The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1582: Originally the Strongest [4th Update]

Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: Originally the Strongest [4th Update]

"When I say it, you must accept it."

The first words spoken the moment Ren Woxiao met Qin Jun replayed in his mind, stirring an even deeper unease in his heart.

Ren Woxiao had helped him greatly but had never asked for anything in return.

Qin Jun had always assumed he had some ulterior motive, and it never crossed his mind that Ren Woxiao would die so suddenly.

"I haven’t even shared a drink with you... haven’t yet made you a divine general of the Great Qin Heavenly Court—how could you have fallen already?"

Qin Jun stumbled through a haze of grief, his eyes faintly red.

He turned away, his back now facing Qin Nu and the newly-born souls, ensuring they couldn’t see the expression on his face.

They were still chanting, "First came the Heavenly Emperor, then came the Dao; before Primordial was created, there was Ren Woxiao."

Qin Jun was consumed by endless remorse, images of Ren Woxiao’s face persistently surfacing in his mind.

"No, wait! There’s still a chance for the resurrection of Gods and Demons!"

"As long as I defeat the Nine Palaces Supreme, I can obtain an opportunity for resurrection!"

Suddenly struck by this realization, Qin Jun’s spirits were reinvigorated.

He was the Heavenly Emperor; he couldn’t remain bound by guilt—he needed to find a way to make amends.

"Nine Palaces Supreme! Just wait—when I return, you’ll be the first I trample upon!"

Qin Jun clenched his fists, resolve flashing in his eyes. Yet, he wouldn’t kill the Nine Palaces Supreme, for the Supreme had helped him eliminate a horde of invading Chaos God Sovereigns.

With that, Qin Jun took a deep breath and turned back to instruct the seven newly-born souls.

Though these souls were initially meant to ease Qin Jun’s loneliness, his ambitions had now grown far beyond that.

He intended to nurture them well, so they could someday become the pinnacle of mythology.

The Primordial Origin Period was unimaginably desolate.

Time slipped by rapidly.

Fifty years later.

The spiritual intelligence of the seven souls fully matured.

"Alright, starting today, each of you must have a name. Choose one for yourselves!"

Qin Jun gazed at the seven souls with a smile. He had told them countless stories, even sharing his own personal experiences.

"Can we call ourselves emperors?"

One soul nervously asked, and Qin Jun raised an eyebrow—how bold.

"You can!"

Qin Jun nodded, harboring a faint anticipation that perhaps one of them might someday attain great renown.

With the Wheel of Fate in his possession, he had no fears of altering the future. As long as there weren’t two versions of himself in the same era, there would be no historical chaos—this was another peculiar ability of the Wheel of Fate, a liberation from the constraints of destiny.

"I shall be called Heavenly Monarch Grand Basis." One of the souls spoke first.

"Grand Basis? Very good." Qin Jun nodded in satisfaction.

"I shall be Origin Emperor of Yin and Yang," said the soul who had earlier inquired whether they could claim imperial titles.

"Taiyi Chaos."

"I wish to be named Extreme Emperor of the Nine Extremes!"

"I want to be Primordial Emperor!"

Primordial Emperor?

Qin Jun furrowed his brows and asked, "Why name yourself after Primordial?"

He hadn’t shared stories of Primordial, only occasionally mentioned the term.

Could it be...

Qin Jun cast a side-glance at Qin Nu, who shook his head in fright. "I didn’t say anything about it."

"I like it—it feels like this name truly belongs to me." The Primordial Emperor replied innocently. At this point, it was still just a mass of black vapor, and its words carried no sense of menace.

"Alright." Qin Jun relaxed his brow and hoped the Primordial Emperor bore no connection to the true Primordial.

"I shall be called Nine Palaces First Emperor!" Another soul named itself.

Nine Palaces?

Qin Jun frowned deeply. Dammit, could this one be related to the Nine Palaces Supreme?

"I shall call myself Ren Woxiao!"

The last soul exclaimed, its voice brimming with excitement.

Qin Jun’s eyes widened instantly in shock. "Why did you choose this name?"

