The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1361: The Gathering Place of the Powerful

Chapter 1361: Chapter 1361: The Gathering Place of the Powerful

"Your Majesty... my name is Guo Jia, styled Fengxiao..."

Guo Jia hurriedly paid his respects, but with no gravity amongst the stars, he couldn’t stabilize his posture, making the scene quite comical.

Both Confucius and Cundi wore exceedingly peculiar expressions. This man’s cultivation...

Why is it so weak?

Cundi, lacking memories of his past life and unfamiliar with the Human Clan, saw such a weak cultivator for the first time and was full of wonder.

Confucius, however, retained the memories of his past life. He stared at Guo Jia in surprise. A member of the Human Clan?

Qin Jun waved his sleeve, using magic power to help Guo Jia steady himself.

"Let’s go. Is that the Heavenly Emperor’s great world up ahead?"

Qin Jun spoke softly, following his gaze. There was a large continent floating ahead, shrouded in spiritual cloud mist, spectacular amidst the starry sky.

In his previous life, Guo Jia was no more than a mortal. How could he have witnessed such a sight?

His mouth agape, he mumbled to himself: "Could this be the world beyond the heavens? So beautiful, the ancient sages did not deceive me!"

"Why are there no sun and moon?"

"Are you immortals? Able to roam the universe!"

Listening, the corner of Cundi’s mouth twitched. He really wanted to slap him to death.

Confucius was somewhat speechless. He was very curious about how Guo Jia appeared.

Could it be the doing of His Majesty?

Why summon a mortal here?

"What are your names?"

Guo Jia asked curiously. Cundi had no interest in engaging with him and thus kept gazing forward.

Confucius replied amiably, "Kong Qiu."

Who knew Guo Jia would be stunned, covering his mouth, his eyes wide as saucers.

The next second, Guo Jia burst into laughter and asked, "Could it be Confucius?"

Confucius nodded calmly, saying, "Indeed."

Qin Jun said nothing, but found it quite funny inside.

"Hahahaha—You actually claim to be Kong Qiu! I’m dying of laughter!"

Guo Jia laughed uproariously. If not for Qin Jun using magic power to stabilize him, the man would have lost his balance, tumbling head over heels in confusion.

"Although you possess some skill, able to roam the universe, Kong Qiu is revered as the eternal sage. How can you be so disrespectful!" Guo Jia suddenly grew serious, which made Cundi gaze at him with a strange look.

Such weak cultivation, yet daring to intimidate a sage?

Qin Jun couldn’t stand it any longer and finally spoke up softly, "He is Kong Qiu, the founder of Confucianism!"

Upon these words, Guo Jia froze, staring at Confucius for a long time without coming back to his senses.

At the same time, Qin Jun and others flew into the Heavenly Emperor’s great world.

Qin Jun swept his Divine Consciousness out, finding that the spiritual energy within the Heavenly Emperor’s great world was even richer than that of the Chaos realm. He could sense that there were no fewer than ten Half Holy beings within this world, each with a familiar aura.

"These little ones have done well, not disappointing my expectations."

A smile appeared on Qin Jun’s face. At the same time, he extended his Divine Consciousness to the surrounding great worlds, taking in all beings and sights.

He then spoke to Cundi and Confucius, "You two shall return. I will go alone."

Confucius and Cundi resided in the Confucianism great world, not needing to accompany him.

Moreover, with Qin Jun’s strongest cultivation, he needed no protection.

Upon hearing this, Confucius and Cundi could only pay their respects and leave.

After they disappeared, Guo Jia finally came to his senses, exclaiming, "I actually saw the living Kong Qiu."

Qin Jun rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but remind, "Fengxiao, remember, you are now my man. You must be vigilant in all that you do and say, so as not to embarrass me."

Guo Jia gave an awkward smile, scratched his head, and was too embarrassed to say much.

However, his heart was filled with shock.

What kind of world was this, exactly?

Even Confucius had appeared; could Laozi possibly appear as well?

Heavenly Emperor’s Stone Hall.

Around, there were splendid palaces and pavilions, like a small fortress, but the only Heavenly Emperor’s Stone Hall was unadorned, still the original desolate scene.

