The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1580: Endless Vast Expanse of Whiteness

Chapter 1580: Chapter 1580: Endless Vast Expanse of Whiteness

"What the hell does being the Heavenly Emperor even matter? We’re going to die! We’re going to die!"

Qin Nu screamed repeatedly, but sadly, he was trapped within the Wheel of Fate, unable to escape even if he wanted to.

Blood kept pouring from Qin Jun’s eyes, and soon his ears, nose, and mouth started to bleed as well. The immense power of time and space was crushing his internal organs, causing severe damage.

Most of all, his Divine Soul felt like it was being pierced by needles—an agonizing pain.

But he had to persist; he had no choice but to keep going. Stopping now would mean collision with the moment of Chaos’s creation, where two versions of him would exist in the same timeline—a paradox capable of obliterating spacetime, unleashing unimaginable horrors.

At this point, he could no longer discern how long he had been traveling; all he could do was muster every ounce of his strength and push forward desperately.

Eight trillion years!

Nine trillion years!

"Damn it... I’m really reaching my limit..."

Within the golden light, Qin Jun convulsed uncontrollably, his body no longer resembling a human form.

The temporal glimpses along his journey grew fewer and fewer, while ahead lay endless darkness. Still, he pressed onward.

"I can’t give up... I am the Heavenly Emperor... I can’t..."

"I must reach the end..."

Qin Jun endured with difficulty, refusing to let himself completely lose consciousness.

The unprecedented pain tortured both his flesh and his soul, but he couldn’t even hear the system’s voice anymore.

"What is this... how is this even possible?"

Qin Nu screamed in terror, but in the very next second, his voice was abruptly cut off.

It should be said that Qin Jun could no longer hear any sound, as if he had gone deaf. He couldn’t feel anything, and even his body no longer seemed to belong to him.

Everything fell into silence.

Finally, Qin Jun slipped into sleep.

Time passed noiselessly—or perhaps, time had ceased to exist altogether.

All was nothing...

He had no sense of how long had passed.

Gradually, Qin Jun’s consciousness began to awaken. He felt warmth in his body—a soothing sensation.

He struggled to open his eyes, but found himself unable to. His entire body was weak.

His memories also began to resurface. Once he fully regained clarity, his eyelids twitched before slowly opening.

What met his eyes was a blinding whiteness. He instinctively inspected his body, finding it covered in blood, suspended in void.

"Where is this..."

Qin Jun began surveying his surroundings, but his gaze fell upon nothing but an endless expanse of white. There was no end, no objects, just boundless pale emptiness.

It would be fitting to say that this place wasn’t even space. He could sense no gravity; his feet could find no ground to press against. Yet, with a mere thought, he could move wherever he wanted to go.

But no matter where he ventured, there was only whiteness. More white.

Not even gas; it was as if he were trapped within a massive white sphere that extended infinitely. In this sphere, apart from himself, there was nothing else—no material, no entity.

"System? Where is this?"

Qin Jun asked blankly. This was nothing like the Primordial Chaos he had imagined.

"Uncertain for now."

The system replied, its tone also filled with confusion.

Qin Jun furrowed his brow and retrieved pills from the mythology system to heal his wounds, in case he encountered powerful enemies later.

While healing himself, he extended his Divine Consciousness in all directions. Unfortunately, even when stretching out across millions of billions of miles, all he perceived was white—no trace of other matter, not even a speck of dust.

"Could there have been an error at the end?"

Qin Jun thought nervously. The unknown was always terrifying.

The system didn’t respond, seemingly absorbed in its own thoughts.

Time passed, and when most of Qin Jun’s injuries healed, he created 100,000 split bodies and sent them flying rapidly in different directions.

These split bodies shared the same level of power as Qin Jun himself, capable of crossing the distances between dozens of Great Dao realms in just seconds. Yet, no matter how far they traveled, they failed to reach an end.

Unwilling to concede, Qin Jun relentlessly directed the 100,000 split bodies to press onward.

He possessed the Time Dao, enabling him to calculate the passage of time for himself.

After a full hour had elapsed, none of the split bodies had traversed to an end. The images relayed back were still of an unbroken expanse of whiteness, without a single living being or material to be encountered. It seemed that Qin Jun truly was the sole occupant here.

A day passed, and his split bodies still found nothing.

Two days.

Three days.

Five days.

An indescribable terror began to engulf Qin Jun’s heart.

He frowned deeply, striving to steady his emotions.

"Could this place be the Spacetime Exile Zone?"

In his mind emerged a horrifying notion. Legends spoke of beings forcibly reversing spacetime only to be banished by the Time Dao, Space Dao, and Fate Dao jointly, forever trapped beyond the possibility of return.

"No!"

"There exists a mysterious gas in the surroundings, invisible, formless—so elusive that even the host cannot perceive its presence."

The system seemed to have discovered something and spoke directly into Qin Jun’s mind.

"What gas?" Qin Jun asked, startled as he rose hastily, no longer sitting cross-legged.

He vigilantly scanned his surroundings, prepared for an abrupt attack.

"Unclear. The system has a bold hypothesis..."

For the first time, the system’s voice carried hesitation, its tone slightly trembling.

"What hypothesis? Out with it!" Qin Jun impatiently demanded. Being stuck in this desolate place was a torment worse than death; devoid of everything, even his nerves stayed taut with apprehension.

"This might be the universe before Primordial Chaos—the universe’s most primitive existence!"

The system explained its thought process. The distances Qin Jun’s 100,000 split bodies had covered—equivalent to journeys from Xuandang’s Great World to Primordial Chaos—yielded no end and no signs of life or matter, inclining the system toward this startling conclusion.

Before Primordial Chaos?

Qin Jun stood frozen in place, unable to process this revelation for a long time.

"If this truly is pre-Primordial Chaos, devoid of rules, material, or life, then all the mysteries find their answers."

The system sighed, astonished that even it hadn’t anticipated Qin Jun’s journey reaching so far into the early days.

"Can I still traverse back again?" Qin Jun hurriedly asked.

With even Primordial Chaos yet to emerge, how was he supposed to proceed? Without spiritual energy, how could he cultivate? Staying here too long would drive him mad...

"Impossible. Can the host still connect to independent spacetime realms?"

The system shot down his hopes, prompting him to immediately try summoning the Time Dao. But alas, he failed to enter any independent spacetime realm; wishing to traverse again was mere daydreaming.

"This..."

Qin Jun’s mouth hung slightly ajar, his thoughts churning incomprehensibly.

"Before Primordial Chaos emerged, the Three Thousand Daos had yet to manifest; even timelines did not exist," the system mused.

Even the system hadn’t foreseen this outcome—it had gone too far back.

"So what now?"

Qin Jun took a deep breath and posed the question.

"Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"The birth of Primordial Chaos."

"..."

Qin Jun’s lips twitched. Who knew how long it would take for Primordial Chaos to birth?

As he pondered, his split bodies dispersed smoke-like essence in the distant reaches, and Qin Jun disbanded them all with a thought.

Sitting cross-legged, he then summoned the Wheel of Fate to consult Qin Nu, his fate-embodiment split.

As Qin Nu emerged from the Wheel of Fate, he retained the appearance of the White Emperor.

"You—!"

Qin Nu started cursing Qin Jun instinctively, but before he finished, his gaze fell on the surroundings, rendering him speechless in shock.

"Where is this?" Qin Nu asked cautiously, turning meek in an instant.

"The world before Primordial Chaos emerged," Qin Jun answered with his arms folded across his chest, eyes closed.

Qin Nu stood as if struck by lightning, his entire soul stiffening, his expression frozen in stupefaction.