The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1359: Superior

Chapter 1359: Chapter 1359: Superior

Memories of fate!

Qin Jun tightly closed his eyes, digesting the memories that surfaced in his mind. These memories were, to be precise, the memories of the Child of Destiny.

There were also parts that were memories of fate itself, from the time when fate first manifested and glimpsed the Chaos lands.

The White Emperor was still screaming miserably, his figure gradually becoming transparent, like an illusory shadow, ready to shatter at any moment.

"Why... Why..."

As the White Emperor screamed, his face twisted in agony. Then, suddenly, he turned into a dark shadow, unrecognizable, humanoid in form only.

Before long, the White Emperor was sucked into Destiny’s Wheel, and his screams vanished as well.

"Ding! Forced mission completed—Enslave Fate! You have gained one opportunity for a Great Dao inheritance, one chance for extreme awakening, one opportunity to summon God and Demon, three chances for random draws, and the help of the system to strengthen your control over Destiny’s Wheel!"

The system notification suddenly rang out, pulling Qin Jun’s thoughts back to reality.

He had now accumulated two Great Dao inheritance opportunities and four extreme awakening chances!

Truly delightful!

Qin Jun’s mood lifted. He raised the Destiny’s Wheel in his hand, examining it carefully.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that Destiny’s Wheel had become his beloved treasure. He could clearly see the space within Destiny’s Wheel—a misty expanse, like a nebulous universe with the White Emperor raging inside. Naturally, no sound could escape.

Perhaps with the system’s help, Qin Jun distinctly felt Destiny’s Wheel merging with him.

He could even infuse his magical power into Destiny’s Wheel.

In the obscure reaches of his perception, he felt something else flowing around him.

About the time it took for an incense stick to burn passed before he realized that what was flowing around him were the invisible, colorless laws of time and space.

Destiny’s Wheel possessed the ability to traverse time and space. If Qin Jun wanted to master this power, he needed to discern time and space, especially since he was to travel through countless epochs—a feat never before achieved by any being with Destiny’s Wheel.

Immediately thereafter, Qin Jun, holding Destiny’s Wheel, asked, "Fate, let’s talk!"

Next, he would have to subdue fate and take control of it for himself.

To control fate meant that below the Supreme, whomever Qin Jun wished dead would have to die.

Fate itself did not directly kill but brought misfortune to beings, causing them to die inexplicably.

Now, fate no longer appeared as the White Emperor but as a dark shadow.

"Why do you obstruct fate!" it roared angrily.

"Because I do not want to be controlled by fate," Qin Jun replied indifferently.

Fate laughed in extreme rage, "Without fate, how can all beings be equal? Fate is the very essence of cause and effect! How can ants turn over without fate’s mercy? For eternity, they remain ants. How can bloodthirsty tyrants be punished? Without fate, they would continue their rampages!"

"You, unworthy of being called a Heavenly Emperor, not only do not assist fate, you are determined to fight against it!"

Qin Jun laughed mockingly upon hearing this; it was spoken with such self-righteousness.

"What I see is endless ants unable to turn over, suffering eternally; more bloodthirsty tyrants roaming freely. ’Fate’ has no concept of fairness. Can you guarantee that all beings will receive the fate they deserve?"

"The Child of Destiny imprisons countless beings without reason or quarrel—is this truly their fate?"

"I do not wish to obstruct fate, but I refuse to be controlled by it. Fate interferes with me time and again; how can I willingly accept this?"

Qin Jun stated emphatically, his voice thundering within the internal space of Destiny’s Wheel.

"If you refuse to submit, I will extinguish you right now!"

Within Destiny’s Wheel, for Qin Jun to annihilate fate, all it took was a mere thought.

Upon hearing this, fate panicked. Although it was merely the manifestation of fate, if it were destroyed, it would have dealt a huge blow to fate itself. At the critical juncture of the universe’s evolution by the Dao, it would be easy to be expelled and have a new fate established—something fate did not want to see.

"Must it be this way?" Fate’s voice seemed to grind through clenched teeth.

Qin Jun hovered in the dim cosmos, scoffing, "Does fate think it’s a fool?"

Fate was not provoked but instead fell silent, caught in turmoil.

Qin Jun was not in a hurry for the moment and turned his head to look into the depths of the universe, where spiritual energy thrived and vitality clustered, and faint stars could be glimpsed.

Had Chaos Earth finally split apart?

He was curious about what Chaos Earth had become now and how his disciples were faring.

Meanwhile, two figures flew out from the great world of Confucianism—Confucius and Cundi.

"Has the battle ended?" Confucius asked, frowning.

Cundi, being a minor realm above him, nodded, "It has indeed ended. His Majesty’s aura has weakened but remains composed, as if there had been no battle at all."

A complexity filled his eyes, and there was something he didn’t say.

It was the sense that Qin Jun had grown stronger!

After battling for over a hundred thousand years and still growing stronger, he dared not imagine it.

If it had been him, fate would have exhausted him to death long ago.

"Shall we go to receive His Majesty?" Cundi continued to ask.

With the Myriad Tribulations Sacrificial Worm present, he had to restrain even the greatest of ambitions.

Confucius pondered for a moment, then intoned, "Let’s wait a bit longer. If His Majesty is unharmed, he will naturally return. Our rash advance might burden His Majesty."

To this day, he still couldn’t believe that fate truly existed and could engage in combat.

The pressure previously emanated by fate was unforgettable.

Cundi nodded as well; he didn’t dare to provoke fate.

"Speaking of which, since Mo Jingcang has been in seclusion for so long, do you think he will break through the next time he comes out?" Cundi asked.

Mo Jingcang was the lord of the Devil Clan. The devil clan had been somewhat in decline recently, but because every powerful being dreaded him, none dared to make a move lightly.

Confucius laughed, "You might as well guess whether Yuanchu can attain sainthood."

Cundi shook his head with a chuckle, "That young man is now a renowned Great Emperor, his talent hardly inferior to Mo Jingcang’s. He is sure to become a saint."

It wasn’t just Yuanchu. Yanxuan and Liwu were also close to attaining sainthood. By that time, Qin Jun would have additional saints under his command, a thought that gave him chills.

As the two saints were conversing with laughter, fate finally submitted.

"I submit to you, now let me out!" Fate roared. If the struggle continued, the Dao would erase it.

Qin Jun sneered. Wasn’t fate supposed to be heartless, merely an impersonal rule?

Nonsense!

"Ding! High-level task completed—Overcoming Fate! You have earned one designated God and Demon summoning chance, one God and Demon summoning chance, one God and Demon peak chance, one God and Demon instance chance, one skill inheritance chance, and one random lottery chance!"

The system notification suddenly sounded, a task Qin Jun had previously triggered.

To him, Millions of years had passed, truly a world turned upside down.

A profound sigh rose in Qin Jun’s heart. At this moment, he intensely missed the Great Qin Heaven and his wives and children.

He hoped that when he returned next time, those dear to him would still be there waiting.

"How should I take control of it?" Qin Jun wondered internally. He couldn’t simply take fate’s word for it and consider it subdued, could he?