The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1573: Terrifying Demon Ancestor

Chapter 1573: Chapter 1573: Terrifying Demon Ancestor

Qin Jun led Yang Jian, Ying Zheng, Donghuang Taiyi, Nvwa, and Ran Min to the seven-colored Star Path outside the Great Qin Heavenly Court.

After several months, the Star Path had gradually taken shape, but compared to before the great battle, it looked much dimmer.

The group waited for the enemy army to arrive, their expressions grim, as they could already feel the oppressive aura.

"If I were to use power beyond the current system’s limit again, would it cause you to fall into slumber, and summon another God and Demon?"

Qin Jun asked in his heart. If it truly came to a life-and-death moment, he would still choose to unleash the God and Demon.

"Yes!"

The system swiftly responded, making Qin Jun’s gaze even icier.

Soon enough, at the end of the seven-colored Star Path, dozens of powerful figures flew toward them, led by five Primordial Ancestors. Even from a great distance, their presence made one’s heart race with unease.

Upon closer inspection, these beings bore great resemblance to the Chaos Lords, akin to the assassins who had previously attacked Qin Jun.

It seemed the Chaos Lords belonged to the same race.

Yang Jian squinted with his three eyes, ready to engage in battle at a moment’s notice.

"Among you, who is the Heavenly Emperor?"

The leading Chaos Lord called out in a deep voice, his tone like rolling thunder that echoed through the Ancient Sacred Empyrean Path, triggering uproar across hundreds of principal planes.

Another strong foe daring to provoke the Heavenly Emperor?

"You Chaos Lords are courting death again, aren’t you?!"

Donghuang Taiyi roared in fury, completely unafraid of starting a fight.

Pleading with the enemy often leads to an even worse fate, so why not die gloriously?

"How dare you!"

"Kill them! Such arrogance is intolerable!"

"Knowing we are Chaos Lords, yet daring to be so insolent—it cannot stand!"

"Exactly! Today, we must reestablish the prestige of the Chaos Lords!"

The dozens of Chaos Lords were immediately enraged, shouting in unison. They awaited the order from their leader to swarm forward in attack.

The leading Chaos Lord was draped in pitch-black armor, towering a hundred feet tall. His head bore nine horns that gleamed with an icy luster, and his sharp eyes locked onto Qin Jun and his group, radiating a bone-chilling killing intent.

"Heavenly Emperor, you killed two of our Chaos Lords. I offer you two paths: come with us, or die!"

The pitch-black Chaos Lord glared at Qin Jun as he spoke, his domineering tone leaving no room for rebuttal.

Go with you?

Qin Jun laughed—he would rather face a fate worse than death!

He took a deep breath, preparing to release the Black and White Impermanence.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed the spacetime walls of the seven-colored Star Path ignited with demonic energy, as though being corroded. The demonic energy grew increasingly pervasive, chilling to the core, making one’s scalp tingle.

Qin Jun wasn’t the only one to notice; the other Gods and Demons also sensed it, their expressions shifting dramatically.

The Chaos Lords noticed the changes in Qin Jun and his group’s expressions. Following their line of sight and looking around instinctively, they were taken aback and stunned.

"Demonic energy... wait... this demonic energy is..."

The pitch-black Chaos Lord seemed to recall an existence too dreadful to name. His eyes widened in terror, and his body slightly trembled.

"Chaos Lord’s ethereal palace, didn’t you realize this seat has already laid claim to the Ancient Sacred Empyrean Path?"

A cold and sinister voice resounded, echoing in the ears of every living being as though spoken right beside them, frightening the Chaos Lords into utter dread.

"Nine Palaces Supreme..."

A Chaos Lord exclaimed tremblingly, as if encountering their worst nightmare.

Qin Jun and his companions stood as if facing a formidable enemy. The aura of Nine Palaces Supreme was vast and unfathomable, terrifying the Chaos Lords, showing they were evidently superior.

"Nine Palaces Supreme... the Primordial Demon Ancestor?"

Qin Jun furrowed his brows deeply. Zhao Yun had mentioned the Nine Palaces Supreme before, though Qin Jun hadn’t paid much attention at the time.

