The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1591: Reincarnation Has No End, Only the Heavenly Emperor Endures Forever

Chapter 1591: Chapter 1591: Reincarnation Has No End, Only the Heavenly Emperor Endures Forever

Qin Nu was the split body of fate, inherently equivalent to the Great Dao of Fate. Having traversed countless eras, from the Primordial Origin era to the establishment of Primordial Chaos, he especially witnessed the death of the Primordial Emperor, who transformed into the essence of Chaos, prompting him to gradually realize the value of his own existence. Yet, he feared altering everything and thereby facing backlash.

Now, the Primordial War erupted, bringing forth slaughter and calamity. Qin Nu increasingly felt he had to take action.

"It turns out I am not a mere split body; Fate has always been singular."

Qin Nu murmured to himself, attaining great enlightenment. He immediately raised both arms, his entire being emitting dazzling light.

"Primordial Chaos lacks order, Fate shall set the precedent. From this day forward, all beings of Chaos shall be governed by Fate, with causes and results. May peace descend once more!"

Qin Nu’s voice echoed throughout Primordial Chaos, causing countless beings of Chaos to stare in wide-eyed astonishment.

In the far distance, amidst countless floating corpses, a figure encased in surging demonic energy stood arrogantly. Black hair billowed as his form remained hidden within the demonic aura, revealing only his face—a grim visage filled with bloodlust.

This was none other than Emperor Zhoumo!

"Fate? Seeking to impose order upon Chaos? I am the true order!"

Emperor Zhoumo sneered, utterly disdainful of Fate.

He believed himself to be the mightiest existence within Chaos, undefeatable even by the gods.

At that moment, a figure flew toward him from the front. Its aura was vast and mighty—none other than Ling Emperor.

Emperor Zhoumo furrowed his brows, for Ling Emperor carried a faint aura of danger. This figure was undeniably far more powerful than other beings of Chaos.

"Could this be Ling Emperor?"

Emperor Zhoumo’s lips curled into a grin; he had wanted to challenge Ling Emperor and unexpectedly, Ling Emperor had come to him instead.

"Emperor Zhoumo! In Chaos, only I am fit to bear the title of Emperor. You dare to call yourself Emperor? Today, I shall ensure your death!"

Ling Emperor declared coldly, entirely unafraid of Emperor Zhoumo. Both their cultivations had reached the pinnacle of the Great Detachment Realm of Chaos, their true combat power matching that of the Primordial Ancestor. However, in terms of realm, they struggled to break through, for they lacked the correct cultivation methods.

Not only them but all other beings of Chaos faced the same predicament.

"Hmph!"

Emperor Zhoumo snorted coldly, unwilling to waste any more words with Ling Emperor. The two clashed across tens of millions of miles, unleashing blinding light as countless streams of primordial purple energy twisted madly—an epic battle had begun.

Above Chaos, within the Primordial Origin space.

Qin Jun furrowed his brows and murmured, "He is indeed Fate? Wait, could it be he is not the split body?"

Qin Jun had listened intently to Qin Nu’s words.

"If he is the true Fate, why did he conceal his cultivation from me? Why did he hide from me?" Qin Jun wondered aloud.

Closely observing Qin Nu, who was transforming into the Great Dao of Fate, Qin Jun sensed Qin Nu’s will beginning to fade. Qin Jun quickly understood.

The split body of Fate had originated from the true Fate itself; the two were inherently one. Unlike Qin Jun’s creation of the seven gods of Primordial Origin, Fate initially lacked sentience. However, through encountering Qin Jun, the split body of Fate serendipitously developed sentience. Once endowed with sentience, he inherently became the true Fate.

Just as destiny itself, Fate ultimately is rules. Even though Qin Nu had gained sentience, he would in the end return to the state of a non-sentient rule. This was his own destiny.

Concerning Qin Nu’s decision, Qin Jun did not interfere. Even as his will dissipated, Qin Nu would not truly die, for his will would transform into the Great Dao of Fate, embodying the cycle of causality and reincarnation.

Good deeds are rewarded with good outcomes, evil deeds are met with evil consequences. Too much slaughter leads to causality and reincarnation, and retribution eventually comes full circle.

