The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1628: Calling the Gods

Chapter 1628: Chapter 1628: Calling the Gods

"What is the name of that divine entity?"

The Fallen Sword Emperor asked curiously, a trace of excitement gleaming in his eyes.

To have access to information on the most supreme powers of the Primordial, he naturally felt exhilarated, as though a door to a new world had been opened before him.

"The First Emperor of the Nine Palaces!"

The Nine Palaces Supreme spoke fervently, as if he were speaking of his own faith.

The Fallen Sword Emperor silently committed the name to memory, his mind brimming with endless imagination—just how powerful could the god who created all of Primordial be?

He himself aspired to be the strongest swordmaster, and now his heart burned with unyielding flames.

As for the Heavenly Emperor, he bore no hatred toward him. If it weren’t for the Nine Palaces Supreme coercing him, he wouldn’t have come along.

But now, he suddenly felt his decision was correct.

"Heh, heh, heh—"

Suddenly, a strange and sinister laugh echoed from ahead, startling the Nine Palaces Supreme and the Fallen Sword Emperor, who hastily stopped and scanned their surroundings nervously.

From the eastern side, a massive, blood-red figure emerged, resembling a humanoid lizard draped in white bone armor, vicious and cruel, diving toward the Nine Palaces Supreme and the Fallen Sword Emperor as if hunting prey.

Its aura reached the Primordial Ancestor realm within the Primordial, a level that, under normal circumstances, the Nine Palaces Supreme wouldn’t have taken seriously. But now, it nearly scared him out of his wits.

"Run!"

The Nine Palaces Supreme shouted and immediately fled; though he was only a Primordial Spirit now, his speed far exceeded that of the Fallen Sword Emperor.

The Fallen Sword Emperor quickly fell behind as the white-armored lizard opened its bloodthirsty jaws, smashing through hundreds of stars in its path, intent on swallowing him whole.

"It’s over..."

Despair consumed the Fallen Sword Emperor. Even without turning around, he could feel the soul-chilling killing intent bearing down on him, an icy sensation rushing from his feet to his crown.

Whoosh—

A streak of sword light flashed over, radiant as the first beam of Primordial light upon creation, forcing the Fallen Sword Emperor to instinctively close his eyes.

"Roar—"

The white-armored lizard let out a pained howl that rang in his ears, leaving him dizzy and nearly unconscious.

"It’s you!"

A voice of joyful surprise from the Nine Palaces Supreme reached him, prompting the Fallen Sword Emperor to open his eyes.

...

Qin Jun and his followers arrived at an entrance to the Ancient Holy Emperor Realm, preparing to return to the Great Qin Heavenly Court.

"Alright, it’s time for you all to disperse."

Seated upon the Supreme Nine-Dragon Throne, Qin Jun spoke, causing the gathered million souls behind him to stir restlessly.

They had followed him all this way, hoping to pledge their allegiance to Qin Jun. Having been suppressed by the Chaos God Lord for countless ages, they had gained clarity—without a strong enough patron, they would face the same fate again in the future.

Moreover, Qin Jun was a being even the Extreme Emperor couldn’t defeat.

Such a formidable figure... missing this chance would lead to a lifetime of regret.

"Your Majesty, Heavenly Emperor! Please take us in! We vow to serve you faithfully until death!"

An elderly man called out loudly, even though he was nothing but a soul, boldly seeking a chance for himself.

"That’s right! Heavenly Emperor, please take us in!"

"Although we are in dire straits now, we will certainly serve you well in the future!"

"Yes! I will bring my entire clan under your banner!"

"If the Heavenly Emperor accepts me, my soul is yours to command!"

The million souls all spoke up, but Qin Jun remained unmoved.

Though their joining might benefit the Great Qin Heavenly Court, Qin Jun had no intention of spending time and resources on them.

The Great Qin Heavenly Court did not need their assistance to grow stronger.

"Your Majesty... take them in... Though they, like me, were all captives of the Cloud Palace under the Chaos God Lord, they each possess unique skills and histories. The Chaos God Lord never sent worthless souls to the Endless Void Prison," Cundi couldn’t help but speak.

