The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1601: Mysterious Zhenghua [5th Update]

Chapter 1601: Chapter 1601: Mysterious Zhenghua [5th Update]

"Ding! Initiating the resurrection of God and Demon Ren Woxiao!"

The system prompt sounded, and Qin Jun patiently waited.

Ren Woxiao had sacrificed himself for Qin Jun and the Mythology System, so naturally, Qin Jun had to resurrect him.

However, Qin Jun was very curious—after countless eons, why was Ren Woxiao’s cultivation only at the Primordial Ancestor Realm of Chaos?

It was certainly impossible!

"Ding! Ji Haoye has successfully become a God and Demon. Would you like to release him?"

"Not for now."

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully resurrecting God and Demon Ren Woxiao! Would you like to release him?"

"Release."

Qin Jun immediately ordered, "Pull up Ren Woxiao’s attribute list!"

"Ren Woxiao, originating from unknown mythology!"

"Identity: God of Origin!"

"Cultivation: Late Primordial Ancestor Realm of Chaos!"

"Cultivation Method: Eternal Sacred Physique! Origin Divine Technique!"

"Divine Power: Extinction Divine Blade! Chaos Domination Palm! Shout to Break the Cosmos! Control Yin and Yang! Universe Wují Kick! Wují No-Life!"

"Loyalty: 100!"

Late Primordial Ancestor Realm of Chaos?

Qin Jun frowned, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

At that moment, a figure appeared before him with a charming demeanor, clad in flowing white robes—it was Ren Woxiao.

Still as debonair and carefree as ever, his expression was composed, seemingly unsurprised by his resurrection. He glanced at his hands, then raised his head and smiled at Qin Jun, saying, "At least you still have a conscience, kid."

From this sentence, it could be deduced that he had long known about the Mythology System’s resurrection capabilities.

"What did you just call me?"

Qin Jun picked up his teacup, blowing gently on the steaming liquid, and casually asked.

"Kid, what’s the matter?"

Ren Woxiao raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile, his expression full of provocation and mockery.

"Hmm?"

Qin Jun cast a glance at him—a glance devoid of killing intent or oppressive force—but it rendered Ren Woxiao speechless.

That gaze...

Ren Woxiao was shaken. His usually calm eyes flickered with peculiar brilliance, and his entire body trembled.

"It’s... you..." Ren Woxiao swallowed hard, his voice quivering, revealing the depth of his inner turmoil.

"Indeed, it is I. And yet, during the time that I had not recovered my memory, you dared to call me ’kid’?" Qin Jun set down his wine cup, feigning anger as he asked.

Terrified, Ren Woxiao hastily knelt down—not out of fear but overflowing with excitement—and said, "Father God! You’ve finally returned!"

Qin Jun had created the Seven Gods of Primordial Origin, of which Ren Woxiao was akin to an extension of Qin Jun himself. However, owing to split souls, back in the era of Primordial Origin, they had referred to Qin Jun as Father God.

"Rise quickly! Why are you so weak?"

Qin Jun asked irritably, upon which Ren Woxiao rose and chuckled, saying, "I had no choice; I was evading the attention of other Gods of Origin. This is merely my split body—I sealed my main body and transferred my soul to this form so the other gods couldn’t detect me, thus hiding my true self. Once I unblock my main body, my full power will be restored."

As he spoke, he couldn’t stop scrutinizing Qin Jun. His current cultivation matched Qin Jun’s last recorded one, but his aura was incomparably terrifying.

No wonder he was the Father God—still unfathomable.

"Why would you hide from them?"

Qin Jun frowned, sensing that discord lingered among the Gods of Origin during his absence.

Ren Woxiao began explaining, recounting everything that transpired after Qin Jun departed—startling secrets about the Primordial Chaos.

...

Amid the Seven-Colored Astral Path.

Twenty-four wooden coffins drifted silently forward, followed by billions of corpses, flying in formation so grand it made one’s scalp tingle.

