The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 397: Domain-Level Event

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Domain-Level Event

Time flitted by, and five days passed in a flash.

On this day, Qin Jun set off to attend the Heavenly Convention. In front of Yuguan City, Qin Jun’s confidants all came to see him off, with Daji and You Fenghuang clinging on to him, reluctant to part.

Qin Jun, Chang’e, the Nine Spirit Prime Saint, and Old Man Yi stood before the crowd, while Nezha watched them with a displeased expression on his face.

The original plan had been for Nezha to accompany Qin Jun, but the arrival of the Nine Spirit Prime Saint and Tianjue changed the plan.

The Nine Spirit Prime Saint was at the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal Realm. With him present, Qin Jun’s safety was even more assured. Tianjue possessed the strength at the sixth level of the Golden Immortal Realm. Even though he had already sworn fealty to Qin Jun, it was necessary to leave behind a restraining force just in case. Nezha, coupled with King Huang Feng, would definitely manage to easily suppress Tianjue and even prepare for an invasion by the Demon King of Bull.

"You must be careful on this journey,"

Daji said, holding onto Qin Jun’s hand, her face a mix of worry and reluctance. You Fenghuang wore a similar expression.

After all, Qin Jun was heading to the Sacred Dynasty, about which their understanding was confined to legends.

"Don’t worry, just wait to hear about my glory from the mouths of countless people!" Qin Jun said with a smile, stirring everyone’s blood to a boil.

Li Yuanba clamored, "Your Majesty, take me with you. My dual hammers are really powerful!"

"Pfft, better to take me, who can withstand my Samadhi Real Fire?" Red Boy followed, shouting boastfully.

Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi wore faces full of sighs. Once, they had followed Qin Jun to battle on all fronts, and now they could only stay behind to defend Great Qin.

It wasn’t just them—many others, Gods and Demons alike, felt the same. Most had once been the right-hand men of Qin Jun, and now they had been left behind, leaving them with mixed emotions.

The Eight Immortals, standing behind Evening Star, had complex expressions. Qin Jun had numerous powerful followers. Although they also held high positions, they were not considered the peak. They could only swear to serve Qin Jun diligently and reshape his impression of them.

Prior to this, Qin Jun had already formulated a conquest plan for the kingdom, with one requirement: the captured emperor of the kingdom must be left alive!

"Alright, it’s time to depart!"

Qin Jun waved and smiled, ready to leave. As he turned around, he suddenly noticed Wang Xue behind Daji hesitating to speak. He couldn’t help but tilt his head and smile, "Miss Wang, when I return, it will be the time to take you as my consort. You should prepare yourself."

If it had been any other time, Wang Xue surely would have blushed, but not now. Her silver hair fluttered in the wind, and her stunning face was full of concern. She bit her lip gently and said, "As long as Your Majesty returns safely, I am willing to serve Your Majesty."

Qin Jun was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to agree.

Wang Xue’s views on love were somewhat modern. She yearned for the love of a man who would love only her. This was a significant reason why she had been avoiding Qin Jun, even though her father, Wang Yan, had been advising her, she hadn’t agreed.

But this time, she let go of the misgivings in her heart. The reason, of course, was that Qin Jun’s journey was too dangerous. Outsiders laughed, saying the Qin Emperor was courting death, and if he were to go to the Sacred Dynasty, he would undoubtedly perish.

Knowing that there were tigers in the mountain, he inclined toward the mountain full of tigers!

Qin Jun threw Wang Xue a smiling glance and then sprang up, with Chang’e, the Nine Spirit Prime Saint, and Old Man Yi closely following him.

The Nine Spirit Prime Saint gestured with his right hand, and a demonic wind struck, instantly enveloping him and the three others. With a whoosh, they vanished from everyone’s sight.

"I hope His Majesty returns safely," Liu Bowen sighed.

Evening Star stroked his beard and smiled, "What are you all worrying about? I’ve calculated His Majesty’s fate, and this journey is not a disaster but an opportunity!"

