The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 449

Chapter 449: 449

"Your Majesty, please be careful. Even the participants from our Great Qin Heavenly Court must be cautious!"

Liu Bowen spoke earnestly, with the recently established Great Qin Heavenly Court, there could be those holding grudges, believing that killing Qin Jun could reverse the fate of the Universe. Moreover, no one could see what happened within the Heavenly Convention, they could only see the qi movement pillars of the participants.

Qin Jun waved his hand with a smile, "When have you ever seen me at a loss?"

Those summoned later might not have experienced events with him, as the latter Qin Jun was always protected by strong guards and an army whenever he went somewhere.

Liu Bowen shook his head with a smile and then said no more.

For Qin Jun to grow to his current state, he certainly wasn’t foolishly blundering about, and having spent a long time with Qin Jun, Liu Bowen knew just how ruthless he could be. He was amicable to his subordinates, but when it came to enemies, he never hesitated.

In just a short time at the Holy Dynasty, Liu Bowen and the rest from the Land of Pingsky and the Kingdom of Great Qin barely had time to react when Qin Jun actually captured the Sacred Emperor. Although it was with the help of the Nine Spirits Prime Saint and Old Man Yi, his courage was something ordinary people lacked, it was even said that he offended another, even more frightening power, the God Temple.

The dark envoy fell silent, floating motionless in mid-air like a statue, while the people on the Heavenly Platform discussed who among this session of the Heavenly Convention would emerge outstanding. The ending of the last Heavenly Convention seemed to be unfavourable, even the slightest whispers about it were sealed by the Sacred Emperor.

Time passed quietly, and the Sacred Emperor was also escorted back to the heavenly prison by Li Jing and Nezha.

The participants were all rubbing their hands in anticipation, and the audience was buzzing with discussion; the atmosphere on the Heavenly Platform didn’t cool down in the slightest.

About half an hour later, the dark envoy finally spoke again, "The Heavenly Convention officially begins now. The entrance is now open; please, all participants, enter within."

After speaking, the dark envoy stretched out his hand and drew behind him, directly tearing open a black hole in space, ten meters in diameter. Upon seeing this, participant after participant flew towards the black hole impatiently.

Qin Jun turned back to Daji and the two other ladies with a smile, "Wait for my good news."

After speaking, he leaped up, followed closely by Zhao Yun and An Lang on either side, entering the black hole at the end of the participants’ queue.

After everyone entered the black hole, the dark envoy followed suit, and then the black hole rapidly shrank and soon disappeared as if it had never existed.

"Tsk, tsk, I feel that this session of the Heavenly Convention will go down in history!"

"I have the same feeling! After all, it’s Emperor Qin leading the team!"

"If Emperor Qin dies inside, it would be quite interesting."

"Shh—talk less of such matters!"

The commoner monks discussed animatedly, with everyone heading towards the wall that was a hundred zhang tall.

Evening Star looked up at the sky, calculating with his fingers, his face changed slightly, muttering to himself, "I can’t make the calculations clear at all."

Old Man Yi shook his head with a smile, "How could such an event of qi movement be calculated by us mortals?"

...

Having passed through the black hole, Qin Jun opened his eyes only to find himself at the base of a cliff, with the starry sky above, resplendent and stunning.

The ground under his feet was barren, without a single blade of grass. Qin Jun looked down the cliff and saw a limitless wasteland, with no end in sight, and mountain peaks visibly outlined in the distance at the horizon.

"Is this the Heavenly Convention?"

Qin Jun scanned his surroundings with confusion. Zhao Yun and An Lang were nowhere to be seen, and there was no one within a kilometer radius; it seemed every participant had been scattered.

"Ding! Mandatory task completed—participate in the Heavenly Convention! You’ve received one random draw!"

The system alert suddenly rang out, also confirming his situation.

What should be done next, and in which direction should he go?

Qin Jun felt lost in thought when suddenly, a voice as ancient as Primordial Chaos came forth, "The Heavenly Convention officially begins, the rule of this Convention is the struggle for qi movement; once only five hundred people remain, the Heavenly Convention will come to an official end!"

Only five hundred people remain?

Qin Jun’s eyes narrowed—damn, what kind of domain-level event was this? It was clearly a brutal competition of slaughter!

Just from the Southern Domain, nearly a hundred people participated, with at least twenty domains taking part in the Heavenly Convention, and that was only what was recorded by the Holy City, possibly less than half the actual number.

At least ten thousand people would be battling within the Heavenly Convention, each a supreme genius who ruled over a domain.

"Within the Heavenly Realm, countless treasures are hidden, not the least of which are artifacts of qi movement; participants may collect these at will!"

"Furthermore, by killing other participants, you can seize their qi movement, so avoiding conflict is futile!"

The voice kept talking, making Qin Jun’s blood boil with excitement.

The rules were simple as well as brutal!

If that was the case, he wouldn’t be polite!

He immediately took off his Nine Dragons Supreme Emperor Robe and put on a set of white clothes, with the Seven Star Sword hanging at his waist, looking like an elegant and upright young sword carrier.

He flew straight towards the horizon.

"System, begin the random draw!"

Qin Jun’s mouth curved into a smile—qi movement was a good thing, so he didn’t plan to let the monks from other domains off the hook.

If you were soft-hearted in the Heavenly Realm, that would simply be foolishness.

Before the Convention, he had already guessed the rules would be like this, so he was not panicked.

"Ding! The random draw begins now!"

He hoped for medicine or a scientific artifact, most suitable for immediate use.

Qin Jun thought contentedly, and soon, the system’s voice rang out again, "Congratulations to the host for drawing the poison sac of the Green Evil Python Dragon!"

The poison sac of the Green Evil Python Dragon?

What on earth is that?

Qin Jun was full of question marks and quickly urged the system to explain.

"The Green Evil Python Dragon is an extremely malicious mythical creature; its venom induces lust in an opponent, and even a True Immortal Realm strongman might not be able to resist it."

Pfft—

Qin Jun nearly choked on his saliva—what kind of shameless thing existed like this?

With that, wouldn’t he...

No! Stop!

Qin Jun hurriedly purged these improper thoughts from his mind. This item could still be kept; perhaps it had some peculiar use.

Rumble—

Just then, a thunderous noise suddenly came from the horizon in front of him. Qin Jun looked intently and saw dust rising, similar to a dust storm, appearing incredibly spectacular beneath the stars.

"The presence of Earth Immortal Realm, tsk, tsk, worthy of the Heavenly Convention."

Qin Jun scanned the area with Divine Consciousness and clicked his tongue in amazement, then sped up his flight.

Several miles away, two figures clashed back and forth, both powerful, making the air explode, causing shockwaves. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a battle between a human and a demon.

"Demon of the Southernmost Sea, do you really want to oppose my Buddhism from the Western Domain?"

The one speaking was a Human Clan monk; he wore a kasaya with an air of righteousness and had a robust build. The prayer beads in his hand exploded with force, transforming into a massive golden fist to engage with his opponent.

This demon had a humanoid form with two wings on his back, but a ferocious shark-like head. He was clad in black iron armor and wielded a Trident that he swung with great force, causing the talented Buddhist practitioner to continuously retreat.

"What is Western Domain Buddhism? It’s only in the last decade or so that a Buddha emerged from among you. You’re still the weak!" the Demon Clan prodigy sneered, his eyes filled with cruelty.