The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1356: The Strength of Fate [10th Update]

Chapter 1356: Chapter 1356: The Strength of Fate [10th Update]

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The Primordial Chaos Piercing Fate Finger penetrated the White Emperor’s abdomen, yet there was no splatter of flesh and blood.

The White Emperor seemed like a mere paper dummy, human-like on the outside but hollow within.

This deepened Qin Jun’s frown. Could it be that the White Emperor was just an illusion?

At this moment, the White Emperor’s abdomen rapidly healed, and his right hand, clasping the Scythe of Fate, slashed horizontally, aiming to sever Qin Jun’s head.

Qin Jun didn’t dodge, letting the Scythe of Fate fall upon him, as the Wují Primordial Chaos Robe quickly defended against it, forming a semi-transparent light screen that easily blocked the scythe, without Qin Jun’s body even trembling.

Thanks to the Wují Primordial Chaos Robe, Qin Jun had fought until now without sustaining a single scratch.

The White Emperor paused slightly in surprise but didn’t dwell on it and continued the fight.

He was the manifestation of fate and did not possess a clear and independent consciousness, after all, fate is also one of the rules of the Dao.

He had only one purpose, eradication of the otherness!

This so-called otherness was none other than Qin Jun.

The Son of Fate represented fate, wandering the world, it was just that the original Son of Fate had not yet been completely controlled by fate, relying on his cultivation to dominate arrogantly.

By imprisoning the Son of Fate, Qin Jun was hindering fate, and thus, was also hindering the Dao.

Had it not been for him previously preaching to all beings and obtaining the merit of the Dao, he would have been eradicated by the Dao long ago, but fate was different; akin to a subsystem, Qin Jun not only suppressed the Son of Fate but also sought to destroy the City of Fate, which was utterly intolerable.

The White Emperor swung the Scythe of Fate with his right hand, and with his left, he formed bone spears, flinging them casually like a torrential downpour at Qin Jun.

In the midst of battle, the two spanned hundreds of billions of miles, witnessed by countless creatures.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

The Wují Primordial Chaos Robe blocked all the bone spears thrown by the White Emperor, and Qin Jun’s fighting spirit surged untamed, casting various Divine Powers in succession, with the Cycle Heavenly Palm dominating the skies, while the Dao’s Heavenly Wheels of Birth trapped the White Emperor.

Alas, the White Emperor was not simple either, always managing to turn into blue smoke and escape from the Dao’s Heavenly Wheels of Birth.

A smile gradually appeared on Qin Jun’s face, as he could now confirm that this White Emperor was not the one he knew; at least, their styles of combat were completely different, as were their Divine Powers.

Had it not been for their identical faces, how could Qin Jun have taken him for the White Emperor?

The clashing sounds of the Scythe of Fate and the Primordial Emperor Sword were crisp and ear-piercing, echoing incessantly over the Chaos land.

The White Emperor reached out with his left hand, and Qin Jun felt the space around him compress instantly. With a cold snort and a shift of his footsteps, he appeared behind the White Emperor.

The Taixiao Purple Energy Boots, treasures of primordial Chaos, contained the ability to traverse through space.

Qin Jun exhaled a torrent of Extreme Way Flames, engulfing the White Emperor. These flames were unstoppable even for an ordinary Holy Being at full realm.

Wrapped in the Extreme Way Flames, the White Emperor resembled a sun star, suspended above the land of Chaos, leaving countless creatures wide-eyed and speechless.

"What kind of power is this?"

"The Heavenly Emperor is so strong!"

"Who is that man? How dare he challenge the Heavenly Emperor?"

"If they keep fighting like this, the land of Chaos will truly be finished!"

"Such rich spiritual energy, what’s happening?"

The creatures discussed animatedly, as spiritual energy from the City of Fate spread to all continents at an extremely fast pace.

The land of Chaos continued to split even further. Many Half Holy and Manifesting Saints attempted to piece the continents back together with their own strength, but it was to no avail.

Mo Jingcang experienced the same; the power of a Saint was indeed capable of gathering the splitting land, but alas, it soon began to fracture again.

"Could this be the ’fate’ he spoke of?"

Mo Jingcang thought with trepidation. The Devil Clan had united the land of Chaos for only a million years, and now it was beginning to split apart?