If you looked closely, you’d find that these corpses included members of the Nether Bug Clan, Blood Bat Clan, Human Clan, and Devil Clan—all dead miserably, eyes unclosed, reduced to dry husks—utterly horrifying.

"The Primordial Chaos split into three thousand paths... only my true Hua Wuming remains..."

A faint and ancient voice echoed once again. Thankfully, no living beings were traversing the Seven-Colored Astral Path at the moment, or they would surely die of fright.

Every incense stick’s worth of time, this archaic voice repeated, "The Primordial Chaos split into three thousand paths... only my true Hua Wuming remains..."

The twenty-four wooden coffins continued drifting aimlessly forward, their destination unknown.

Meanwhile, hundreds of billions of miles away.

The Nine Palaces Supreme Primordial Spirit flew with the Fallen Sword Emperor, his face full of fury and a trace of deeply concealed fear.

"Where exactly are we heading?"

The Fallen Sword Emperor asked, unaware that the Nine Palaces Supreme had been defeated by Qin Jun, merely focused on cultivation when he was suddenly brought to the Seven-Colored Astral Path.

"To the Primordial Chaos!"

The Nine Palaces Supreme answered without turning back, causing the Fallen Sword Emperor’s eyes to widen.

"To the Primordial Chaos... why?"

The Fallen Sword Emperor’s body trembled slightly, knowing that venturing there at his current cultivation was tantamount to courting disaster.

"To find the gods! The true gods!"

The Nine Palaces Supreme gritted his teeth in response, and as the words left his lips, he abruptly halted.

The Fallen Sword Emperor was startled and followed the Nine Palaces Supreme’s gaze, only to see twenty-four wooden coffins accompanied by billions of corpses flying toward them.

"What is that..." The Fallen Sword Emperor asked, feeling chills down his spine. They were already far removed from the countless vast domains of the Ancient Sacred Emperor Path, making him uneasy.

"Wait a moment!"

The Nine Palaces Supreme suddenly thought of something terrifying, his face undergoing a drastic change.

The Fallen Sword Emperor cautiously inquired, "What exactly is going on?"

"How could it be... how could he arise... impossible..." The Nine Palaces Supreme uttered, horrified.

Then, the ancient voice echoed again: "The Primordial Chaos split into three thousand paths... only my true Hua Wuming remains..."

Hua Wuming!

The Nine Palaces Supreme’s eyes widened in terror as he turned and fled with the Fallen Sword Emperor, crashing into the wall of spacetime and vanishing into endless darkness.

Not even the Su Emperor had provoked such a desperate escape from the Nine Palaces Supreme.

The twenty-four coffins remained unchanged, steadily advancing.

The billions of dried corpses behind them, though silent in their death, made the Seven-Colored Astral Path eerie, as though malevolent spirits were rampaging.

...

Within the courtyard of the Six Emperors City.

"Why has Taiyi become your enemy? Does he wish to dominate the Primordial Chaos alone?"

Qin Jun furrowed his brows, puzzled, as his impression of Taiyi Chaos had always been that of a relatively honest and straightforward figure among the Origin Six Gods. Why had he drastically changed?

"Precisely. He wishes Chaos to replace the Primordial Chaos. His ambition is too grand; he’s nearly slaughtered all intelligent beings within the Primordial Chaos. Fortunately, the rest of us united to stop him, and that’s how the current situation—where Chaos and Primordial Chaos coexist—was formed," Ren Woxiao explained, sitting beside him.

Speaking of Taiyi Chaos, his eyes glimmered coldly.

"Are the other Primordial Chaos gods doing alright?"

"They’re fine; all of them are in isolation near the boundaries of the Primordial Chaos, not daring to re-enter."

"What about Victorious Fighting Buddha, Lu Wu, Yuwen Chengdu?"

"Not certain, but they didn’t perish in the Great Tribulation of the Primordial Chaos."

With that reassurance, Qin Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn’t expected the origin of Chaos to be so complex.

Why had Taiyi Chaos undergone such a drastic change?

Qin Jun couldn’t shake the feeling that some unseen force was orchestrating everything.

...

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