The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1567 Eastern Emperor Strong Power

Chapter 1567: Chapter 1567 Eastern Emperor Strong Power

"Let them in!"

The Blood Bat Clan Patriarch spoke grimly, clearly not on friendly terms with the Eastern Emperor.

"There’s no need. This Emperor will enter on his own!"

At that moment, an awe-inspiring voice resounded, followed by eleven figures striding into the hall. Their momentum was overwhelming, dwarfing the grandeur of the palace entrance, yet carrying an oppressive force that instinctively drew all gazes toward them.

Leading the group was a man dressed in golden robes, his posture imperious. Half of his face was concealed behind a golden mask, with his long hair cascading down his back. His piercing eyes carried a stern demeanor devoid of frivolity.

It was none other than the Eastern Emperor of the Divine General Alliance!

The ten figures beside him were extraordinary in bearing, their gazes resembling the light of Primordial Creation, fixed on the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch with veiled hostility.

Most striking of all, their auras surpassed the realm of Primordial Great Detachment, causing the palace to tremble violently as if it could collapse at any moment.

"You dare to provoke the Heavenly Emperor? Is the Blood Bat Clan seeking annihilation?"

The Eastern Emperor directed a cold glare at the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch and spoke icily.

"Hu Wang, kill him."

With those words, a shadow beside the Eastern Emperor suddenly streaked forward, darting toward Patriarch Xu Shi. The distance between them was less than a hundred thousand meters—a negligible separation for the Primordial Ancestor.

Patriarch Xu Shi instinctively rose, only to find his neck seized by Hu Wang, who lifted him high into the air.

Hu Wang’s face was covered in a scraggly beard. His tiger-like back and bear-like waist were clad in what resembled black leather, outlining his muscular physique with an oppressive presence.

"Audacious!"

The Blood Bat Clan Patriarch roared angrily at this moment, his voice shaking Hu Wang until his body trembled.

The Eastern Emperor moved forward with his nine divine generals, unhurried yet relentless, as the ambient killing intent reverberated through the great hall. Patriarch Xu Shi, held by the neck, looked at Hu Wang in sheer terror and unease.

"If you persist in chasing the Heavenly Emperor, then today we shall wreak havoc upon the Blood Bat Clan!"

The Eastern Emperor declared domineeringly, refusing to yield even an ounce of respect to the Patriarch.

Rumble——

The palace’s tremors grew increasingly violent as the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch slowly descended from his high platform. His aura surged upward, startling Hu Wang, who frowned and turned back.

The exposed half of the Eastern Emperor’s face remained expressionless, as though he regarded the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch as beneath notice.

...

In the desolate cosmos, a towering pillar of light shone radiantly, as though it were the very heart of the universe.

At the base of this light pillar sat a meteorite, where Ren Woxiao rested, gazing intently at Qin Jun, who stood within the beam not far away. His eyes brimmed with anticipation.

"He has already amassed so many Daos?"

Ren Woxiao muttered to himself, astonished.

The Dao of Time, the Dao of Split Bodies, the Dao of Flames, the Dao of Fortune, and even the yet-to-be-formed Dao of Slaughter—all were frantically merging within Qin Jun’s body.

The Dao of Slaughter could accelerate one’s understanding of the Daos while possessing the remarkable ability to fuse them.

This was precisely why the Road of Ten Thousand Slaughters captivated countless beings.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun’s consciousness was immersed in the vast starlit void. Before him was an endless expanse of dazzling currents of time and space, but he could not discern any direction.

"Where is this..."

Qin Jun looked around in puzzlement, his thoughts erratic.

Suddenly, a fiery dragon roared and hurtled toward him, prompting him to dodge hurriedly in panic.

Crack——

A bolt of lightning accompanied by intense brightness descended from the heavens, narrowly missing him and setting his heart racing.

"What is happening..."

Qin Jun swallowed hard, bewildered by his circumstances.

In the next instant, killing shouts rang from all directions, startling him. Turning his gaze, he saw countless light forms rushing toward him amid the currents of time and space. Upon closer inspection, their figures bore an uncanny resemblance to his own.

