The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 299: The Submission of the Ancient Lamp

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: The Submission of the Ancient Lamp

Tock!

Qin Jun and his two companions landed in front of Black Flame City, and it was only when standing before the gates that they could truly appreciate the city’s grandeur, their eyes unable to see its limits when looking up.

"Who goes there? This is the forbidden ground of the Black Flame Sect, entry without permission is forbidden!"

A disciple on the city gate shouted sternly, as around a dozen bow-wielding disciples emerged from either side, ready to turn Qin Jun and his companions into sieves.

"We’re here to find someone, don’t make a move,"

Qin Jun raised his right hand over his head with a smile, simultaneously waggling his index finger. His frivolous gesture, however, ignited the fury of the disciples above the gate, and they immediately loosed their arrows.

Lei Zhenzi waved his hand and deflected the sharp arrows, then with a summoning gesture, a celestial thunder descended swiftly, striking the disciples before they could react, obliterating them to the point where not even their bones remained.

At the same time, Yuan Hong approached the city gate and kicked it down with a single blow, shaking the entire Black Flame City.

Thus, Qin Jun and his comrades walked into Black Flame City as if strolling through their own courtyard. They were met with a spacious corridor, a hundred meters wide and fifty meters high, with two rows of stone columns each two meters in diameter, which gave Qin Jun the curious illusion of being shrunk.

One after another, cultivators from the Black Flame Sect converged from around the area, most phasing through walls like specters.

"Who dares to burst into Black Flame City?"

A middle-aged cultivator with a fierce expression and strange black patterns tattooed on his face shouted fiercely.

The rest of the cultivators watched Qin Jun and his companions with tiger-like vigilance, but none dared to act rashly.

It took considerable backing to barge into Black Flame City so brazenly.

"We wish to find some people down below,"

Qin Jun stamped his foot with a chuckle. At this moment, the facial-patterned cultivator’s complexion suddenly changed, and he pointed at Qin Jun with a trembling voice, "You... you are... the Qin Emperor!"

Upon this declaration, the surrounding cultivators suddenly erupted into turmoil, retreating like a receding tide, all looking at him in terror.

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to why these cultivators recognized him.

Just as the facial-patterned cultivator was about to speak, an ancient lamp suddenly appeared before him, and with a slap, sent him flying. The rest of the cultivators hastened to half-kneel on the ground and shouted aloud, "We greet the Sect Master!"

Sect Master?

Qin Jun couldn’t help but scrutinize the ancient lamp, but since the lamp had switched bodies, he couldn’t recognize its true form, and since Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi hadn’t come out during the battle that day, they naturally did not recognize the ancient lamp either.

"I wonder whom the Qin Emperor is looking for," the ancient lamp inquired knowingly, his palms sweating from a mixture of hatred and fear, but his millennia of life had honed his ability to control his emotions to an art.

"People of the Abyss Sect. Your hatred with them is something you should be aware of, Sect Master," Qin Jun said with a narrowed smile, inferring from the lamp’s demeanor that it likely wouldn’t interfere with his mission.

It seemed that the downfall of the Four Divine Sect still commanded a considerable deterrent effect.

Qin Jun thought smugly, if he knew that this person before him had been the reinforcement summoned by the Beigong Ancestor during the conflict at the Nanzhuo Dynasty, he might not have been so self-satisfied.

"Since the Qin Emperor is looking for them, I shall lead the way," the ancient lamp replied with a gentle smile, acting as if he and Qin Jun were friends, yet his gaze flickered involuntarily toward Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi.

Thus, the group moved forward.

The unexpected smoothness of the journey prompted Qin Jun to be cautious, in case this was a trap laid by the ancient lamp.

After walking about four hundred meters, the ancient lamp led Qin Jun and the others to an oil lamp beside a wall, signaled a group of disciples from the Black Flame Sect, who quickly left with understanding.

The ancient lamp fumbled about on the wall, then suddenly pressed, and a stone door opened immediately.

"Interesting,"

Qin Jun murmured softly, and the ancient lamp responded with a polite smile, continuing down the staircase behind the stone door with the others.

The staircase, which was a narrow one-meter-wide spiral, led downwards.

Reaching the end, likely seventy to eighty meters below ground level, they arrived at a plaza illuminated by oil lamps around its perimeter, where a group of demon cultivators clad in red scorpion black robes were busily working away. Qin Jun’s gaze was instantly drawn to the centerpiece of the plaza: a transfer gate that was under construction.

"That’s it!"

Qin Jun’s eyes gleamed. If they could use this gate to reach the headquarters of the Abyss Sect, there might be hope of saving the Torch Dragon.

As Qin Jun and his party descended, a demon cultivator with a full beard and a middle-aged look approached with a smile, "Sect Master, what brings you here?"

His gaze subconsciously drifted over to Qin Jun and his companions, but he did not recognize Qin Jun, as they had been isolated from the world for a long time and were not updated on major sect affairs.

"Qin Emperor, feel free to look around, just don’t destroy my city," the ancient lamp said to Qin Jun with a smile, ignoring the bearded demon cultivator and vanishing from sight.

The bearded demon cultivator’s face changed color, catching the hint in the ancient lamp’s words. He nervously turned to Qin Jun and asked, "Who are you?"

No sooner were the words uttered, Yuan Hong appeared before him and kicked out. With a thud, the bearded demon cultivator smashed into a wall some dozen meters away, alarming the other demon cultivators into turning their gazes towards them.

"Who are you people!"

"How dare you!"

"Prepare for battle!"

Observing the panicked yet measured response of the Abyss Sect minions, a flicker of admiration passed through Qin Jun’s eyes, although this feeling of respect would not soften his heart.

"Lead us to the headquarters of the Abyss Sect, and I shall spare your lives,"

Qin Jun said with a teasing smile, already able to look down upon the Abyss Sect, a sensation he found quite thrilling.

Moreover, this transition had been swift, and he estimated that Daji and others in the kingdom would hardly believe it.

"No way!"

One of the demon cultivators immediately objected, but was quickly blasted into a pile of ash by a bolt of celestial thunder.

Meanwhile, before the stone door, the ancient lamp stood in silence, his face twisted in viciousness.

"Control your emotions,"

The voice of the Nether King Palace’s Mysterious Dream Demon Sovereign reached his ears, startling him so much that he quickly turned around to see her standing behind him.

"You’re insane, they’ll detect us!"

The ancient lamp transmitted his alarmed voice, afraid that Lei Zhenzi and Yuan Hong might notice his conversation.

"Rest assured, as long as they don’t stand before me, it’s impossible for them to detect my presence," the Mysterious Dream Demon Sovereign transmitted back with a chuckle.

Her tone paused, then continued with a meaningful undertone, "Remember the agreement you have with our Nether King Palace. If your Black Flame Sect wishes to break free from the restrictions of the Southern Domain Holy Dynasty, you’ll need our help."

With that, the Mysterious Dream Demon Sovereign vanished.

The ancient lamp’s expression darkened as he remained standing there; it was less of an agreement with the Mysterious Dream Demon Sovereign and more of a threat.

"The Nether King Palace..."

The mere mention of this name made the ancient lamp’s scalp tingle, more frightening than facing Qin Jun himself.

At the same time, down in the plaza, fourteen Abyss Sect demon cultivators had been killed, and the remaining ones were looking at Qin Jun and his party with palpable dread.

"You have ten breaths to decide whether you can take us to the headquarters of the Abyss Sect,"

Qin Jun declared sternly, "My patience is limited!"

At his words, the remaining Abyss Sect cultivators fell silent.

Life or dignity—it was a difficult choice to make.