The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1578: 24 Wooden Coffins

Chapter 1578: Chapter 1578: 24 Wooden Coffins

Su Emperor Sect?

The small sect in that inner universe?

Qin Jun’s expression became peculiar. Back then, he nearly dismantled the Su Emperor Sect. Ahem, hopefully, the Su Emperor doesn’t find out about this.

The Su Emperor seemed to see through his thoughts and softly said, "Within the Ancient Sacred Emperor Dao, there are many branches of the Su Emperor Sect. They’re merely remnants. The true Su Emperor Sect is very powerful; at the very least, it surpasses what your current Great Qin Heavenly Court can compare to."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and scoffed, "Then I shall await and see. Using the Primordial realm as the chessboard, let’s see whether your Su Emperor Sect is stronger, or my Great Qin Heavenly Court reigns supreme!"

The two emperors locked eyes, their gazes aflame with fighting spirit. Neither was willing to concede.

"Take this back!"

The Su Emperor turned his palm and spoke. Suddenly, a fist-sized pearl appeared out of thin air in his grasp, silvery-white and dazzlingly radiant.

"What is this?" Qin Jun asked curiously.

The Su Emperor tossed it to him, then turned around to leave, leaving behind one sentence: "You’ll soon understand. When next we meet, I hope you’ll be much stronger."

As his voice faded, the Su Emperor disappeared, leaving no trace of his presence in the seven-colored stellar path.

Holding the silver pearl, Qin Jun turned it over and inspected it closely, somehow feeling a sense of inexplicable familiarity with the object.

"Huh? This pearl contains a unique power, closely akin to the Time-Space Dao."

The system’s voice suddenly chimed in, leaving Qin Jun momentarily stunned.

He suddenly recalled the Su Emperor’s words—this pearl was returned to him.

Could it be that this pearl was something he had once entrusted to the Su Emperor?

Qin Jun pondered deeply. If that’s the case, it means he will inevitably travel through time again in the future. Yet, why did he have no memory of this pearl?

Could it be an artifact obtained during a future time travel?

The more Qin Jun contemplated, the more plausible it seemed. He immediately asked internally, "With this pearl, can I traverse into even earlier epochs?"

"Absolutely! The power contained within this pearl is immense!"

The system replied energetically, causing Qin Jun’s eyes to light up.

He stored the silver pearl within the mythical space and prepared to return to the Great Qin timeline. Before leaving, he needed to organize the Great Qin Heavenly Court to prevent chaos should the timing of his return be misaligned.

...

In the boundless universe, green mist permeated everywhere. This universe lacked stars, having only a single sun radiating far in the distance, illuminating the cosmos.

Amid the green mist floated twenty-four wooden coffins, each stretching a hundred zhang in length, weathered and cracked, like aged timber that had withstood countless eras.

The twenty-four coffins drifted silently, aimlessly.

The coffin at the forefront suddenly trembled, as if something was attempting to break out, but it quickly calmed again.

"The Primordial realm births three thousand paths... Only I, Zhenghua, remain unmeasured by fate."

An ancient voice emanated faintly from within a coffin, eerie like a ghostly whisper.

Ahead flew a massive divine ship, extending fifty thousand meters in length. Onboard were hundreds of thousands of Nether Bug Clan entities. Upon closer inspection, all were Nether Bug creatures.

The twenty-four coffins seemed directed toward the Nether Bug Clan’s divine ship.

"There’s something ahead!"

A Nether Bug sentry standing atop a watchtower shouted loudly. Immediately, the warriors of the Nether Bug Clan swarmed forth like locusts.

The green mist thickened, engulfing the twenty-four coffins, heightening the sinister atmosphere.

...

Two days later, in the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace.

Qin Jun was about to conclude the assembly when an overwhelmingly powerful aura swept over the hall. Tens of thousands of immortals and celestial generals turned to see a shadowy figure emerging at the grand entrance.

"Your Majesty, beware!"

Yang Jian warned gravely, drawing the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in readiness for battle.

The other Gods and Demons mirrored his action.

"Wait!"

Yuanchu Emperor suddenly shouted to halt them. A smile broke across Qin Jun’s face as he, too, recognized the visitor.