"’Before Primordial was created, there was Ren Woxiao.’ This phrase is what I’m most familiar with—I especially love the last three characters, so I chose them." Ren Woxiao replied joyfully, oblivious to Qin Jun’s strange reaction.

Qin Jun’s expression turned peculiar. Could Ren Woxiao have been his creation?

No—that wasn’t right.

Ren Woxiao was a God and Demon, wasn’t he?

Wait, Ren Woxiao had voluntarily entered the mythology system.

"System—is he really Ren Woxiao?" Qin Jun couldn’t help but ask inwardly.

"Uncertain. All things follow the threads of causality—perhaps he truly is." The system hesitated in its response, as the events Qin Jun was encountering had already surpassed its understanding.

Origin Emperor of Yin and Yang, Heavenly Monarch Grand Basis, Nine Palaces First Emperor, Extreme Emperor of the Nine Extremes, Taiyi Chaos, Primordial Emperor, and Ren Woxiao were now gleefully calling each other by their chosen names.

To them, having their own names felt like their greatest achievement at present.

Qin Jun stood stunned to the side, lost in contemplation.

Leaving Ren Woxiao’s situation aside, names like Yin and Yang, Grand Basis, Nine Palaces, Nine Extremes, Taiyi, Chaos, and Primordial each carried profound significance—even in Huaxia’s ancient texts, such concepts were mentioned. Yet these little creatures had casually appropriated them as names, suggesting their identities were far from ordinary.

"Was my creation of them meant to open the gates to Primordial?"

A daring thought emerged in Qin Jun’s mind, so unexpected that it startled even him.

The Primordial Origin Period—the pale, barren world—showed no signs of transforming into Primordial.

He cast his gaze toward Primordial Emperor, still a mere cluster of black vapor, yet somehow evoking an impression of an epic, radiant saga.

Standing beside him, Qin Nu had already turned to stone, utterly petrified by the terrifying names of these new souls.

Only after a long time did Qin Jun and Qin Nu finally come to their senses.

"You wouldn’t happen to be the first divine entity of Primordial, would you..." Qin Nu cautiously asked, prompting Qin Jun to roll his eyes and snort, "Primordial hasn’t even emerged yet!"

Future generations scarcely understood Primordial, let alone the Primordial Origin Period that preceded it.

Qin Jun shifted his focus back to the seven new souls. Though they were fragments of his own soul, the system had imbued them with intelligence, transforming them into entirely new sentient beings, only lacking physical bodies.

"If this one truly is Ren Woxiao, then his strength is explainable—from the unformed Primordial to now... So it turns out he wasn’t boasting—he really was only temporarily weaker than Su Emperor..."

Qin Jun swallowed nervously—these seven were entities older than Primordial itself.

If they persisted in surviving, what would figures like Nine Palaces Supreme, Su Emperor, Extreme Emperor, Ling Emperor, and Emperor Qiutian amount to?

Couldn’t they be crushed with a single slap?

"Could all of this have been created by me... Then where did I even come from?"

Qin Jun fell into an endless spiral of doubt.

Who was he, truly?

"Host, you may interpret it this way: you were the first living entity of the Primordial Origin Period, who created these seven souls. Then, you opened the gates to Primordial, which later collapsed into Chaos. Yet due to certain reasons, you vanished. Your soul continued to pass on, enduring endless cycles of reincarnation, eventually becoming Qin Jun. Now, Qin Jun feeds back these memories to you, causing an insoluble temporal paradox. In truth, your entire journey was foreseen by yourself at this very moment. Once your cultivation reaches the supreme level, everything will become clear."

The system’s words sent shockwaves through Qin Jun.

Could this really be true?

Was he originally the Heavenly Emperor?

Qin Jun felt his worldview shatter; he struggled to recover.

Qin Nu’s gaze toward Qin Jun brimmed with awe, as though he too had pieced together the truth.

"If I am truly as the system claims, then I should be the most powerful entity—why would I disappear? What power could threaten me?"

Qin Jun pondered the question inwardly. If he were the strongest, no one should be able to kill him; no calamity should be able to harm him.

"The system does not know."