The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1350: The First Extreme Flame Demon God [Fourth Update]

Chapter 1350: Chapter 1350: The First Extreme Flame Demon God [Fourth Update]

"Hooo—"

Ji Haoye roared maniacally, the flames on his body growing more fierce by the moment; the fire spread in all directions from his feet.

The earth shook violently, and swirling spiritual energy rushed towards him.

His cultivation surged wildly!

"This..."

Mo Jingcang stared in disbelief. Was this fellow’s bloodline beginning to transform?

Confucius too watched in bafflement. Ji Haoye seemed to be transforming into a different creature, eerily mysterious.

Qin Jun was expectant. If Ji Haoye truly was the original Extreme Flame Demon God, that would be awesome!

Next time, he could brag to Ji Bubai and the Wilderness God, "The original Extreme Flame Demon God is my disciple!"

Just thinking about it was exciting!

Of course, his hope stemmed from knowing the strength of the Extreme Flame Demon God. If Ji Haoye could transform into the Extreme Flame Demon God, his future achievements would be absolutely terrifying, maybe even surpassing Mo Jingcang.

After all, as his own disciple, Qin Jun hoped Ji Haoye would grow stronger and stronger, so they might meet again after countless ages.

"How is this possible..."

Cundi, gradually recovering from pain, looked at Ji Haoye in astonishment. This youngster’s bloodline was so powerful, his fiery aura and vitality no weaker than the Blood Devouring Demon God.

Could it be the fire just now?

Cundi found it unbelievable that a mere burning could alter one’s bloodline.

"Do you want the Devil Clan to dominate the land of Chaos?"

Qin Jun looked at Ji Haoye and asked softly.

Startled, Mo Jingcang cautiously said, "Heavenly Emperor..."

"Speak directly! As the Demon Ancestor, why all this dithering?" Qin Jun said sternly, with an evidently displeased tone.

Frightened, Mo Jingcang nodded quickly and said, "I do!"

He realized that Qin Jun seemed to bear no great malice towards him.

Reflecting carefully, Qin Jun actually bore no grudge against him; he had himself provoked Qin Jun.

Were it another powerhouse with Qin Jun’s strength, it’s highly likely they would have killed him. Though Qin Jun humiliated him, he did not kill him, and even enlightened him.

Could it be...

Mo Jingcang seemed to think of something, excitement flaring up and even forgetting the Blood Devouring Demon God.

"You can dominate the land of Chaos, but you must not hinder the development of Confucianism nor interfere with me or any beings related to me."

Qin Jun said nonchalantly, as he did not actually belong here.

The Devil Clan, being chief protagonists of the great Dao, Qin Jun could not be bothered to alter history; his main goal was to practice cultivation and train his subordinates.

The rise of the Devil Clan would spur the rise of the Demon Clan, followed by the rise of the Human Clan.

Destroying the Devil Clan today might just lead to the Shura Clan replacing the Devil Clan. First comes destruction, then salvation.

The Devil Clan was indispensable for the evolution of the great Dao.

Only after beings realized the pain brought by slaughter could they truly follow the right path.

Hearing this, Mo Jingcang’s body trembled with excitement, and he quickly assured, "No problem!"

If other beings witnessed this scene, they would be utterly shocked to see the mighty Demon Ancestor so timid before the Heavenly Emperor.

"Fine, take your son and scram!"

Qin Jun snorted coldly. The reason he tolerated the Blood Devouring Demon God was because he wanted Ji Haoye to personally defeat him and avenge his grievances.

His disciples, every single one, must be unbending and valiant!

Overjoyed, Mo Jingcang hurriedly flew to the Blood Devouring Demon God, took him along, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

In his wildest dreams, he never imagined the Heavenly Emperor’s attitude towards him would be thus.

He no longer harbored any grudge against Qin Jun, but the fear could not be dispelled, simply because the Heavenly Emperor was too powerful.

"Your Majesty, why spare him?"

