The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1352: City of Fate Appears [6 Updates]

Chapter 1352: Chapter 1352: City of Fate Appears [6 Updates]

"Soul scattered and dispersed? What happened?"

Qin Jun furrowed his brows and asked, as the reason he had not killed the Son of Fate was to understand fate through him.

Unexpectedly, this wretch was about to have his soul scattered and dispersed!

Nether Lord helplessly said, "According to him, it seems that fate has abandoned him, and his lifespan was cut off by fate, so he won’t live much longer."

Fate!

Nether Lord once did not believe in fate, but now he truly believed.

It turned out that fate really existed in the world.

"Abandoned by fate?"

Qin Jun’s mind stirred, and the Son of Fate flew out from the Xuanhuo Mirror; his body was charred black, his hair disheveled, and he looked neither human nor ghost, a stark contrast to his former arrogant self, as if they were two different people.

The Son of Fate hugged his arms around himself, his body tightly curled up, and said with trembling voice, "Kill me..."

The days in the Xuanhuo Mirror had erased all his desire to live; all he wanted was to die quickly.

Qin Jun coldly looked down at him and said, "Just tell me all the news about fate, and I will grant your wish."

"Let you die without any pain."

He could see that the Son of Fate was thoroughly ruined.

The progenitor Son of Fate, he had never expected such a tragic end.

Qin Jun felt no sympathy whatsoever; when the Son of Fate had suppressed She-Bishi, had he ever shown any pity?

The tens of thousands of beings he had imprisoned, had he ever felt sympathy for them?

Upon hearing this, the Son of Fate struggled to raise his head, revealing a pair of hollow eyes, and looked towards Qin Jun, slowly saying, "About fate, I don’t know much, it sought me out... but I’ve received its hints... to strengthen fate... must search for the City of Fate..."

City of Fate!

Qin Jun’s pupils dilated; his King Yan City was the City of Fate, formerly known as Nether Lord City.

When Nether Lord inside the Xuanhuo Mirror heard this, he exclaimed, "City of Fate? How is that possible... Could the legend be true?"

"What legend?" Qin Jun asked, it seemed Nether Lord knew quite a bit, this wretch had never spoken of it before.

"The legend says that the City of Fate originated from fate itself, and by seizing the City of Fate, one can be immune from the manipulation of fate..."

Nether Lord cautiously replied, psychologically much stronger than the Son of Fate, as he hadn’t broken despite being suppressed for countless years.

City of Fate born from fate?

Wait!

Could it be...

Suddenly, Qin Jun recalled what Baili Shouyue had mentioned about that city, which even Mo Jingcang couldn’t probe, could it indeed be the City of Fate?

As fate began to manifest, the appearance of the City of Fate also seemed reasonable.

But he did not know if this City of Fate was the former King Yan City.

"Besides this... I really know nothing else... please... let me... be liberated..."

The Son of Fate lay helplessly on the ground, speaking in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, movingly pathetic.

Qin Jun pondered for a moment, then flicked his sleeve, turning the Son of Fate into flying ash.

Death came in an instant; the Son of Fate did not feel any pain.

The hall fell silent.

Qin Jun started to contemplate the matter of the City of Fate, having stayed in King Yan City for so long, he still hadn’t perceived anything extraordinary about the City of Fate, initially thinking it was just a magical item similar to his Heavenly Emperor’s stone palace.

About the time of a stick of incense passed, Qin Jun then closed his eyes, searching for the whereabouts of that city.

...

Mountains surrounded, and within was a vast wasteland, under the dark clouds, a majestic city stood tall, not at all shorter than the giant mountains around it.

The city was protected by walls on all four sides, the surface was dark black, adorned with various palaces and pavilions, and at the city’s center stood a tall tower, reaching up to ten thousand feet, with a statue on top. If Qin Jun were here, he would surely recognize that this statue closely resembled the one of the Wolf Demon in King Yan City, equally fierce and terrifying.

Surrounding the city, countless creatures sprawled.

Across from it, on a high mountain, Mo Jingcang sat on his throne, flanked by the Devil Clan’s Half Holy powerful figures, including Liwu and the Blood Devouring Demon God.

"Ah... this pressure..."

Mo Jingcang frowned and immediately thought of Qin Jun.

Could it be that Qin Jun had broken through?

"Father, I am so hungry!"

The Blood Devouring Demon God suddenly spoke, causing a slight change in the expressions of the surrounding Devil Clan strongers.

Liwu snorted coldly; he despised the Blood Devouring Demon God, considering him no better than a beast.

Mo Jingcang smiled indulgently, "Blood Devouring, hold on."

Standing next to the Blood Devouring Demon God, a man scoffed, "All you know is to eat!"

He was Mo Jingcang’s second son, who had perfectly inherited Mo Jingcang’s bloodline, named Cang Shekui. Over a million years, his cultivation had reached the early stages of the Manifesting Saint Realm.

Cang Shekui was born of Mo Jingcang and a female demon, hence he scorned the Blood Devouring Demon God, considering him a freak. The two didn’t get along on normal days, and had it not been for Mo Jingcang’s protection, the Blood Devouring Demon God might have eaten him already.

The Blood Devouring Demon God didn’t bother with him and instead looked down the mountain where over a million creatures had gathered, the weakest of them possessing Daluo Realm cultivation.

If he could eat them all, how wonderful would that be?

Thinking this, the Blood Devouring Demon God grinned, saliva uncontrollably dripping down from the corner of his mouth, sending chills down one’s spine.

"The Yuanchu Emperor has arrived!"

At that moment, the million creatures below suddenly stirred.

They saw Yuanchu walking through the void, clad in gold and white, gallant and extraordinary, his Half Holy aura oppressive to all creatures, capturing the attention of the million beings.

Now, Yuanchu had become an Emperor, no longer the naive creature who used to cultivate with Qin Jun.

After awakening his bloodline, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had come here looking for the opportunity to become a saint.

"This guy has gotten stronger!"

Liwu gritted his teeth; although Yuanchu was his senior fellow, among the three brothers, they did not respect each other in the dark, each wanting to be the strongest.

Yuanchu also looked towards him, his gaze indifferent as if looking at a stranger.

Liwu’s defection to the Devil Clan had angered both Yuanchu and Yanxuan, who considered Liwu a traitor to their master, and they deeply despised his ridiculous title of Devil Emperor.

"The day I become a saint will be the day to slaughter demons."

Yuanchu thought coldly. Although his master did not concern himself with worldly affairs, he harbored a strong disdain for the Devil Clan and vowed to eradicate it.

Feeling his gaze, Liwu’s expression became somewhat unnatural.

Mo Jingcang looked on with interest, laughing, "Worthy of the Heavenly Emperor’s foremost disciple, he might become a saint any day."

Though he seemed to be joking, a murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

The Heavenly Emperor had Cundi, the Confucian Saint, and if Yuanchu too became a saint, the position of the Devil Clan would be precarious.

After uniting the Chaos lands, his ambition had swelled, but he was not satisfied with just this.

He wanted to be the strongest!

"I will also become a saint," Liwu said softly, as if stating a fact.

Cang Shekui smirked, muttering, "Who dares let you become a saint."

With those words, the expressions of other Devil Clan strongers changed.

Who didn’t know that Liwu was the Heavenly Emperor’s third disciple, only heaven knew what he thought inside.

Mo Jingcang laughed softly, appearing unconcerned, his gaze still fixed on Yuanchu.

Yuanchu found a deserted corner and landed. Even Mo Jingcang couldn’t break through this mysterious city, so naturally, he wouldn’t make a move.