Qin Jun glanced at him—was this fool trying to flatter himself?

Suppressed, yet deemed honor-worthy?

"Fine, bring them along."

Qin Jun huffed. Restoring the bodies of the million souls was not a difficult task and could be delegated to other Creation Grand Supreme beings.

Upon hearing this, the million souls erupted in cheers, shouting in jubilation.

Just then, an icy wind swept down the Seven-Colored Star Path, bone-chilling and soul-penetrating, accompanied faintly by ghostly wails and howls.

Frowning, Qin Jun looked toward the end of the star path, where billowing demonic energy surged, forming an immense black fog. Within the fog floated countless millions of dried corpses, with twenty-four wooden coffins leading the way.

Zhenghua Evil Buddha!

Could it be that he had already resurrected Emperor Zhoumo?

Qin Jun frowned at the thought. Emperor Zhoumo, the Primordial’s first demon, had been a rival of the Ling Emperor. After countless ages, who knew how strong he had grown.

Though Qin Jun did not fear him, he felt something strange brewing.

Why had the Ling Emperor, Emperor Zhoumo, and Zhenghua Evil Buddha appeared in rapid succession?

During his stay in the Primordial Realm, he discovered these figures had become mythical legends long ago, and now all of a sudden, they emerged in overlapping timelines—a definite anomaly.

The Su Emperor had once mentioned that the Primordial Great Tribulation was imminent.

Who were the Five Sons of Primordial?

Qin Jun pondered deeply, his intuition telling him that the current Primordial hierarchy was skewed.

Most crucially, apart from Wuming, he hadn’t encountered any other Primordial divine entities. As a Primordial divine being, shouldn’t he be perceptible to their presence? During his battles with the Blood Bat Clan’s Old Ancestor, Emperor Qiutian, the Chaos Divine Sovereign, and the Extreme Emperor, his energy had clearly been exposed.

Further reflecting on the abnormalities of Taiyi Chaos, Qin Jun suddenly wondered if there might be another terrifying existence orchestrating everything behind the scenes.

"It shouldn’t be... During the Primordial Origin era, there was only me."

The more Qin Jun thought, the eerier it seemed. Though he hadn’t noticed before, witnessing Zhenghua Evil Buddha and Emperor Zhoumo journeying into the Primordial Realm now left him feeling this was no coincidence.

And what of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Yuwen Chengdu, and Lu Wu? Where could they be?

Why was there no news of them within the Primordial?

As Qin Jun mulled over these thoughts, Zhenghua Evil Buddha approached, his demonic fog drawing closer by the moment.

"Twenty-four coffins... Could it be..."

"Impossible... Isn’t that the legendary Evil Buddha?"

"If the Ling Emperor has appeared, what harm is there in Zhenghua Evil Buddha’s emergence?"

"And what is that demonic energy?"

The gathered souls grew increasingly anxious, though Qin Jun’s presence before them kept them from fleeing in panic.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Lv Bu said solemnly. He could feel Zhenghua Evil Buddha’s aura was unfathomable, and the demonic fog seemed to conceal a peerless devil.

Even as the Demon Ancestor, Luo Hou, he felt a chill of dread.

Xue Rengui, Bai Qi, Sun Wukong, and Mo Jingcang also grew tense. Though this wasn’t their first encounter with Zhenghua Evil Buddha, the current circumstances were far more terrifying, especially with the demonic fog he carried—it seemed capable of devouring both Primordial and Chaos.

"Primordial divides into three thousand paths, with only Zhenghua being beyond fate!"

Zhenghua Evil Buddha’s voice echoed once more, causing those with physical bodies to feel their scalps tingle.

Qin Jun smirked—is it possible for him to say something new?

The same line repeated endlessly... Doesn’t he tire of it?

"So many souls... This Emperor shall feast!"

Another voice, chilling and sinister, resonated—far more terrifying than Zhenghua Evil Buddha’s.

Qin Jun grinned—so it truly was Emperor Zhoumo!

Although Qin Jun hadn’t met Emperor Zhoumo during the Primordial Origin era, he had always kept his gaze fixed upon him. As such, he was intimately familiar with Emperor Zhoumo’s voice.