The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1593: Founding of Mythology [4th Update]

Chapter 1593: Chapter 1593: Founding of Mythology [4th Update]

Bloodstains adorned the golden chainmail, while the red cape stretched like blazing flames for billions of miles. Victorious Fighting Buddha strolled through the Primordial realm, his monkey fur fluttering, his expression calm, resembling an Invincible Monarch reigning supreme in the void.

At present, his cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Great Detachment Realm within the Primordial, yet his strength was unmatched even against others of the Great Detachment Realm. Unless the divine beings of the Primordial came forth, no one could rival him.

Even Ling Emperor and Emperor Zhoumo!

Suddenly, a wooden coffin flew in from the front. Its speed seemed slow but surged across trillions of miles in an instant, imbued with profound mysteries, and it was about to collide with Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Victorious Fighting Buddha squinted his eyes, single-handedly raising his golden cudgel and thrusting it forward. The golden cudgel instantly enlarged, crashing against the wooden coffin with a resounding boom.

To Victorious Fighting Buddha’s astonishment, the wooden coffin was not shattered by the golden cudgel.

His golden cudgel had been tempered with Primordial purple energy, a weapon of unparalleled might. Even the Primordial beings at the Great Detachment Realm might not withstand its terrifying weight.

"Interesting."

Victorious Fighting Buddha chuckled softly and immediately withdrew the cudgel, flying toward the wooden coffin.

Soon, he arrived before the wooden coffin and opened it, his eyes widening instantly, for inside lay two infants.

Upon seeing Victorious Fighting Buddha, the two infants immediately burst into loud cries.

"Newborn Primordial beings?"

Victorious Fighting Buddha muttered in confusion. This wooden coffin had incredibly strong defenses, likely the companion treasure of the two infants, indicating their extraordinary origins.

"Hmm? The aura of this infant seems unusual..."

"Is this demon energy?"

"Demons in the Primordial realm?"

Victorious Fighting Buddha stared at one of the infants with astonishment.

The infant on the left had crimson skin, while the one on the right had fair, tender skin. The one emitting demon energy was the fair-skinned infant on the right.

The aura of Primordial beings was impeccably pure; even Emperor Zhoumo’s demonic energy was far more potent and untainted than that of future demons. Yet demons had never appeared, and Victorious Fighting Buddha was no longer a demon but a Buddha.

Out of curiosity, Victorious Fighting Buddha closed the wooden coffin, intending to take the two infants away.

Just then, the space in front of him split open, and a massive hand stretched forth, sweeping through the void. The fair-skinned infant emitting demon energy flew out of the wooden coffin and into the giant hand, which then withdrew into the spatial rift and vanished.

Everything happened too fast; even Victorious Fighting Buddha could only lift his cudgel in response.

"Who was that just now..."

Victorious Fighting Buddha broke out in a cold sweat. The other party was immensely powerful—had they attacked him, he would have been doomed.

Could such an overwhelming being exist within the Primordial realm?

He instinctively looked upward, gazing toward the supreme heights.

...

Primordial Origin Space.

Qin Jun sat upon the supreme divine throne, cradling the fair-skinned infant in his arms, teasing him with a hand. The infant, who had been wailing moments ago, now chuckled gleefully.

"Little one, at last, I’ve found you."

Qin Jun’s face twisted into an enigmatic smile, his gaze at the infant filled with profound meaning.

The origins of this infant were monumental. Upon learning his identity, Qin Jun had first been shocked, then amazed, and finally entertained.

He raised his right hand and sealed the infant with divine power, freezing him within crystalline ice formed by the Origin energy itself—an immeasurable boon for the infant.

Only with Origin energy can one become an Origin God.

At the same level of cultivation, disregarding strategies, Primordial beings could never rival the six supreme beings of the Origin realm, such is the potency of Origin energy.

