The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1351 Unity of Chaos Land【5th Update】

Chapter 1351: Chapter 1351 Unity of Chaos Land【5th Update】

"What don’t you want to be a disciple of your master, what do you want to be?"

Hao Ye asked puzzledly, his whole demeanor turned bright after the awakening of the Extreme Flamy Demon God’s bloodline, which was truly amazing.

Xiling snorted softly but didn’t answer, displaying a little woman’s posture, charming and touching.

Confucius laughed and stroked his beard, while Qin Jun shook his head with a smile.

As for Cundi, he stood behind them with a face full of despair, not saying a word.

After being possessed by the Myriad Tribulations Sacrificial Worm, he could feel his soul being controlled by Qin Jun, who only needed a thought from him to make Cundi wish for death due to the immense pain.

A great fear wrapped around his heart, and he regretted, more than anything, why he had become greedy and offended Qin Jun in the first place.

"Alright, Hao Ye, go and rest," Qin Jun said with a wave of his hand. He was looking forward to seeing how Hao Ye would display the elegance of an Extreme Flamy Demon God.

Hao Ye chuckled, bowed respectfully, and then left.

Confucius also took Cundi away. From now on, Cundi was Qin Jun’s slave, a Saint slave. If word got out, it would certainly cause a huge commotion.

For the following period, Qin Jun rarely went out.

Confucius returned to the Confucianism gate, and Mo Jingcang ordered the Devil Clan not to invade the land of Confucianism and the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace, thereby putting his grudge with Confucius on hold.

With two Saints not interfering, Mo Jingcang could be said to be the sole ruler of the world.

The Blood-devouring Demon God once again became a nightmare within the territories of the Devil Clan, consuming at least ten Daluo beings daily, instilling terror in the disciples of the devil.

Fifty thousand years passed.

The Devil Clan ruled the lands of Chaos, ushering in an era where they stood supreme.

This was also the first time the lands of Chaos were unified, an event worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.

When Mo Jingcang declared the unification of Chaos, various powers and sects went to congratulate him. Under someone’s roof, one cannot help but bow down.

Apart from the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace and Confucianism, the two transcendental forces the Devil Clan dared not touch both had Saints sitting in power.

After the Devil Clan unified the lands of Chaos, killing did not stop but increased even more.

Creatures that had turned devilish loved to kill, and with the rise of the Devil Clan, they acted unscrupulously on the lands of Chaos, wantonly accumulating sins.

Thus, a dark era had arrived.

The Demon Ancestor’s terrifying power covered the sky with one hand!

...

Time took a turn.

After a million years, Qin Jun finally made a breakthrough in the later stages of the Holy Realm!

Confucius and Cundi within the Confucianism gate were shocked. Could cultivation still progress after reaching the stage beyond the Saints?

Little did they know that Qin Jun, who possessed the path of blazing flames, already had a clear cultivation path ahead of him.

And in those million years, numerous powerful beings emerged, with over a hundred reaching Half Holy status.

Among them, personalities like Yuanchu Emperor, Emperor of Yanxuan, Liwu Demon Venerable, Extreme Flamy Demon God, Blood-devouring Demon God, Warlord, and others had the most renown.

It was said that Yuanchu Emperor had reached the peak of Half Holy and was only one step away from becoming a Saint.

The most awe-inspiring was his master, the lofty Heavenly Emperor, whom even the Demon Ancestor had to respect by three parts.

A large majority of the first-rate powerhouses had connections with the Heavenly Emperor, which made people acknowledge the Heavenly Emperor’s greatness.

In the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Your Majesty!"

Xiling said to Qin Jun with a giggly smile. Despite looking like an innocent young girl, her cultivation had reached the later stages of Manifesting Saint and she was cold as ice on the outside, already bearing the title of Empress.

Qin Jun walked to the Supreme Nine-Dragon Chair to sit down, waving his hand and said with a smile, "Just a small breakthrough. How have you been lately?"

Xiling had ventured out for hundreds of thousands of years before she finally underwent a complete transformation.