This was the rule Qin Nu desired. Only through this could war be curbed, deterring the beings of Chaos from engaging in battles.

Yet, regrettably, no rule is immutable—not even causality and reincarnation.

Elsewhere, the six gods of Primordial Origin also sensed Qin Nu’s actions. They gathered together, standing side by side amidst Chaos.

"Qin Nu has found his own value too?" Ren Woxiao asked with furrowed brows.

He felt deeply melancholic. After the Primordial Emperor, Qin Nu too had left them, a sensation that left him in sorrow.

Not just him—Nine Extremes Emperor Qian, Nine Palaces Origin Emperor, Heavenly Monarch Grand Basis, Taiyi Chaos, and Yin-Yang Origin Emperor felt the same.

They were filled with uncertainty about the future, unsure of who would depart next.

Suddenly, Nine Palaces Origin Emperor recalled something, his expression shifting slightly. He asked, "Why did Father God create us? For what purpose?"

Hearing this, the others were visibly moved. They looked up toward the supreme Primordial Origin space, lost in contemplation.

By this point, they no longer believed Qin Jun had created them merely out of boredom.

Certainly, he had a greater purpose.

Hundreds of years later, Qin Nu completely transformed into the Great Dao of Fate. All beings of Chaos felt like something invisible had connected with them. This feeling was peculiar and left many with fear.

"Fate and reincarnation are established. All beings are granted destiny, each bearing their own causality—act wisely!"

"Reincarnation has no end; only the Heavenly Emperor shall eternal endure!"

Once more, Qin Nu’s voice resounded, like an epic ballad, illuminating Chaos and shaking all living beings.

Sitting upon the supreme divine throne, Qin Jun paused momentarily and then chuckled, shaking his head. He hadn’t anticipated that this fellow would share with all beings the very words he often spoke—truth be told, Qin Nu indeed kept him in his heart.

"You will always be Qin Nu, my loyal servant."

Qin Jun murmured this with sincerity rather than derision. At the very least, Qin Nu had firmly etched himself into Qin Jun’s heart, leaving his own indelible mark.

At the same time, all beings were in awe.

The Heavenly Emperor eternal? Who is the Heavenly Emperor?

Ling Emperor and Emperor Zhoumo, locked in combat, also came to a halt. Both were bloodied and in grievous states, yet their killing intent remained high.

"Heavenly Emperor?" Emperor Zhoumo muttered, furrowing his brows.

Ling Emperor laughed coldly and said, "The Heavenly Emperor is the earliest and supreme deity, omnipotent. Before him, you and I are insignificant beings. Do you truly believe yourself invincible? You cannot even defeat me!"

Omnipotent and the most ancient deity?

Emperor Zhoumo furrowed his brows more tightly. Yet, faced with Ling Emperor’s provocation, he could not endure. With a roar, he charged at Ling Emperor.

The battle resumed.

Both were sworn to kill the other.

...

Billions of years later, Victorious Fighting Buddha, Yuwen Chengdu, and Lu Wu all achieved the Chaos Harmony Realm. Under Qin Jun’s decree, they stepped forth into prominence.

Even now, among the beings of Chaos, none had surpassed the Primordial Ancestor realm. Ling Emperor and Emperor Zhoumo frequently battled each other but were always unable to overcome one another, often fatigued and nearly falling prey to other beings vying to benefit from their conflict.

Qin Jun himself had still not transcended the Primordial Ancestor realm. For some reason, he felt that he faced some sort of barrier. Though his power steadily increased, his realm remained stagnant.

Meanwhile, the mythology system was beginning to take shape, as Qin Jun worked to integrate the Great Dao of Time and the Great Dao of Space into it.

As the two Great Daos of Time and Space merged, Qin Jun solidified and condensed them, creating thirty-six pearls imbued with the power of time and space—each about the size of a fist and entirely silver-white in color.

"Wait, these pearls seem oddly familiar..."

Qin Jun suddenly paused. Due to the passage of an immense length of time, even with his profound cultivation, he had to reflect carefully.

In moments, he recalled—were they not the pearls Su Emperor had once given him?