Neither Zhuge Liang nor Liu Bowen, both versed in divination, were a match for Evening Star. They couldn’t calculate Qin Jun’s fate, so when they heard Evening Star’s words, they were somewhat surprised. Although Evening Star’s cultivation was only at the Immortal Realm, his divination skills were exceedingly formidable.

The crowd was reassured by Evening Star’s words, and when they thought about the Nine Spirit Prime Saint’s power, even the plotting and scheming of the Sacred Dynasty would prove futile, let alone the fact that Qin Jun always had cards up his sleeve.

...

Within the demonic wind, Qin Jun twisted his neck, his face full of anticipation.

The jade slip sent by the envoy of the Sacred Dynasty had detailed how to reach it, stating that within an endless forest lay the portal to the Sacred Dynasty, which existed somewhere above the Southern Domain, much like a small world within the world. If one did not use this portal, it would be impossible to enter the Sacred Dynasty.

The jade slip also contained records about the Heavenly Convention.

This so-called Heavenly Convention was an event of regional significance, occurring once every hundred years.

By ’regional,’ it meant that not only the Southern Domain but talents from all domains would come to observe the stars beyond the heavens. The exact nature of the event was unknown to Qin Jun, but what he did know was that the significance of the Heavenly Convention was immense, and only top-level talents could take part.

The rewards of the Heavenly Convention were extremely generous. Of course, for Qin Jun, who had already decided to oppose the Sacred Emperor, it was not worth mentioning.

What he cared about was the process of the Heavenly Convention. Reportedly, every genius who participated in the Heavenly Convention made unimaginable gains, and after the event, they all grew significantly stronger, making the Heavenly Convention a much-coveted event for the Sacred Dynasty and major powers of the Southern Domain.

Once every hundred years, and only for geniuses—it’s no exaggeration to say that each person has only one chance in their lifetime, and even then, they must first emerge from countless contenders.

Qin Jun’s knowledge of the Heavenly Convention was limited to this, and he would have to wait until he entered the Sacred Dynasty to learn more.

"Your Majesty, are you thinking about the matter of taking a consort, smiling so happily?" Chang’e suddenly broke the silence, her voice as cool as ever, prompting a surprised reaction from Qin Jun.

Oh?

Are you jealous?

Qin Jun blinked, then replied seriously, "How could that be the case? I am the Emperor for all eternity; how could I be lost in the pleasures of the flesh?"

Unfortunately, Chang’e did not respond, merely gazing at him, her eyes as tranquil as a still lake.

Qin Jun felt guilty under her gaze.

Shoot!

I wasn’t even thinking about taking a consort, so why do I feel guilty?

Qin Jun calmed himself, locking eyes with Chang’e once more, the pair silently regarding each other, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

"Hey, hey, hey! There are others around, you two shouldn’t do this, it’s broad daylight!"

Old Man Yi timely broke the awkward silence, his face sporting a strange smile that looked so annoyingly punchable.

The Nine Spirit Prime Saint continued to rest with his eyes closed, confident in finding the direction without sight. With the speed of his demonic wind, they would reach the portal to the Sacred Dynasty by half a day.

*Cough, cough.*

Qin Jun cleared his throat and looked away.

Perhaps it was the gap in cultivation or something else, but when he locked eyes with Chang’e, Qin Jun’s heart uncontrollably raced.

He then took out the Thousand Faces Mask out of boredom and started fiddling with it. The Thousand Faces Mask, like a sleek white silk cloth, could be adhered to the face to change one’s appearance at will.

Considering it, his recent random draws had been rather disappointing; the last one he got when he found Chang’e was even less useful than the Thousand Faces Mask.

Watching Qin Jun don the Thousand Faces Mask and change his face repeatedly, Old Man Yi immediately grew interested and quickly borrowed it to play with it. Even Chang’e and the Nine Spirit Prime Saint were curiously staring at the Thousand Faces Mask.

They discovered that when Qin Jun wore it, even his aura changed, which was quite remarkable.