The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 402: Holy Dynasty Shaken

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Holy Dynasty Shaken

Startled by the shout of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, Qin Jun shuddered and cursed inwardly, "Damn, does he have to be so loud?"

Just as he was about to retract his hand, a surge of power emerged from within his body. With a boom, strands of demonic energy spilled from the palm of his hand, unimpededly reaching for the Yantian Stone. Under the astonished gazes of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, Chang’e, Old Man Yi, and the young man in plain clothes, the demonic energy poured into the Yantian Stone, wildly extracting the spiritual energy within.

This...

Qin Jun was also stunned. Ever since he awakened the Extreme Flame Demon God’s bloodline, he had always struggled to control the demonic energy within him, sometimes even failing to summon it at all, as if he was nurturing a little ancestor inside him.

To his surprise, the demonic energy burst forth again, and he could feel the immense spiritual energy within the Yantian Stone being drawn by the demonic energy, flooding into him violently.

"Demonic energy..."

Chang’e furrowed her brows and murmured to herself. She had not seen the battle scenes of the Extreme Flame Demon God’s form, so she was unaware that Qin Jun possessed the bloodline of the Demon God.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, however, observed Qin Jun’s demonic energy and was astonished to discover that it was unbelievably pure, consisting solely of demonic energy without any mix of the scent of blood or killing intent.

Most demonic cultivators nowadays have half-hearted demonic energy. True demons are not cultivated through killing alone.

Contemporary demonic cultivators pursue quick success and have abandoned principles, resorting to any means necessary, naturally becoming their preferred choice.

"It’s this demonic energy again... identical to that person..."

Old Man Yi thought with a complex expression. He couldn’t help but recall the distant past when he was a youth, harboring dreams of cultivation, yet hampered by lack of talent and achieving nothing.

It wasn’t until one day when he accidentally entered a cave behind the village and encountered a statue that he, in his indignation, decided to destroy it. However, a wisp of the remnant soul within the statue awakened instead.

"Impudent youth!"

Even now, when he thinks back on that scolding, his face is full of wistfulness.

That was the turning point of his life. Even though he had been suppressed for ten thousand years and had forgotten many things, he had not forgotten that day. That wisp of remnant soul had taught him a cultivation method, helping him embark on the path of cultivation. However, he cultivated the way of demons, and as his cultivation matured, the remnant soul dissipated, leaving him with some tasks and telling him its name before the end.

Sacred Emperor Ji Yongsheng!

That wisp of a remnant soul and the name of the statue were indeed Ji Yongsheng!

Ji Yongsheng was akin to a mentor to Old Man Yi, who had instructed him to assist the successor of Ji Yongsheng’s legacy in the future. That’s why he deliberately led the ancient soul to test Qin Jun. If Qin Jun were not the inheritor of Ji Yongsheng’s legacy, his death would mean nothing to him, and he would have simply left. However, he never expected that Qin Jun could even condense out Ji Yongsheng’s demonic body, and from then on, his heart truly belonged to Qin Jun.

Unfortunately, Qin Jun had his reservations and had always been cold towards him, but he was not in a rush.

There was plenty of time!

Every time he thought of Ji Yongsheng, his heart would swell uncontrollably. He too had once entered into Ji Yongsheng’s memory illusions as a young man, witnessing the scenes of Ji Yongsheng battling against numerous immortals. The person he admired most in his life was none other than Ji Yongsheng. Even as a Demon Emperor, he still felt far from matching a ten-thousandth of Ji Yongsheng.

Seeing the demonic energy emanating from Qin Jun, he was instantly reminded of Ji Yongsheng, exactly the same, but far less powerful than Ji Yongsheng.

"Why did you choose him?"

Old Man Yi looked at Qin Jun with a complex expression, his heart sour. But then he thought about how he was just a talentless village youth back then, and he felt at peace. At least, he had still been tilling the fields at Qin Jun’s age, unlike Qin Jun, who was already making waves in the Southern Domain.

It didn’t hurt until he made the comparison. Damn, it was really disheartening.

