inside the grand hall, Qin Jun laughed, "Finally, one of my subordinates has become a saint."

Xiling, Huo Qubing, Ju Liusun, and the twelve holy generals and other confidants offered their congratulations, but their hearts were filled with envy because they too wished to become saints.

Qin Jun noticed their expressions and laughed, "Don’t worry, in the future, you all can become saints, or even surpass the saints?"

Surpass the saints?

His subordinates were deeply shaken. Could it be that His Majesty had foreseen a method to surpass sainthood?

"Your Majesty, are these words to be taken seriously?"

"To surpass a saint? What realm would that be?"

"Could it be that an undying saint is not the ultimate state?"

"It is hard to imagine; as Your Majesty has said, the path of cultivation is endless."

They discussed animatedly, seeming excited.

Qin Jun sat on the Supreme Nine Dragons Throne, lounging lazily as he laughed, "Your Majesty is not jesting; go welcome Confucius first and help him cleanse off the dust of the road. I need to continue my cultivation."

The subordinates had no choice but to bow and leave, genuinely admiring Qin Jun’s diligence and not daring to disturb him. They also wanted to inquire from Confucius about the matter of becoming holy.

Elsewhere, in the palace of the Demon Ancestor.

Mo Jingcang sat on the throne, supporting his forehead with his right hand, his eyes full of bloodshot vessels.

The disappearance of the Blood Devouring Demon God had already driven him mad, and now, someone had become holy!

He had been stuck at the threshold of becoming a saint for hundreds of thousands of years, yet there was no opportunity to become a saint. At this moment, he was nearly on the brink of collapse.

"Kong Qiu... dared to become a saint before me..."

Mo Jingcang’s right hand clenched tightly on his forehead, blood dripping down between his fingers, a ghastly and terrifying sight.

The Heavenly Emperor, the Extreme Emperor, the Su Emperor, and now Kong Qiu—there were already four saints!

Any one of them could shatter the current glory of the Devil Clan, and with Kong Qiu establishing Confucianism, clearly harboring ulterior motives, possibly even desiring to compete for supremacy in the world, how could he be at ease?

"I must become a saint... I must..."

Mo Jingcang suppressed his rage, shaking the entire Demon Ancestor Palace with his murderous aura.

"Confucianism..."

He muttered to himself, as if falling into a demonic barrier.

He could hear many beings outside the palace discussing the name of Kong Qiu, those voices piercing his heart like steel needles.

About an hour later, the majestic presence of Confucius finally dispersed.

Atop the mountain peak.

Confucius held the Spring and Autumn Pen, his entire demeanor seemingly merging with heaven and earth, ready to ascend to immortality at any moment.

"Is this what it means to be a saint?"

He murmured to himself, his face devoid of joy, instead contemplating something.

Then, he quickly flew towards the Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace.

His becoming a saint was guided by Qin Jun, so his loyalty not only did not decline, but actually increased.

He was now even more curious about Qin Jun.

Confucius’s sainthood, in the ten thousand years that followed, was frequently mentioned by beings, even acclaimed as the second saint, only next to the Heavenly Emperor.

Later, knowing that Confucius’s sainthood was guided by the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor’s status became increasingly high, and Qin Jun’s fame skyrocketed without stopping.

Confucius’s founding of a religion and becoming a saint also led many powerful beings to follow suit.

For a time, various sects appeared on the lands of Chaos, diverse and numerous, but sadly, none attained the merit of the great path.

Setting up a religion was no mere talk.

Ten thousand years later, Confucius left the Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace, preparing to establish his own sect, as suggested by Qin Jun, but outsiders speculated whether Confucius had fallen out with the Heavenly Emperor?

That day, Mo Jingcang finally became a saint!

The Thunder Tribulation struck fiercely, flattening the land in a radius of a billion miles, causing catastrophe for hundreds of thousands of Devil Clan disciples.

After forty-nine days, Mo Jingcang finally succeeded in crossing the tribulation, becoming the fifth saint of the lands of Chaos.

"It’s over! Mo Jingcang has actually become a saint!"

"The Devil Clan is truly unstoppable!"

"Unstoppable? Can Mo Jingcang surpass the Confucian Saint? Surpass the Heavenly Emperor?"

"The Heavenly Emperor is benevolent and will definitely not abandon all living beings!"

"How powerful is a saint, exactly?"

In the lands of Chaos, most beings began to feel fearful.

With Mo Jingcang’s ascension to sainthood, he would surely become even more tyrannical and domineering, and living beings would suffer, a Great Tribulation looming.

Elsewhere, after resting for several days, Mo Jingcang headed towards Confucianism.

Confucius had found a mountain top, called out loudly from the summit to recruit disciples, and with the prestige of a saint, Confucianism rapidly grew.

Arriving at the gates of Confucianism, Mo Jingcang scoffed, with hundreds of thousands of Devil Clan disciples and hundreds of Manifested Saints behind him, not lacking Half Holy beings among them, including Liwu, who had reached Half Holy, his cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds.

"Confucian Saint, I have come to visit you, come out at once!"

Mo Jingcang called out spiritedly, intending to subdue Confucius this time.

The Heavenly Emperor was too powerful, giving him a psychological shadow; he had even once fought against two saints alone. To contend with the Heavenly Emperor, he could only seek to ally with Confucius.

It must be said, he was full of confidence in himself, even though Confucius had become a saint ten thousand years before him, he still had the confidence to defeat Confucius.

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In the previous Chapter, Ju Liusun was mistakenly written as Giant Spirit God, plus, an outburst at dawn!