The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 392: Qin Emperor Realm【Fourth Update】

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Qin Emperor Realm【Fourth Update】

Standing before Qin Jun was a towering figure with a lion’s face and a human body, cloaked in yellow armor, exuding a Mount Tai-like sense of stability and might.

The legendary Nine-spirit Primordial Saint!

Qin Jun fought back his excitement and said, "Nine-spirit Primordial Saint, you’ve finally come. I’ve waited for you so long that the flowers have withered."

Hearing this, the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint laughed and said, "I was delayed by some matters on the way."

As soon as the words ended, he knelt on one knee, cupped his hands with a smile, and said, "I pay homage to Your Majesty."

He did not prostrate himself because his strength far surpassed Qin Jun’s, and his pride was not easily set aside, but his willingness to kneel showed his recognition of Qin Jun.

Qin Jun hurriedly helped him to stand, while Nezha and the others also descended, each of them still warily watching the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint.

They had no choice, he was too powerful, so powerful that none of them dared to let their guard down.

Even the usually composed Chang’e furrowed her brows as she sized up the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint, curious as to why such a formidable demon would pledge allegiance to Qin Jun.

The others felt the same.

Old Man Yi was perhaps the most horrified, thinking to himself, "Could this all be the Celestial Court’s arrangement, aiming for a comeback?"

With the Wheel of Fate within him, and the lingering soul of Ji Yongsheng attached, it was clear that Qin Jun was a successor of the ancient Celestial Court. He had continually recruited beings far stronger than him, which certainly had a reason behind it.

Apart from the Celestial Court, Old Man Yi truly could not think of any other colossal entity behind it all.

Old Man Yi vowed in his heart never again to test Qin Jun and instead find a way to build a good relationship with him.

This was a leg to cling to!

"With the help of the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint, who can stop me at the Heavenly Convention?"

Qin Jun spread his arms wide and laughed uproariously toward the sky, radiating sheer arrogance, much to the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint’s liking.

His words unquestionably placed the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint in the position of the strongest among his followers.

Though Nezha and the others had made great contributions, none of them were confident about defeating the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint, which left them all in silence.

The pressure was immense!

Nezha and King Huang Feng exchanged a glance, both sporting a wry smile.

They had originally seen each other as rivals, only for the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint to suddenly appear and overshadow them both, leading to their understandable frustration.

However, from the perspective of Great Qin, they were rather pleased. At least they felt a greater sense of security.

"Arrange a banquet! A banquet for the entire city!"

Qin Jun roared with laughter, and at the same moment, all of Guarding Slaughter City was abuzz with talk of the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint.

"My heavens! Was that a portent just now?"

"A nine-headed giant lion, could it be a great figure from the Demon Clan?"

"That’s terrifying, just its gaze made me shiver from head to toe..."

"Another coming to pay homage to the Qin Emperor?"

"No, this must be spread, the Qin Emperor has another powerful warrior under him!"

The cultivators buzzed with discussion, especially the spies from other factions, who were becoming restless.

Suddenly, the news of the Nine-Headed Lion Monster pledging loyalty to the Qin Emperor spread. But since the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint had not acted, the various factions were unable to gauge his strength.

That day, the entire Guarding Slaughter City was exceedingly lively.

Everyone was talking about the name of the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint.

Without any notable achievements, yet highly esteemed by the Qin Emperor, it showed that the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint was decisively powerful.

The addition of the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint gave Qin Jun even more confidence.

In the following days, Qin Jun sought advice from the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint every day, knowing that the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint had many disciples and grand-disciples in "Journey to the West," indicating he had an interest in teaching.

The Nine-spirit Primordial Saint was quite generous. He was patient with Qin Jun’s requests for guidance and, even when facing Nezha and the others, he did not put on airs, quickly winning many people’s favor.

Of course, there were those who were not convinced, like the hot-headed Li Yuanba, who always sought to spar with the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint and was virtually always instantly defeated.

Whether the Giant Bird or the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint was stronger was one of the perennial hot topics in "Journey to the West." Unfortunately, because Li Yuanba had not reached the Giant Bird’s peak state, he lost face for the Giant Bird.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun dispatched the Heavenly Troops into the minor world, and had people start building a royal palace. At the same time, the minor world was renamed to the Qin Emperor Realm!

On the fifth day since the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint’s allegiance, Qin Jun and his trusted followers moved into the Qin Emperor Realm, where they practised cultivation. The spiritual energy there was more than a hundredfold richer than the outside world, an allure irresistible to anyone pursuing cultivation.

After another four or five days, Qin Jun would set out for the Celestial Court.

That day, Qin Jun took Nezha and the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint to the forbidden area of the Qin Emperor Realm, the place where even Nezha could not break through the restrictions.

This place was a mountain that soared a kilometer high, standing like a mighty sword thrust into the earth.

Qin Jun stood at the entrance at the foot of the mountain, deep in thought.

The entrance was ten meters high and five meters wide, clearly not naturally formed.

"There’s a formidable guy hidden inside," said the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint, his eyes narrowed.

At that, Qin Jun’s eyelid twitched. Damn, was there really a hidden big shot inside?

"You aren’t confident you can beat him?" Qin Jun asked with a frown. If that was truly the case, he would rather wisely retreat than to go inside seeking death.

"I only said he’s fierce, not that he’s fiercer than me," the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint confidently replied.

One shouldn’t be fooled by his stature as a peak Tai Yi Golden Immortal; he was an anomaly capable of overcoming those higher.

Qin Jun breathed a sigh of relief, while Nezha looked at the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint with a complex expression. He couldn’t even discern what lay within, but the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint could sense what was hidden inside and gauge its power.

The vast gulf between them left him feeling distressed.

Just two months after pledging himself to Qin Jun, how had he fallen from the position of the strongest?

He swore to find a way to become stronger.

"Hurry and break the restriction!" said Qin Jun, eager to proceed.

Only by removing this element of instability would the Qin Emperor Realm be truly secure.

The Nine-spirit Primordial Saint nodded, stepped forward to the entrance, and swung his right hand. With a boom, an invisible barrier in front of the entrance shattered, and a fierce wind arose, forcing Qin Jun to shield his face with his hands.

Then, a ferocious oppressive force swept out from within the cave.

"Hahaha! The restriction is broken! I am free at last!"

A voice, wild and haughty, echoed forth, as if there was nothing in heaven and earth that could constrain him any longer.

"Hmph!"

The Nine-spirit Primordial Saint snorted coldly, cutting off the laughter within the cave abruptly.

He then stepped forward into the cave, with Qin Jun and Nezha quickly following behind.

Qin Jun was determined to see who was confined within and to learn about the origins of the Qin Emperor Realm.

The tunnel was dark, winding, and long. They moved quickly, and just upon entering, the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint vanished into thin air—probably having reached the bottom of the cave, intending to prevent the mysterious being from escaping.

Rumble, rumble—

The whole mountain suddenly began to tremble, causing Qin Jun’s heart to race, fearing the collapse of the mountain that might crush him to death.

"They’ve started fighting!"

Nezha solemnly declared, his eyes filled with dread. The aura of battle emanating from the Nine-spirit Primordial Saint and the mysterious entity sent shivers down his spine.

Qin Jun hurried forward, but not at full speed, lest he be caught in the crossfire by accident.

Soon, the trembling stopped, and everything quieted down; the battle seemed to last only for a few seconds.