Now it seemed the Nine Palaces Supreme had an unparalleled reputation. Even the Chaos Lords were so frightened—clearly, their power was no less than a Primordial Ancestor, and possibly even greater. Otherwise, how could the presence alone make five Primordial Ancestors so panicked?

Yang Jian murmured, "This Nine Palaces Supreme is exceedingly strong. I cannot track his location, but judging by his aura, he surpasses me."

The group listened, growing even more apprehensive. Yang Jian was their strongest ally, and if even he admitted inferiority, what else could they do?

Qin Jun’s face darkened, remaining silent.

"If only Ren Woxiao were here, how perfect that would be."

Ran Min muttered under his breath. It wasn’t that he harbored discontent; it was simply an instinctive sigh. After all, Ren Woxiao was unbelievably powerful, to the point where even the Dao of Slaughter could do nothing to him.

Qin Jun’s expression remained impassive, though inwardly he was puzzled. Typically, Ren Woxiao hovered near him frequently, so why was he now nowhere to be found?

"We only want him. We swear not to interfere with the Ancient Sacred Empyrean Path."

The pitch-black Chaos Lord gritted his teeth, clearly signaling compromise.

The demonic energy on the spacetime walls increased in volume, converging toward them menacingly, like ghostly mist.

"Since you’ve arrived, don’t think of leaving. This seat happens to need your power."

The sinister laugh of Nine Palaces Supreme echoed. As soon as the words fell, the demonic energy adhered to the spacetime walls and suddenly attacked the Chaos Lords relentlessly.

The Chaos Lords, sensing imminent danger, scattered in an attempt to flee. But alas, they were no match for the speed of the demonic energy, which turned into countless tendrils wrapping around each of them, leaving Qin Jun and his team cold with fear.

None of them could follow the trajectory of the demonic energy—it was too fast!

"Aaaahhhh—"

A Chaos Lord suddenly let out a ghastly scream. Among them, his cultivation was the weakest, though he had still reached the mid-stage of the Primordial Great Detachment Realm. Yet his body shriveled at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye. Within less than three breaths, all his power had been drained, leaving only a desiccated corpse with an expression of utter terror. His Primordial Spirit failed to escape.

Witnessing this, Qin Jun and the others felt their scalps tingle in horror.

One after another, the other Chaos Lords screamed miserably as their powers were swiftly drained. One by one, they turned into lifeless husks, their souls annihilated, their deaths filled with utmost despair.

In no time, all the dozens of Chaos Lords perished tragically, leaving only the pitch-black Chaos Lord struggling to persist due to his formidable cultivation and vast reserves of power.

"Nine Palaces Supreme... you won’t die peacefully! One day, you will be obliterated by the Primordial!"

The pitch-black Chaos Lord howled with utter despair, and as his cries echoed, his life force was utterly severed, and he met his end, his soul dissipated.

Dozens of Primordial Great Detachment cultivators, including five Primordial Ancestors, had all perished tragically, drained of all their power!

Qin Jun and his companions remained silent, cold sweat dripping from each of their faces.

The power of Nine Palaces Supreme was utterly horrifying—likely surpassing even the Primordial Ancestors.

"Damn it... how can such an incomprehensibly powerful being exist?"

Qin Jun clenched his fists tightly. Even if he unleashed the Black and White Impermanence, he doubted they could rival Nine Palaces Supreme.

By this time, the demonic energy tangling the Chaos Lords began to withdraw. The desiccated corpses of the Chaos Lords fell, vanishing into the depths of the Star Path.

The demonic energy condensed and concentrated furiously, soon forming into an imposing figure. A black cape billowed, extending ten meters long. The true form of Nine Palaces Supreme materialized dramatically.

Standing two meters tall, his black robes were adorned with golden patterns resembling dragons or lions, lifelike to the point they seemed poised to leap forth. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, with crimson lips as if bleeding. His eyes burned a horrifying red, and his violet hair swayed menacingly. Between his brows, a purple flame mark bore an uncanny resemblance to Qin Jun’s own features.