The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 460: Confrontation [Fourth Update]

Chapter 460: Chapter 460: Confrontation [Fourth Update]

As soon as the word "Palace Master" was uttered, the seventeen star officials immediately fell silent.

Within the God Temple, the Palace Master’s authority was supreme, his word was law, and no one could defy his will.

The star officials could only quietly watch what ensued, all the while hoping in their hearts that Dongfang Ji would not rashly enter the Northern Vein Rift.

On the other side, Qin Jun asked Dongfang Ji with a puzzled expression, "Since there’s danger ahead, why have you not left?"

Zhao Yun and Qi Xie also stared intently at Dongfang Ji, whose aura was so profound, like a bottomless abyss, that they couldn’t see through him.

What made Qin Jun most nervous was that Dongfang Ji had actually managed to withstand his array secret script, and it was clear that Dongfang Ji himself was unaware of this. Could it be that Dongfang Ji carried a powerful treasure?

"Because there’s something in the rift that draws me in," Dongfang Ji replied, looking towards the Northern Vein Rift without disguising his reason.

He had already warned Qin Jun and the others three times. If they insisted on proceeding and met their deaths, they would deserve it.

As for competing for the trio’s qi movement, he wasn’t currently interested.

The Eastern Flame Domain was extremely powerful, and the resources it controlled were beyond what the Southern Domain could match. Dongfang Ji had known in advance that the treasures of qi movement within the Heavenly Realm were the focal points of competition; not everyone was born with the fortune that stretched to the heavens.

So from the beginning, Dongfang Ji had set his sights on the treasures of qi movement.

He could sense that there was a treasure of qi movement within the Northern Vein Rift, but it was guarded by a presence so formidable that even he felt terrified.

The reason he hadn’t left was that he was simply waiting for an opportunity.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun instantly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Ding! Triggered forced quest—Snatch the Fragment of the Wheel of Destiny! Quest details: A fragment of the Wheel of Destiny is hidden in the Northern Vein Rift. The host must snatch it. Failure leads to the host being demoted five levels. Success grants the host one skill inheritance. Quest duration is one month!"

Damn!

Just as expected!

"Damn it, such meager rewards for the task, and such a terrible outcome in case of failure, are you toying with me?" Qin Jun cursed inwardly. "Also, when will these forced quests end? Are they always possible to trigger?"

"The system demands materials for its perfection and enhancement, and the more complete the system becomes, the more functions the host can enjoy," the system explained.

"The mythology system isn’t fully perfected yet?" Qin Jun’s eyes widened.

In his opinion, the mythology system was already strong enough, and he hadn’t expected it could evolve further.

He couldn’t imagine how incredible the fully-perfected mythology system would be.

"Yes! Therefore, we hope the host will cooperate. After all, such forced quests are quite rare since the system doesn’t need ordinary roadside stones," the system said, its tone softening.

Qin Jun couldn’t help but feel as if there were a trap regardless of how he listened to the system.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do next?" Zhao Yun asked, sensing the terrifying pressure emanating from the Northern Vein Rift which made his scalp tingle the longer they stayed.

"We wait!"

Qin Jun flew to another mountain peak. Now that he had triggered a forced quest, he had to complete it.

He would wait for a while; once Yang Jian arrived, everything would be easier.

Having summoned Yang Jian, this forced quest was practically a walk in the park for him.

Zhao Yun and Qi Xie had no choice but to restrain their unease and follow Qin Jun.

This scene caught Dongfang Ji’s eye, who scoffed disdainfully. He had thought that Qin Jun and the others intended to wait and then take advantage of the chaos for their own benefits.

Time passed silently.

The eighteen star officials inside the Heavenly Convention gazed at each other in amazement; they hadn’t expected that Dongfang Ji and his companions would be so patient. Meanwhile, other participants were engaged in heated battles.

"Dongfang Ji seems to come from the Eastern Flame Domain, right?" asked the Great Star Official, a contemplative look on his face.

An elder beside him nodded, "Yes, he might be related to the Dongfang Old Monster."

"Dongfang Old Monster? Tsk tsk, has he finally compromised? Willing to send a descendant or disciple to the God Temple?" Yao Xu remarked with a raised eyebrow and a tone full of sarcasm.

Upon hearing the name Dongfang Old Monster, more than half of the star officials showed a trace of worry; it was clear that this Dongfang Old Monster was not to be trifled with.

"If he is indeed related to Dongfang Old Monster, then that couldn’t be better," the Great Star Official nodded and then fell silent.

The rest of the star officials only smiled, everything left unspoken.

"Look, this one dubbed the Lil’ Devil Monarch seems to be just as formidable as Dongfang Ji," a star official pointed out in surprise at a light orb in front of them.

Geniuses like Dongfang Ji were rare, appearing once every ten sessions. Unexpectedly, there were two of them this session.

For a moment, the attention of the eighteen star officials was captured by the Lil’ Devil Monarch.

Qin Jun sat cross-legged on the mountaintop practicing, but the thought of Yang Jian’s imminent arrival made it impossible for him to calm his mind.

Just then, four cultivators flew past.

Qin Jun looked up and saw that the leader was none other than An Lang, accompanied by three other participants from the Southern Domain. They were clever to stick together.

"Isn’t that His Majesty?"

One of the participants called out excitedly, pointing in Qin Jun’s direction. An Lang turned to look and immediately brightened up.

The four of them quickly flew towards Qin Jun.

Dongfang Ji frowned upon seeing this, not because he feared their greater numbers, but even a swarm of flies could be irritating.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing here?" An Lang asked eagerly, concealing his excitement. Ever since witnessing the strength of the participants at the Heavenly Convention, he had been concerned for Qin Jun.

If Qin Jun were to die, the Great Qin Heaven’s Court would crumble, and it would be difficult for him to find another power to align with.

"It’s a long story."

Qin Jun replied with a smile. Meeting four participants from the Southern Domain made him quite happy.

They were lively on their side, but Dongfang Ji found it irritating to overhear from afar.

"Scram, or keep babbling and watch out—I’ll kill you!" Dongfang Ji spoke coldly, finding the waiting process dull enough without the clamor of insects like them.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s face darkened instantly, and so did everyone else’s.

"You want to kill us? Do you have the strength for that?" Qin Jun said coldly, expressing his discontent directly. Although he couldn’t gauge the opponent’s strength, he wasn’t afraid.

Who had he ever feared since proclaiming himself emperor?

Zhao Yun, An Lang, and Qi Xie stared at Dongfang Ji with ill intent.

"Heh!"

Dongfang Ji sneered as he slowly rose to his feet, his aura climbing, and soon his Immortal Realm cultivation was fully revealed, causing Qin Jun and the seven others to feel shaken.

Such formidable aura!

Had he surpassed the Earth Immortal Realm?

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes in thought, instantly connecting Dongfang Ji to the Lil’ Devil Monarch.

Could it be that this golden-clothed man before them was one of the two?

Boom—

Just then, the ground started to tremble violently, shocking everyone into taking flight.

"What’s happening?" Qi Xie exclaimed in alarm, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the Northern Vein Rift. The next second, his complexion turned.

They saw an enormous black hand emerge from the Northern Vein Rift, then grab the edge of the cliff. The crushing force caused rocks to fly and dust to billow. Next to this hand, trees ten meters tall seemed minuscule.