The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 430

Chapter 430: 430

"Yes, enduring myriad dangers and hardships, one could not possibly gain merely a single identity," Sha Wujing said with a smile, his face filled with a sigh of emotion. Recalling the bits and pieces of his journey to the west, he couldn’t help but feel as if he were dreaming.

Qin Jun suddenly understood, then asked curiously, "After Sun Wukong became the Victorious Fighting Buddha, did he become stronger?"

This question probably sparked countless debates among the descendants of Huaxia.

Which is stronger, the Victorious Fighting Buddha or the Supreme Heaven Great Sage!

"Your Majesty, how do you know about my eldest martial brother?" Sha Wujing asked in surprise.

Qin Jun rolled his eyes and said, "I also know about Zhu Bajie, Tang Monk, and the Little White Dragon. How could I possibly send you to a world beyond my control?"

Upon hearing these words, Sha Wujing was so shocked that he looked at Qin Jun incredulously, his demeanor slipping for the first time since becoming a golden-bodied Arhat.

Qin Jun secretly reveled in his mysterious act, which made people curious.

Sha Wujing took a deep breath to calm himself and then said, "My eldest martial brother’s situation is different. Once he entered Buddhism and extinguished his true heart, even if his cultivation returned to the state it was five hundred years ago, he was no longer the same person. Moreover, Buddhism would not allow him to become stronger."

Although they represented different camps on the journey to the west, after so many experiences, they still had deep feelings for each other, so he felt a strong sense of regret.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun secretly thought to himself that Sun Wukong had indeed been weakened by either the Five Finger Mountain or the golden headband.

Despite the fact that Sun Wukong almost never lost a physical fight during his journey to the west, the physical body could not be weakened as easily as cultivation. After all, Sun Wukong’s body had been tempered in a cauldron and enhanced by peaches of immortality and pills from Tai Shang Lao Jun, making it rare for anyone to surpass him in physical strength.

"How strong is Sun Wukong?" Qin Jun continued to ask, causing Sha Wujing to be quite surprised. Why was Qin Jun so interested in his eldest martial brother?

"After becoming a Buddha, he was infinitely close to the realm of Daluo, and his fighting power was enough to rival ordinary Daluo powerhouses," Sha Wujing replied, his tone filled with admiration.

Compared to Tang Monk, he admired Sun Wukong more. Without Sun Wukong, it would have been impossible for them to succeed in obtaining the scriptures.

The realm of Daluo!

Qin Jun’s body shook. He was no stranger to the term "Daluo." In his previous life, he had been steeped in multiple novels about it, and upon coming to this world, he learned that sacred qi existed because an ancestor had broken through to the realm of Daluo, allowing descendants to awaken sacred qi.

"Could you explain the specific divisions of cultivation realms to me?" Qin Jun asked, full of anticipation. The system refused to tell him, so now he could only inquire from Sha Wujing.

Sha Wujing replied awkwardly, "Actually, I don’t understand much myself. I only know that above the Golden Immortal Realm is the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, and beyond that is the Taiyi Scattered Immortal Realm. As for how many realms away the realm of Daluo is, I am not clear. Buddhism seeks quietude, and seldom discusses these matters. It is said that the Buddha himself is a Daluo powerhouse."

The Taiyi Scattered Immortal Realm!

Qin Jun’s eyes widened; his heart felt as though a flame had been lit within it at the mention of yet another realm!

"Why didn’t you bring Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie back with you?" Qin Jun asked with a frown. According to Sha Wujing, Sun Wukong had become less haughty after becoming a Buddha, which should make him easier to sway. Plus, he was an almost Daluo-level terrifying powerhouse.

"After becoming Buddhas, we were dispatched to different places and barely had any contact anymore," Sha Wujing said with a wry smile. He dared not speak too much about the news that he came from a different world, lest he incite the anger of all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

Qin Jun understood, and just as he was about to ask more, Zhu Yanqing and Chang’e pushed the door and entered.

"Elder Sha, how did you get here?" Zhu Yanqing asked with a frown.