It was none other than his fifth disciple, Mo Jingcang!

Mo Jingcang was the strongest of his five disciples but also the last to pledge allegiance to him.

"He has finally returned."

Guan Zhong murmured as he gazed at Mo Jingcang’s silhouette, while Guo Jia snorted coldly.

Guo Jia had always harbored resentment toward those like Mo Jingcang who left the Ancient Sacred Emperor Dao to venture into deeper realms, believing their actions a betrayal to the Heavenly Emperor.

Mo Jingcang strode confidently into the hall under the scrutinizing eyes of nervous immortals and celestial generals. He made his way to the foot of the Heavenly Emperor’s dais and then knelt.

The demonic aura dissipated, revealing his white hair. Mo Jingcang’s appearance had changed little since the Chaos Era, though his face now bore traces of wear from time gone by. His eyes glistened as he looked at Qin Jun, unable to contain his emotions.

"Master... I’ve finally waited long enough for you."

Mo Jingcang’s voice trembled as he spoke, bowing before Qin Jun so forcefully that the entirety of Six Emperors City shook violently.

Master!

The immortals and celestial generals were astounded, as were Yang Jian, Ying Zheng, Nvwa, and the others, their eyes widening.

They couldn’t fathom Mo Jingcang’s power—it surpassed even their perceptions; he was at least of the Primordial Ancestor Realm!

A being of the Primordial Ancestor Realm was actually Qin Jun’s disciple?

Bai Ze gaped as her gaze darted back and forth between Qin Jun and Mo Jingcang, utterly shocked.

"Rise. It has been a long time,"

Qin Jun raised his hand and spoke, gazing at the unexpectedly emotional Mo Jingcang with a sigh.

He had watched Mo Jingcang emerge into the world and later dominate it. To him, Mo Jingcang had long been akin to his own child.

Time flies, people change, yet Mo Jingcang’s reverence for him had remained steadfast.

Mo Jingcang raised his head, declaring, "I have finally waited for Master. From this moment on, I shall remain by your side, clearing every obstacle for you!"

Over the endless eons, he had joined countless factions and even founded his own sects, but none gave him the sense of belonging he once felt following Qin Jun.

"Very good! You have not disappointed me!"

Qin Jun said with a smile. With Mo Jingcang by his side, he felt a renewed sense of assurance.

"Alright, all of you may leave now!"

Qin Jun stood as he spoke, intending to converse privately with Mo Jingcang. It was clear Mo Jingcang also had much to say.

"Dismissed!"

Baili Shouyue declared loudly, his face lit with excitement.

The old members of the Heavenly Emperor’s imperial lineage were returning one by one, a development he had longed to see.

Once the immortals and celestial generals had dispersed, Qin Jun descended from the dais and approached Mo Jingcang.

"Master, I have heard that the Golden Shake Divine Sect and the Blood Bat Clan have been troubling you. Shall I eliminate them for you?"

Mo Jingcang asked gravely, his face filled with fierce determination.

"Can you single-handedly annihilate them?" Qin Jun raised a brow and asked.

"I can lead the Hongmeng Demon Sect into war against them," Mo Jingcang replied. Within the Hongmeng Demon Sect, aside from the Sect Leader, Mo Jingcang held the highest authority and could command its full might.

"How strong are you now? Have you reached the Primordial Ancestor Realm?"

Qin Jun asked. To rise to such prominence in the Hongmeng Demon Sect, Mo Jingcang’s strength was surely extraordinary.

The Hongmeng Demon Sect surpassed the Golden Shake Divine Sect and Blood Bat Clan in influence, though the comparative power of their top combatants remained uncertain.

"Of course!" Mo Jingcang said with pride.

"I have already transcended the Primordial Ancestor Realm!"

His words brimmed with confidence, prompting joy within Qin Jun, though outwardly, he remained composed.

To transcend the Primordial Ancestor Realm—what sort of realm was that?

Qin Jun’s curiosity was piqued, yet he refrained from asking. After all, he planned to time travel, and upon his return, he might already understand higher levels of cultivation.

"Very well. During this period, stay here in the Great Qin Heavenly Court and guard it for me, will you?"

"As you command, Master!"