Meanwhile, Qin Jun was madly absorbing the Yantian Stone. He quickly adapted to the ferocious sensation of absorbing spiritual energy and said to the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, "Let’s keep moving!"

If he continued to absorb in this manner, he might break through the ninth layer of the Transforming Void Realm and then the Earth Immortal Realm would beckon to him.

The thought made Qin Jun’s heart swell with delight.

Good fortune was coming his way, and it couldn’t be stopped.

"What a waste of a heavenly item, sigh!"

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint controlled the demonic wind to fly while lamenting.

Such a large piece of Extending Heaven Stone, if crafted, could definitely make an artifact of extremely high rank, but he also noticed that Qin Jun seemed to be in an uncontrollable state and could only feel regret.

Chang’e looked at Qin Jun curiously, the demonic qi swirling around his body actually gave her a feeling of palpitations.

"What exactly is hidden inside his body..." she wondered to herself.

At the same time, the news that the God General Palace was defeated by a mysterious strong being spread like a whirlwind within the Holy Dynasty.

First causing a commotion in Floating Sky City, then forcefully snatching the Extending Heaven Stone, it was as if they regarded the holy laws and the Sacred Emperor as nothing, and in a short time, the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint became infamous.

In a very short period of time, most of the people in the Holy Dynasty knew of a peerless Lion Demon rampaging unchallenged within the Holy Dynasty.

The God General Palace, as a first-rate force of the Holy Dynasty, was left with all its members, including its palace lord and the eight god generals, severely injured by the opponent’s roar, causing other forces to feel endangered.

What was the goal of this Lion Demon?

Soon, some people began to suspect that this Lion Demon was none other than the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint, who had recently pledged allegiance to the Qin Emperor, as many had seen a handsome young man standing behind the Lion Demon, and the news of the Qin Emperor’s arrival in the Holy Dynasty grew more intense by the moment.

...

Saint Sect.

The Saint Sect, established by the current Empress and strongly supported by the Sacred Emperor, had the posture of being the number one sect of the Holy Dynasty, and even the number one sect of the Southern Domain.

At this moment, Zhu Yanqing was practicing swordplay on the edge of a cliff, with countless floating islands circling the sacred peak, of various sizes, where only the Sacred Emperor, the Empress, and the current sect leader could step foot on the top of the sacred peak.

The higher one lived, the higher the status of the disciple residing there, and no one was allowed to overstep their boundary.

Zhu Yanqing, clad in a blood-red garment, looked like a red butterfly fluttering and brandishing its sword in the courtyard as the setting sun cast its afterglow upon her.

She had already broken through to the Ascending Mortal Realm, just a few months’ time, of course, compared to Qin Jun, who was approaching the peak of the Transforming Void Realm, her breakthrough seemed much slower.

At this time, a white-clothed youth arrived on a flying sword, silhouetted against the setting sun, his sword moving westward and his handsome appearance, along with the faint smile on his face, full of charm.

Whoosh—

The white-clothed youth landed above the small flying island where Zhu Yanqing was, and with a smile said to her, who was focusing on her sword practice, "Sister Zhu, the spirit infusion is about to begin, why work so hard?"

Zhu Yanqing didn’t even glance at him, and replied indifferently, "What does the spirit infusion matter, cultivation must be taken step by step."

With a flick of her long sword, sword flowers blossomed, dazzling and bright.

The white-clothed youth was startled, then smiled again, "Sister Zhu, the Holy City is about to hold a banquet for talented individuals, why don’t you join me for it?"

"Not interested!"

The indifference of Zhu Yanqing didn’t bother the white-clothed youth, as he figured that if it were so easy to woo her, he probably wouldn’t be interested in Zhu Yanqing.

Hmph!

Wait until after your spirit infusion, let’s see how you still pretend, only I, Sun Lin, am the perfect match for you!

The white-clothed youth thought to himself, his eyes gleaming as he changed the subject with a serious tone, "Sister Zhu, the God General Palace seems to have encountered a disaster today."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yanqing’s body stiffened suddenly.