"Could this be... the Dao of Split Bodies?"

Qin Jun finally understood, yet confusion still lingered in his mind. Why had his Daos manifested before him, and where exactly was this place?

Soon, the innumerable light forms surrounded him, layer upon layer, extending beyond sight and making it impossible to estimate their numbers.

All of them fixed their cold gazes on him, their piercing stares making even Qin Jun’s scalp tingle with unease as he prepared himself defensively.

"This Emperor is the Holy Emperor of Qin!"

"This Emperor is the Heavenly Emperor of Qin!"

"This Emperor is the Heavenly Emperor!"

"Reincarnation has no end—only the Heavenly Emperor endures!"

All the split bodies suddenly voiced different declarations, their amassed chorus nearly deafening Qin Jun.

The fiery dragon coiled around his feet, and electric brilliance danced around him—manifestations of the Dao of Flames and the Dao of Time.

A layer of warm brilliance enveloped Qin Jun’s body, its comfort indicating the presence of the Dao of Fortune.

In the outer world, Chaos surged within the desolate cosmos and flurried toward Qin Jun with relentless aggression.

"He’s already begun to fuse them?"

Ren Woxiao was visibly astonished. He slowly rose and fixed his gaze on Qin Jun, now divine-like within the light pillar, his eyes glinting with fervent passion.

Incredibly, tears began welling up in Ren Woxiao’s eyes, an incomprehensible sight.

He raised his right hand and extended it toward Qin Jun in the void, murmuring faintly, "You once told me you wished to claim the Supreme Throne. Allow me to fulfill that for you."

"Heavenly Emperor!"

Boom——

Surging Mana burst forth from Ren Woxiao’s outstretched palm, charging into the pillar of light. The meteorite beneath him shattered instantaneously, disintegrating into countless fragments that dissolved into the surrounding darkness.

Within the pillar, Qin Jun suddenly lifted his gaze, the purple flame between his brows roaring fiercely as his aura began to soar.

Within just ten breaths, he shattered the barriers of Wují Great Emperor’s peak realm!

The Dao of Flames transformed into Di Yanlong, encircling him; lightning crackled, and innumerable split bodies burst forth from his form, their incorporeal shapes merging overhead, all while he remained bathed in the light pillar.

Ren Woxiao’s expression turned somber, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Qin Jun within the radiant sepulcher.

Wisdom filled the void!

He had imparted his Mana to Qin Jun!

The cosmic darkness rippled visibly, its eerie resonance disturbing the fabric of space.

One day passed.

Qin Jun broke through to the initial stage of Wují Grand Sovereign Realm, his aura now thousands of times more powerful.

The Wují Grand Sovereign was a ruler above all, dominating not just universal planes but one’s destiny itself. In general, neither the Dao of Fate nor the Dao of Reincarnation dared to touch him, but the Wují Grand Sovereign’s physical form and Primordial Spirit could traverse time and space. However, the further they traveled, the greater the backlash they suffered—and at most, this endured merely ten thousand years. Further, altering time leads to the lethal entanglement of fate’s power.

Should history be altered, it would create parallel timelines, leaving no way to return to their original era and causing them to be lost hopelessly in chaos.

As a result, the vast majority of Wují Grand Sovereigns disregarded this ability.

Qin Jun’s Wheel of Fate, however, was different. Wherever he traveled, and no matter what he changed, it would always bring him back—an ability that, if known, would provoke countless strong entities to contest for it.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun’s aura continued to explode upward.

Its growth accelerated at an astonishing pace!

Ren Woxiao’s hair had gained several streaks of white. Yet in all this time, his eyes had never closed—not even once.

Five days later.

Qin Jun advanced to the mid-stage of Wují Grand Sovereign Realm, his power overwhelming, with the countless split bodies above him now increasingly solidified.

Fifteen days later.

Qin Jun reached the late-stage Wují Grand Sovereign Realm. Ren Woxiao’s hair had turned half-white, replacing his former dashing charm with an air of poignant desolation.

Ren Woxiao raised his left hand, releasing Mana from his palm to pour into Qin Jun’s form, propelling Qin Jun’s cultivation further forward with relentless momentum.