The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1584: The Invincible Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 1584: Chapter 1584: The Invincible Heavenly Emperor

It took a whole five years for the Source Seven Gods to fully integrate the primordial power Qin Jun had bestowed upon them.

Collectively achieving the Wují Chaotic Ultra-Saint realm!

As fragments of Qin Jun’s soul, their cultivation had already reached the level of Primordial Fusion Realm. However, lacking memories and physical bodies, they could only progress slowly. Below the Primordial Fusion Realm, there was no such thing as "breakthrough" for them; as long as their primordial power was sufficient, everything came easily.

Qin Jun had already reached the realm of Primordial Great Detachment. With just a casual infusion of power, he could elevate them instantly to the heights of Wují Chaotic Ultra-Saint.

The starting point of the Source Seven Gods was so extraordinarily high that it would be unimaginable to the chaotic beings of the Chaos Era.

After reaching the Wují Chaotic Ultra-Saint realm, the souls of the Source Seven Gods began to take human form, no longer mere clouds of black smoke like before.

Upon examining their appearances, there were six men and one woman.

Apart from Heavenly Monarch Grand Basis, the rest all had male appearances.

Qin Jun’s gaze first fell on Ren Wo Xiao, his lips twitching, his expression speechless.

This guy... really was Ren Wo Xiao.

With a flamboyant appearance, Qin Jun recognized him at a glance. Ren Wo Xiao could be considered the most handsome among the Source Seven Gods. Though Heavenly Monarch Grand Basis was the only woman, her beauty was breathtaking, ranking among the top three of all women Qin Jun had ever seen. Still, Qin Jun harbored no thoughts about her — after all, Heavenly Monarch Grand Basis was akin to his daughter.

The Primordial Emperor looked overwhelmingly dominant, with pride and arrogance between his brows resembling Qin Jun’s demeanor. Then there was Emperor Nine Extremes Qian, the most physically massive among the Source Seven Gods.

Taiyi Chaos had a slender physique and a cold, indifferent face, giving off the impression of deep scheming.

Yin-Yang Origin Emperor had one side of their body white and the other black, embodying the profound essence of Tai Chi. Their face carried a subtle, harmless smile.

Nine Palaces First Emperor squinted, wearing a perpetual laughing Buddha-like expression, clearly not the same person as the Nine Palaces Supreme that Qin Jun had known.

Though the Seven Gods shared almost identical cultivation, the Primordial Emperor was slightly stronger, which caused Qin Jun to ponder deeply.

Could it be due to the meaning behind the word "Primordial"?

Qin Jun stared deeply at the Primordial Emperor, feeling that this child was destined for an extraordinary future.

Hopefully, they won’t end up like Pangu, perishing while splitting heaven and earth.

"Father God... What’s wrong? Do I look ugly?" asked the Primordial Emperor, scratching their head.

Having spent so much time with Qin Jun, their aesthetic standards had aligned with his—they saw Qin Jun as perfect and Qin Nu as hideous.

"No, you possess one-tenth of my handsomeness, which is more than enough to be proud of!"

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, his face full of gentle affection, causing the Primordial Emperor to grin widely.

Qin Nu’s lips twitched upon hearing this and couldn’t help but facepalm.

"Alright, you all go have fun. I must continue cultivating!"

Qin Jun waved them off with a smile. Despite having reached the Primordial Great Detachment Realm, he still felt it wasn’t enough.

Far from enough!

Having finally arrived at the Source Primordial Era, how could he face the citizens of the Great Qin without cultivating to an overwhelming level?

Having said that, Qin Jun flew millions of miles away to practice alone.

After the Source Seven Gods achieved the Wují Chaotic Ultra-Saint realm, they surpassed Qin Nu, ushering in a miserable Chapter of Qin Nu’s life.

Unable to absorb the energy of Origin, the Source Seven Gods could only play with Qin Nu.

But how could Qin Nu endure their rough treatment? He suffered greatly.

Time continued to pass.

Nine hundred thousand years later!

Qin Jun broke through to the mid-stage of the Primordial Great Detachment Realm, amplifying the strength of his physical body a thousandfold!

Ten million years later.