Moreover, the Origin energy within Qin Jun was vastly superior to the combined power of the six supreme beings of the Origin realm—a boundless ocean compared to tiny streams, a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

Then, Qin Jun tossed the infant outward, allowing him to hover behind the supreme divine throne, while he resumed his focus on creating the mythology system.

Time continued to flow.

Conflicts within the Primordial realm grew ever more intense. As restrictions on cultivation diminished, increasing numbers of beings reached the peak of the Great Detachment Realm, shaking the untouchable thrones of Ling Emperor, Emperor Zhoumo, and Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Overall, in single combat, Ling Emperor, Victorious Fighting Buddha, and Emperor Zhoumo remained unbeaten by anyone—not even by each other.

On this day, Taiyi Chaos and Ren Wo Xiao gathered together.

"Alas, we’re the only ones who haven’t attained the rank of Tai Void Creators." Taiyi Chaos remarked with a bitter smile.

Hearing this, Ren Wo Xiao’s mood also sank. Frustrated, he said, "Why is it that we can’t uncover the purpose of our existence?"

Taiyi Chaos, equally puzzled, could not offer an answer.

At that moment, a voice sounded beside Ren Wo Xiao’s ear: "Come to me."

Ren Wo Xiao’s eyes widened in surprise, his face filled with doubt.

"What’s wrong?" Taiyi Chaos asked curiously.

"Father God summoned me," Ren Wo Xiao hesitantly replied.

"Only you?"

"Yes."

Taiyi Chaos frowned, a vague unease stirring in his heart.

Ren Wo Xiao did not linger on the matter, bidding farewell to Taiyi Chaos and heading toward the Primordial Origin Space.

...

Primordial Origin Space.

Qin Jun radiated golden light, exuding inviolable divinity. At last, he had attained the rank of Tai Void Creator!

His strength remained vastly superior to his realm!

He achieved this rank by successfully creating the mythology system.

It appeared that to become a Tai Void Creator, one must create something of monumental significance.

Ren Wo Xiao appeared before Qin Jun, dropping to his knees and solemnly asking, "I greet Father God."

"Hmm. I summoned you to assign you a task!"

Qin Jun spoke directly. The mythology system he had just created required extensive development to be perfected—this included collecting treasures, rare resources, divine beings, and demons.

He had no desire to handle these matters personally, as they were too time-consuming. He decided to entrust them to Ren Wo Xiao, which might even enable him to reach the rank of Tai Void Creator.

"What task?" Ren Wo Xiao asked in confusion. Since Qin Jun had created them countless eras ago, he had never given them directives.

"You’ve been questioning your purpose—take this!" Qin Jun said with a chuckle. As he spoke, a radiant beam shot from the center of his brow and struck Ren Wo Xiao’s forehead.

Boom!

A vast surge of memories exploded in Ren Wo Xiao’s mind, leaving him dazed.

Qin Jun reclined within the supreme divine throne, resting as he awaited Ren Wo Xiao to accept the mythology system. His gaze at Ren Wo Xiao grew increasingly meaningful.

No wonder Ren Wo Xiao was so powerful—it turned out he was the mythology system’s first host.

Not long afterward.

Ren Wo Xiao opened his eyes, filled with awe and admiration, and exclaimed, "Father God possesses incredible means."

The mythology system was a concept beyond anything Ren Wo Xiao had previously conceived. If truly refined further, it would be absolutely invincible.

"Why doesn’t Father God use it himself?" Ren Wo Xiao questioned. During the process of collecting divine beings and demons for the mythology system, the host would also receive significant benefits.

"Once you complete the mythology system, you will receive great fortune. At that time, returning it to me will benefit us both, won’t it?" Qin Jun replied with a wave and a smile.

Hearing this, Ren Wo Xiao was deeply moved. He did not forget Taiyi Chaos, however, and thus asked, "What of Taiyi?"

"He has his own destiny—don’t fret. His fortune is no lesser than that of the Primordial realm itself; concern for him is unnecessary."

Qin Jun replied softly, his gaze brimming with profound meaning.