Confucius asked, puzzled, as the Devil Clan’s dominance was no trivial matter.

Qin Jun chuckled lightly, "The Devil Clan will have but a brief moment of glory, rest assured, the main event is yet to come!"

He was referring to the Demon Clan!

Su Emperor led the Demon Clan to defeat the Devil Clan, and since then, the Demon Clan had begun to dominate the multiverse, which was truly a golden age.

However, legend had it that the Devil Clan was expelled by him and Su Emperor together, which puzzled Qin Jun as he held no significant grudge against the Devil Clan at that time.

Could something happen later?

Qin Jun began to let his thoughts run wild, fearing that any change to history might alter everything once he returned, leading to unforeseen consequences—that would be disastrous!

About an hour had passed.

The fierce flames on Ji Haoye’s body slowly infiltrated his organism, leaving his skin smooth, as if he had been reborn as a newborn baby, still appearing as a youth, but his aura had completely transformed.

"From now on, I am the Extreme Flame Demon God."

Ji Haoye muttered to himself, though his voice was very low, it was caught by Qin Jun.

It was the original Extreme Flame Demon God!

Qin Jun was full of mixed feelings, finding it truly wondrous to witness history.

The most crucial point was that he had unwittingly taken his own ancestor as an apprentice!

How absurd!

"Extreme Flame Demon God?"

Confucius repeated the name, the word "extreme" being profoundly meaningful, sparking various associations.

Thereupon, Ji Haoye approached Qin Jun, knelt on both knees, his eyes quickly welling up, and without a word, he began to kowtow to Qin Jun.

Qin Jun, both annoyed and moved, snorted, "Why are you kowtowing? Are you performing the ritual to acknowledge me as your master?"

"Hao Ye is unworthy of the teachings bestowed by Master!"

Ji Haoye said tearfully, only after teetering on the brink of death and extreme pain did he have his great epiphany.

Qin Jun had selflessly instructed him for many years, yet he had never once called him Master nor had he ever kowtowed, but when his life hung by a thread, Qin Jun was there to save him.

Such kindness was hard to repay.

Without Qin Jun, he would still be a naive and crude being, grabbing treasures impulsively, perhaps even ending up killed for offending some powerful figure.

Qin Jun not only imparted Divine Powers to him but also taught him wisdom.

"Get up, my disciple shouldn’t be weeping!"

Qin Jun spoke irritably, but his heart was filled with immense relief.

Seeing Ji Haoye matured pleased him, although he did not show it on his face.

Confucius, stroking his beard, smiled slightly, touched by this master-disciple bond.

It unexpectedly reminded him of his beloved disciples from his previous life, who were likewise endearing.

Ji Haoye stood up and used the flames to dry his tears.

"Come back with me. Don’t show your face until you reach Half Holy or you’ll disgrace me!"

Qin Jun grunted, and Ji Haoye chuckled, "Yes, Master!"

Thus, Qin Jun, along with Confucius, Ji Haoye, and Cundi, left.

The battle between Mo Jingcang and Confucius was also interrupted as a result.

Later, countless beings were curious about who would have won the fight between Mo Jingcang and the Confucian Saint.

And where had the reemerged Blood Devouring Demon God come from?

Of course, these are stories for another time.

Upon returning to the Heavenly Emperor’s stone hall, Xiling, who had been pacing within the great hall, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Qin Jun and the others.

"Ji Haoye, are you alright?"

Xiling asked softly; she considered Ji Haoye like a younger brother within her heart, but his tough personality often clashed with her, making it hard for her to show her concern.

"Thank you for seeking help from Master!"

Ji Haoye took a deep breath and then bragged, "Now I am the disciple of the Heavenly Emperor, so show some respect in the future!"

The disciple of the Heavenly Emperor?

Xiling was stunned, Ji Haoye had now truly become the apprentice of His Majesty?

"Tsk, I wouldn’t want to be His Majesty’s disciple at all!" Xiling pouted and hummed, her cheeks turning slightly rosy.