Qin Jun broke through to the late-stage of the Primordial Great Detachment Realm, and forget the Primordial Ancestor—he was confident he could crush anyone at an even higher realm!

The energy of Origin had elevated him to an entirely new level, and his realm had instead become a facade.

Meanwhile, he elevated the Source Seven Gods to the Wují Supreme Sovereign Realm. The Primordial Emperor outpaced the other six by two minor realms, widening the gap.

Not only them—the miserable Qin Nu was also elevated by Qin Jun to the Wují Supreme Great Emperor Realm, rendering Qin Nu utterly loyal to Qin Jun. Unfortunately, Qin Nu still couldn’t escape torment by the Source Seven Gods.

Out of boredom, Qin Jun taught the Source Seven Gods techniques for battle and soul clashes to hone their combat experience.

Poor Qin Nu thus found himself stuck in an endless era of suffering as a punching bag.

One hundred million years later.

Qin Jun finally broke through to the peak of the Primordial Great Detachment Realm. The further he progressed, the slower his breakthroughs became, but his strength underwent earthshaking transformations. If Nine Palaces Supreme were to appear before him again, he would show them what true power was!

"Being invincible is truly lonely."

Qin Jun opened his eyes and sighed. In the Source Primordial Era, there were no living creatures, no paths of cultivation, which made him increasingly restless.

How he wished for a few enemies to emerge, just so he could crush them!

Despite his jest, he observed Qin Nu and the Source Seven Gods briefly before resuming his closed cultivation.

Over the course of a hundred million years, it was fortunate he had cultivation to keep busy; otherwise, even his willpower might erode.

In the timeless Source Primordial Era, the Source Seven Gods gradually fought less, becoming quieter with each passing moment.

The monotony was overwhelming—they couldn’t remain lively forever.

About five billion years later.

The Primordial Emperor finished a duel with Ren Wo Xiao, sighing, "It’s so dull. Why are there only the few of us here?"

Ren Wo Xiao shrugged with a laugh, saying, "There were only Father God and Qin Nu before us; we were merely created to accompany Father God."

"Created?"

The Primordial Emperor furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Ren Wo Xiao, nudging him out of curiosity.

Among the Source Seven Gods, the Primordial Emperor was already recognized as the strongest, akin to a big brother figure. Ren Wo Xiao always sought him out to spar in hopes of surpassing him.

"Nothing. Go find Nine Palaces and the others to play," the Primordial Emperor replied, shaking his head. With that, he turned and flew toward the endless pale horizon.

His departing silhouette was framed with a profound sense of isolation.

From this moment, he seemed to begin distancing himself from the others.

Qin Jun didn’t notice this; he continued cultivating in peace. Within this vast white world, whatever the Primordial Emperor did, he would remain safe.

Endless years passed like fleeting shadows, slipping by in an instant.

A hundred billion years later.

Qin Jun finally broke through to the initial stage of the Primordial Ancestor Realm. His primordial power surged wildly, his strength reaching an entirely new zenith. Even as he suppressed his aura, the surrounding space rippled unstoppably.

This was the Source Primordial World — far beyond the structure of space in later eras. Even at full force, the Primordial Ancestor couldn’t damage Source Primordial space. But now, Qin Jun, simply restraining his aura and power, could cause subtle tremors. It boggled the mind to imagine how strong he had become.

To be frank, Qin Jun didn’t even know his own limits.

But one thing was certain—if Nine Palaces Supreme were to stand before him again, he’d crush him without hesitation.

While he didn’t know Nine Palaces Supreme’s current cultivation, Qin Jun could deduce from his past aura that his strength was irrelevant—he simply wasn’t stronger than Qin Jun.

"System, when can I travel back?"

Qin Jun asked in his heart. He couldn’t activate the Wheel of Fate, nor could he open independent space-time realms. Traveling back was now solely dependent on the Mythology System.

He was eager to return and obliterate everything!

"Uncertain. The host has traveled to the end of the time-space continuum, beyond Primordial chaos itself. Even the system cannot determine how far before Primordial chaos or the emergence of the Three Thousand Great Dao we currently are," the system replied with a tone of helplessness.