The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 398: The Glory of the Holy Dynasty

Chapter 398: Chapter 398: The Glory of the Holy Dynasty

This artifact can alter one’s appearance and even their aura; there’s no telling how vital it might be as a lifesaving straw in a critical moment.

Qin Jun had not yet noticed the aura-altering effect of the Thousand Face Mask, because the change was not complete, just a slight variation. However, to those with powerful Divine Consciousness, it would be equivalent to a deadly misdirection.

"Your Majesty, this is a precious treasure; you must keep it safe." The Nine Spirit Prime Saint spoke with profound meaning.

Qin Jun was taken aback, then he immediately snatched the Thousand Face Mask from Old Man Yi’s hands and cursed, "Get lost, don’t you dare contaminate my treasure!"

"Damn!"

Old Man Yi swore coarsely, a word he had learned from Qin Jun; he found that only in such moments could this word fully express his feelings.

Even though Qin Jun despised him, he didn’t dare to react; he could only stand behind, seething with suppressed anger.

He also knew that Qin Jun still bore a grudge against him over the matter with the ancient soul, so he could only endure it.

The Nine Spirit Prime Saint was very curious; clearly, Old Man Yi was strong, so why did he stick with Qin Jun? Could there be some unspeakable secret?

The journey continued without further conversation.

Soon, they flew across mountains and rivers, leaving human traces far behind.

En route to the Imperial Dynasty, they had to cross an uninhabited region teeming with monsters, perilous beyond measure. Of course, to people like Qin Jun and his companions, this was no problem at all.

Following the instructions on the jade slip, they came upon the tallest peak within this forest, which was the node leading to the Imperial Dynasty. Imperial soldiers were stationed there year-round, not just anyone could enter as they pleased.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, Qin Jun noticed a sound of splitting air in the distance. Looking in the direction the noise came from, he saw a streak of light rushing toward them; though its speed was far inferior to the Nine Spirit Prime Saint’s, its momentum was formidable, likely possessing the cultivation of the Earth Immortal Realm.

Could someone else also be heading to the Imperial Dynasty?

That is what Qin Jun thought, but he didn’t care; his goal for this trip was the Heavenly Convention. Why bother with inconsequential people?

Before long, they saw that highest peak, which was like a pillar connecting heaven and earth, protruding from the forest and piercing through the clouds.

Wrapped in the demon wind, Qin Jun and his companions quickly soared into the clouds, and after a while, the Earth Immortal Realm cultivator he had seen earlier flew over, frowning and muttering, "Such strong demon energy."

The Nine Spirit Prime Saint’s demon wind was extremely fast, and he had not detected Qin Jun and his party previously; only after getting closer did he feel the demon energy.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun and his group landed at the peak, guarded by four silver-armored soldiers. They all possessed the cultivation of the Immortal Realm, sitting cross-legged in front of a white jade stone-built teleportation gate.

"Who goes there!"

The four silver-armored soldiers stood up to ask, keeping a vigilant eye on the Nine Spirit Prime Saint behind Qin Jun. The Sacred Empire was averse to the Demon Clan, especially powerful demon kings. The weaker demons were treated as slaves and livestock by the Sacred Empire.

"I am the Qin Emperor," Qin Jun said calmly, not even bothering to salute.

If he saluted, wouldn’t that be inviting the world to laugh at him?

As soon as these words were spoken, the four silver-armored soldiers’ eyes widened with disbelief.

They instantly became fearful and reverent; a person’s reputation precedes them, and the name Qin Emperor made others lose their nerve.

"So, it’s the Qin Emperor, we will open the teleportation gate for you now."

One of the silver-armored soldiers said hastily, the news of the Qin Emperor attending the Heavenly Convention was already the talk of the town. Although most believed the Qin Emperor was undoubtedly doomed, that would only be after the Heavenly Convention. Now, facing Qin Jun, the four silver-armored soldiers couldn’t help trembling.