"There’s no chance of breaking through to become a fully-realized Manifesting Saint for the moment," Xiling sighed. Yuanchu, Yanxuan, Liwu, and Ji Haoye had all reached Half Holy, but she had fallen behind, which saddened her.

Qin Jun gave a smile that was not quite a smile and asked, "Is there an opportunity for awakening?"

Ever since Ji Haoye had awakened as the Supreme Devil God, within a million years, many creatures of Chaos had also awakened their bloodlines, making significant strides in their cultivation, including Yuanchu.

Yuanchu’s talent was extraordinary. After setting out on his own adventures and seldom returning, he relied on his abilities to be the first to be called Great Emperor.

There were even numerous voices claiming that Yuanchu was the strongest under the saints.

The Demon Ancestor had even reached out an olive branch, wanting to recruit Yuanchu, but Yuanchu had rejected it without hesitation.

Xiling expressed her regret, "No, maybe I’m not a creature of Chaos."

She had stood out among the creatures that listened to Qin Jun’s teachings initially, but now she hadn’t kept up with the pace of Yuanchu and the others, which made her question her life.

Qin Jun comforted her, "Everything is predetermined; don’t be anxious. You will surpass the heights you desire one day."

The status of the Xiling Empress in mythology was extremely high, so he had no doubts about her future achievements.

Facing Qin Jun’s consolation, Xiling gave a slight smile. She was happier about Qin Jun’s progress than her own.

At this moment, Baili Shouyue barged in. His talent wasn’t great, but at least he was one of Qin Jun’s subordinates, and now his cultivation had reached the early stage of entering the Holy Realm.

"Your Majesty, a city has appeared in the Chaos land, said to contain treasures that have attracted many powerful individuals," he said as he knelt before Qin Jun with urgency in his voice.

"Oh? Let Huo Qubing and the twelve Holy Generals take a look then," Qin Jun said indifferently. His treasures were already mountainous, and he had little interest in a mysterious treasure city.

"Royal Lord Dong and She-Bishi have already gone. They were defeated by the Bloodthirsty Demon God, and if it weren’t for Mo Jingcang intervening, they might have been in mortal danger."

Baili Shouyue’s words made Qin Jun frown. Even Mo Jingcang was involved in the struggle for this city?

"How long has it been since this happened?" Qin Jun asked.

He had only just ended his closed-door cultivation; it couldn’t have coincided with this incident.

"It’s been a hundred years. It’s said that even Mo Jingcang can’t fathom the city. Royal Lord Dong and She-Bishi are temporarily safe, but the city is mysterious. I think Your Majesty should take a look," Baili Shouyue said cautiously. After Mo Jingcang became a saint, he had been domineering; Shouyue feared Mo Jingcang might find an opportunity to surpass Qin Jun.

Qin Jun was his shelter; he couldn’t fall. Not just Shouyue, but Royal Lord Dong, She-Bishi, and the twelve Holy Generals, all his confidants, thought the same.

With Mo Jingcang’s ambition, if his strength surpassed Qin Jun, the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace would surely face calamities.

"Mm, I will go shortly," Qin Jun said as he waved his hand. A city appearing during the Chaos era was indeed strange.

He then asked Baili Shouyue and Xiling to leave.

Next, he took out the Xuanhuo Mirror, silent within, with flames burning fiercely.

The Nether Lord and the Son of Fate had already made peace; after all, they had been together for over a million years.

"Son of Fate, have you sensed the existence of destiny?" Qin Jun asked. The task of enslaving fate had always been on his mind.

Now that his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Holy Realm, perhaps he would travel back in time at any moment. Before that, he needed to control fate to help Liu Ruolai break free from its chains.

In response to his inquiry, the Son of Fate did not make a sound.

But the voice of the Nether Lord arose, like a sigh, "He’s about to have his soul scattered."

At first, there was struggle between them, but now the Son of Fate was on the brink of soul dissipation, and the Nether Lord found it hard to part with him, as he had at least been a companion.

Endless loneliness could make life worse than death!