Could it be that the Dao was dissatisfied with the Devil Clan ruling over Chaos?

At this thought, a wave of unease washed over him.

Confucius and Cundi quickly flew over, wanting to aid Qin Jun, but he stopped them, saying, "Do not come closer. This is my battle with fate. Prepare yourselves for the arrival of the universes of the heavens!"

A battle with fate?

Confucius and Cundi were taken aback, the arrival of the universes of the heavens?

Qin Jun’s voice was not small, allowing many creatures to overhear it.

Was Qin Jun’s opponent in battle with the Heavenly Emperor, fate itself?

Fate actually exists!

A huge uproar arose instantly, and the news quickly spread to the split lands of Chaos.

Now, each continent is not far apart, and creatures can still shuttle through and fly.

With a thunderous boom that shook the heavens!

The White Emperor dispelled the Extreme Way Divine Flames, and at this moment, his body was shrouded in a strange white vapor. His black clothes were unharmed, as if the Extreme Way Divine Flames couldn’t hurt him at all.

"You! Must die!"

The White Emperor growled with murderous intent, and Qin Jun noticed that his eyes had changed, bearing a great resemblance to the eyes of fate that took Liu Ruolai away, cold and immensely oppressive.

The rage in Qin Jun’s heart surged uncontrollably as the Di Yanlong energy exploded in an instant, transforming into hundreds of fire dragons, each tens of thousands of feet long, attacking the White Emperor.

Space shattered, and the wind howled fiercely!

All beings looked up and saw the sea of clouds in the high sky churning like a raging storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The Di Yanlong energy clashed wildly against the White Emperor, spreading a sea of flames that engulfed him, and within tens of millions of miles, the high temperature twisted the fabric of space.

Confucius and Cundi hastily retreated, their faces beaded with cold sweat.

"Such power..."

Cundi swallowed hard, feeling fortunate that he had timely kowtowed to Qin Jun a million years ago; otherwise, he would have been utterly annihilated without a chance for transcendence.

Now, with the cycle of reincarnation not yet established, the beings who die will not transcend and reincarnate.

At most, they could attempt to seize another body with their Primordial Spirit.

But the creatures of the Chaos lands were all formidable; they were not mere mortals.

Once the physical body perished, it was almost certain to be a fall, except, of course, for those with great abilities.

"Get away from me!"

Qin Jun raised his palm and struck with the Cycle Heavenly Moving the Sun Palm!

A gigantic fiery palm, tens of thousands of feet high, carrying the destructive force of Chaos, struck the White Emperor amidst the sea of flames, sending him flying out of the boundless lands of Chaos in the blink of an eye.

Qin Jun’s figure flickered and disappeared from the spot, chasing after his foe.

The two peerless powerhouses rapidly traveled into the depths of the starry sky.

"Your Majesty..."

Xiling watched the firelight deep in the starry sky with a face full of concern.

Baili Shouyue’s face was full of admiration as he said, "His Majesty actually battles fate itself, how incredible!"

Yuanchu seemed to have an epiphany, feeling as if he caught something from Qin Jun’s battle with fate, yet it remained vague.

"Fate..."

Yuanchu murmured to himself as if he had fallen into a miasma of confusion.

Elsewhere.

On a high mountain, Qiuming and a group of creatures stopped here, discussing the battle between the Heavenly Emperor and fate, while Qiuming’s face was full of hatred.

"Fate again..."

Qiuming clenched his fists, his expression turning fierce.

He couldn’t help but recall the dark years when he was imprisoned by the Son of Fate, which was a stain on his life.

Now, hearing of fate’s emergence, his fury was uncontrollable.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun and the White Emperor began their epic battle in the void of the universe, where looking back at the lands of Chaos, it seemed no larger than a goose egg, showing the great distance between them.

The Primordial Emperor Sword and the Scythe of Fate struck continuously, with their attack speeds exceeding the very concept of speed.

Qin Jun’s left hand activated the Cycle Heavenly Moving the Sun Palm, while the White Emperor, refusing to be outdone, wrapped his left palm with the power of fate. Their palms collided, and a blinding light burst forth, illuminating the entire void of the universe.

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