At the edge of the fortress were continuous mountain ranges, like Azure Dragons coiled upon the earth, as far as the eye could see, with countless caves and small buildings nestled among the mountains.

Even though the Heavenly Emperor had been gone for hundreds of thousands of years, most of the ascetics who stayed here had not left.

A saying was thus passed down in the Universe:

"The Heavenly Emperor’s Stone Hall, where the mighty gather!"

Setting aside the Holy Sages, in terms of the strength of the great worlds, the Heavenly Emperor’s great world was definitely second to none.

Warlord Huo Qubing, Xiling Empress, the Twelve Holy Generals, Royal Lord Dong, She-Bishi, Qin Gongtian, and other renowned powers of the Universe gathered here, along with many other mighty cultivators deeply engrossed in cultivation, never involved in the disputes of the outside world. Their existence posed a great deterrence to the other great worlds.

At this moment, inside a two-story building, Huo Qubing and Ling Yun were drinking. Outside the window were fragrant flowers and birdsong, overlooking a spiritual lake, a hundred yards wide, with several large fish, seven to eight yards long, silently hidden in the clear water.

"Recently, the devouring Demons of the Devil Clan have been restless. It is said they’ve been spotted in many of the surrounding great worlds. If they descend upon the Heavenly Emperor’s great world, that would be troublesome."

Ling Yun expressed his concern solemnly. As the chief of the Twelve Holy Generals, his cultivation had reached the peak of Half Holy and was on the verge of challenging the Holy realm.

Huo Qubing swirled his wine glass, his handsome face revealing a hint of disdain as he laughed, "What’s a bloodthirsty Demon God to worry about? Even Mo Jingcang wouldn’t dare to offend the Heavenly Emperor’s great world. If they dare, I will exterminate their entire race!"

The bloodthirsty Demon Gods were infamous for gaining strength by devouring the life essence of other creatures, and Huo Qubing had long disliked them.

Ling Yun shook his head with a chuckle, saying, "You, you’re always so headstrong."

The name of Warlord Huo Qubing was no less fearsome than that of Liwu Demon Venerable. He had once ventured alone into Devil Clan territory and, even with Mo Jingcang in seclusion, he fought his way in and out, slaying tens of thousands of Daluo from the Devil Clan, shocking the entire Universe.

Not even Liwu Demon Venerable could do anything about him.

At that moment, a child ran inside, about seven or eight years old, with eyebrows very much like Huo Qubing. Rubbing his reddish eyes, he cried, "Daddy! Qiankun bullied me again!"

This was Huo Qubing’s son, named Huo Xundi, about the same age as Ji Qiankun.

Huo Xundi should have been a senior to Ji Qiankun, but he was born too late and was not as old as Ji Qiankun, often bullied by Ji Qiankun, who was deeply influenced by the ferocity of the Extreme Flame Demon God and was known as the Little Overlord of the Heavenly Emperor’s Academy.

Huo Qubing spoke without good temper, "Then practice more, you’re being disgraceful!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Xundi felt even more wronged and sat down on the ground, wailing bitterly, much to the amusement of Ling Yun.

"What are you crying about?" Huo Qubing said with a headache. He thought of himself as a hero of his time, yet his son turned out to be a crybaby; it was truly embarrassing.

At that moment, a light laughter rang out in the room: "You’re really not cut out for parenthood!"

Huo Qubing and Ling Yun abruptly stood up, their faces full of excitement and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The next second, Qin Jun and Guo Jia appeared out of thin air inside the room.

"Greetings to Your Majesty!"

Huo Qubing and Ling Yun knelt down together, their voices trembling as they greeted him.

Huo Xundi was startled, turned to look at Qin Jun and Guo Jia, with tearful eyes full of curiosity.

It was the first time he saw his father lose his composure like this.

Your Majesty...

Could it be...

Huo Xundi’s little mouth gaped open, his eyes sparkling with admiration and excitement.

Who in the Heavenly Emperor’s Academy did not idolize the Heavenly Emperor? They had nearly all grown up on the legends of the Heavenly Emperor.