Chang’e’s gaze intensified as she saw through Sha Wujing’s Golden Immortal Realm cultivation at a glance.

"I..." Sha Wujing began to explain, but suddenly didn’t know what to say.

"I had him come!" Qin Jun interrupted, and as for how he got there, he couldn’t be bothered to explain. He was the emperor, after all, who would dare to pry?

Even his own women.

Zhu Yanqing nodded, then smiled and said, "I am going to the Saint Sect to accept the Spiritual Girl inheritance, and Chang’e sister is willing to accompany me."

She feared that Qin Jun would worry about her safety and prevent her from returning, so she had persuaded Chang’e to come with her.

Qin Jun had made it clear to her that even the Sacred Emperor might not be her match.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun immediately furrowed his brows and asked, "Why?"

He didn’t immediately object, but rather asked for the reason, believing that Zhu Yanqing had her reasons, and he needed to respect that.

"After the infusion, my cultivation will leap forward. If I don’t receive it, I fear I won’t be able to keep up with your pace," Zhu Yanqing said softly as she grabbed Qin Jun’s hand. Normally cold in demeanor, she disliked acting coquettishly, but she found her voice becoming unexpectedly gentle, and to her own surprise, she didn’t mind—in fact, she found it rather sweet.

"Infusion?" Qin Jun asked, puzzled.

Zhu Yanqing then explained. It turned out that each generation of the Saint Sect would cultivate a Spiritual Girl, who was not necessarily a one-in-a-million talent but a girl with a yin spirit root. Yin spirit roots were very rare; it was possible not to find even five individuals with them across the entire Southern Domain Human Clan. Zhu Yanqing had above-average aptitude, with yin spirit roots as well as other elemental spirit roots.

In the cultivation world, it was common knowledge that the fewer the attributes of the spirit roots, the higher the talent. However, after Qin Jun was baptized in extremely cold and fiery water, he realized that not all mixed spirit roots necessarily indicated low talent, though the specific reason remained uncertain to him.

Upon becoming a Spiritual Girl, it was said she would receive the spiritual inheritance of the Southern Domain celestial world, with a chance to comprehend Divine Powers like Crown Prince Qin, who had understood the magnetic powers of heaven.

Out of the thousands of Spiritual Girls, only a few dozen had comprehended the magnetic powers of heaven, yet their mastery wasn’t as formidable as Crown Prince Qin’s; ultimately, due to the arrival of their natural lifespan limit, they all faded into the dust of history.

"I will have a way to help you advance your cultivation in the future. Are you sure you want to go through with the infusion?" Qin Jun asked gently, holding Zhu Yanqing’s hand.

Under Qin Jun’s gaze, Zhu Yanqing bit her lower lip, her expression resolute as she said, "I’m sure!"

"All right!"

Qin Jun smiled, then turned to Chang’e and instructed, "Fairy Chang’e, I’ll have to trouble you."

"It’s no trouble," Chang’e replied calmly, yet her eyes deliberately avoiding Qin Jun’s, as if she did not want to meet his gaze.

"If you encounter any trouble, I will send reinforcements," Qin Jun admonished.

Chang’e nodded, and Zhu Yanqing’s usually cold and stunning face also broke into a smile.

That afternoon, Zhu Yanqing and Chang’e set off for the Saint Sect. According to Zhu Yanqing, the sect wouldn’t harm her because they had invested too much in her.

But to be safe, Qin Jun still instructed Chang’e to keep a close watch, and if anything seemed amiss, she must intervene immediately.

...

The endless blue sky stretched far and wide, with white clouds drifting quietly.

With a zap, thunder suddenly boomed, and a spatial rift appeared. Soon after, a pair of hands emerged and forcibly tore the rift wider.

The figure that stepped through was a man clad in purple silk robes, tall and stately with his features dignified and sharp as if carved from jade. His white hair, tied up under a purple-gold crown, and with every gesture, the space around him vibrated subtly.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve been here; the air still smells as foul as ever," the man in purple muttered to himself, his expression indifferent and his tone devoid of warmth.