As for his authenticity, they didn’t doubt it, because the aura of the two humans and one demon behind Qin Jun was unfathomably deep; everyone knew that the Qin Emperor’s entourage consisted of exceptional experts without peer.

Watching the four silver-armored soldiers dutifully activate the teleportation gate, Qin Jun showed a content expression. At least, he didn’t encounter the vulgar plot twist of being belittled by someone with shortsightedness.

At this moment, the Earth Immortal Realm cultivator Qin Jun had noticed earlier also landed.

His gaze fell on Qin Jun and his companions, and his brow furrowed as he could see their extraordinary nature.

"What are the origins of these people..."

Dressed in a black robe and slightly hunchbacked, as if an old man, he thought with curiosity and instinctively stepped back, distancing himself from Qin Jun and his party.

Qin Jun glanced back at him with a slight smile, thinking he looked approachable, but it made the robed man shudder.

Soon, the teleportation gate to the Sacred Empire was activated, and a silver-armored soldier said nervously, "The teleportation gate is ready, you may depart now..."

Qin Jun nodded indifferently and then led the Nine Spirit Prime Saint, Chang’e, and Old Man Yi through the teleportation gate.

After their departure, the four silver-armored soldiers finally relaxed. They then turned their gaze to the robed man, their expressions immediately becoming stern as they demanded, "Who goes there!"

The stark contrast in treatment caused the corners of the robed man’s mouth to twitch.

But all four silver-armored soldiers had the cultivation of the Immortal Realm and were stronger than him, so he dared not act rashly and honestly said, "I am Yuan Gang, from the Hanjiang Imperial Dynasty!"

...

Thud!

Qin Jun stepped out of the teleportation gate, and as the blinding light faded, he opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by mist. Beneath his feet was a floating island suspended in midair, with soldiers standing guard ahead and eight more teleportation gates beside, with cultivators coming and going.

Gazing into the distance, he could see numerous floating islands in the sky, so close it felt like one could touch them by reaching out a hand.

"Hurry up and register your identity!"

A nearby soldier shouted at Qin Jun and his companions impatiently, clearly fed up.

Having to deal with thousands of cultivators from kingdoms and imperial dynasties daily, it was natural for him to be irritable.

Qin Jun walked forward with a composed expression, inwardly impressed; this was truly the Sacred Empire, where terrifying presences could be felt in all directions. In the Sacred Empire, those of the Immortal Realm were merely low-ranking officers, while in the Imperial Dynasties, they were revered as sacred beings; the disparity in strength was immense.

Old Man Yi looked around, muttering to himself, "Tsk, tsk, a small power could grow to this extent; the Sacred Empire indeed sounds quite impressive."

In his era, he was honored throughout the Southern Domain, and the Sacred Empire had not even existed.

Approaching the soldier, Qin Jun took out the jade slip that was previously given by the messenger from the Sacred Empire. Upon seeing the jade slip, the soldier knelt down in fright even without using Divine Consciousness to verify it.

"My... my lord, please enter..."

The soldier stammered in fear, not daring to look into Qin Jun’s eyes. This scene caused a stir among the surrounding cultivators and soldiers.

"What is the identity of that Young Master?"

"Tsk tsk, this young man has an extraordinary background!"

"Is that jade slip the one representing the Sacred Emperor’s decree?"

"Could he be a distinguished guest invited by the Sacred Emperor?"

"I guess he must be a noble from the Sacred Empire, just traveling around for a while."

The cultivators buzzed with conversation, many young female cultivators looking at Qin Jun with fiery eyes. In the Sacred Empire, connections were everything; latching onto a high branch could mean worry-free for a thousand years.

Qin Jun pocketed the jade slip, not expecting that just showing it would have such a significant impact, it seemed the Sacred Emperor truly held him in high regard.

After that, Qin Jun and his party walked past the soldiers. Ahead was a small marketplace, bustling with many cultivators calling out for trade.

"Roar—"

Just then, a thunderous roar shook the heavens, deafening all who heard it.