The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 470: Prison of the Stars

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Prison of the Stars

As the star officials in the Heavenly God Palace were shocked by Jin Chanzi’s strength, Jin Chanzi slowly withdrew his hands, muttering, "Amitabha, well done, well done."

The next second, he reverted to his lazy demeanor, yawned, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, we should leave. This resentment is too deep and will reappear shortly, perhaps even stronger."

Appear again?

And stronger?

Qin Jun’s brows furrowed. Why did that sound like an ancient soul?

Back then, Old Man Yi was entangled by an ancient soul just like this, with the ancient soul growing stronger each time it was defeated. And both seemed to exist like the soul’s qi state. Could there be some connection?

Yang Jian flew over and said, "The resentment below has accumulated to an uncontrollable level, we really must leave."

With even Yang Jian saying so, Qin Jun naturally would not stay behind and court death.

"Then let’s go!"

Qin Jun nodded and, after speaking, pinpointed the direction and flew off, with the others closely following him.

An Lang, Qi Xie, and other geniuses were still in shock; the strength displayed by both Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi had astonished them.

What they could not comprehend most was that Qin Jun seemed to have followers everywhere, all incredibly powerful.

Could it be that Qin Jun was the son of a god, just visiting the human world?

Only this explanation seemed to make sense.

In time, everyone’s reverence for Qin Jun deepened.

Qin Jun was fortunate not to have used the array talisman secret, otherwise he would have died laughing.

I’m not as awesome as you think, just a life on cheats!

After they left, the Heijiao Mountain Range, now in ruins, began to emit wisps of sinister black qi again, and that voice filled with endless hatred sounded once more:

"I am not satisfied... I hate..."

Unfortunately, there was no one left to fear it.

...

Hundreds of miles away, Qin Jun sat on a tree trunk, pondering.

He was wondering about the origins of that mysterious resentment and whether the Heavenly Realm wasn’t just a hastily assembled minor world, but perhaps had a long history.

"Your Majesty, are you thinking about that resentment?"

Jin Chanzi’s voice suddenly came through, and Qin Jun looked down to see Jin Chanzi leaning against a tree, smiling at him.

Yang Jian was on the other side, polishing his War God Trishula as tenderly as caressing a lover’s face, which made Qin Jun shudder.

"I’m pondering the origins of the Heavenly Realm. There are many hidden powerful beings whose strength far surpasses the participants. If this place was just for the Heavenly Convention, it wouldn’t make sense," Qin Jun said with a shake of his head and a smile.

He felt, in the depths of his being, that the Heavenly Realm hid a shocking great secret!

Lifting the veil of this mystery could bring him a surprise.

"Release me..."

Just then, a vast voice echoed in Qin Jun’s mind, like an illusion, causing him to frown.

It did not sound like the system’s voice.

Could it be the remnants of Ji Yongsheng’s slumbering soul?

Ji Yongsheng was a War God from the ancient divine court, who once contended with heavens of immortals. Although he lay dormant within Qin Jun, Qin Jun had always been wary.

"Perhaps the Heavenly Realm is actually a prison. Who can say for certain?"

Jin Chanzi yawned and said with a laugh, seemingly sleepy and uninterested in the topic Qin Jun cared about.

A prison?

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun thought carefully and realized it was indeed possible.

The Refining King and the Charred Ghost he encountered in the Heavenly Realm were both powerful and ferociously cruel, not resembling beings the God Temple would admit. They each had their own territory and had never left unsanctioned, indicating something restrained them.

"Liberate the Prison of the Stars... welcome the souls of the divine court warlords..."

The voice of Ji Yongsheng sounded again, this time Qin Jun was certain he hadn’t heard wrong.

The Prison of the Stars...

The souls of the divine court warlords...

Qin Jun heard it with awe, perhaps the Prison of the Stars referred to the Heavenly Realm?

"Ji Yongsheng, have you awakened?"

Qin Jun asked inwardly. Initially, in the Valley of the Dead at P’ing T’ien, he had encountered the Extreme Flame Ghostly Water and obtained the bloodline of the Extreme Flame Demon God, thus establishing a connection with Ji Yongsheng.

Thinking back, Qin Jun didn’t know whether to consider it fortune or misfortune.

However, Ji Yongsheng did indeed save him once. Had Ji Yongsheng not acted, using the Extreme Flame Demon God’s soul body, Qin Jun would likely not have been able to repel the ancient soul and wouldn’t be where he was today.

Nonetheless, Ji Yongsheng did not respond to him, which frustrated him.

The others did not notice his expression and would not have cared even if they did; they were accustomed to Qin Jun being absorbed in his own world.

Monsters are always different from the rest, yes, that’s the way to explain it.

"Ding! Sub-quest triggered — Destroy the spirit of the Heavenly Realm! Quest details: The Heavenly Realm is controlled by the spirit. Only by destroying the spirit can you lift all the restrictions within the Heavenly Realm, releasing all prisoners. Upon completing the quest, the host’s level will increase by one, receive one random draw, and unlock a new feature! At the same time, the host will fall into a hostile relationship with the God Temple!"

The system prompt suddenly sounded, leaving Qin Jun stunned atop the tree trunk.

Damn it!

Forcing me into a corner!

Qin Jun felt as if ten thousand Divine Beasts were thundering through his heart. Completing this task would likely lead to his being hunted by the God Temple, yet the rewards were rich, especially the new feature that made Qin Jun’s heart race.

Every new feature provided by the system had brought Qin Jun tremendous surprises, how could he not look forward to it.

But it was only a side quest, not forcing Qin Jun to complete it, so he hesitated.

The cost of becoming an enemy of the God Temple was too great, it might even overturn the entire Southern Domain. However, once the news of Marquis Zihan’s death reached the God Temple, it was likely that the hatred could not be resolved.

"Why worry so much, we don’t even know where the spirit is," Qin Jun said as he shook his head and smiled, casting aside the distracting thoughts.

He leapt down from the tree and, clapping his hands, said with a laugh, "Are you well-rested? Time to set off."

Apart from the Earth Crystals and Wheel of Fate shards, he had not yet obtained the treasure of qi movement. If he ended the Heavenly Convention without any valuable treasures, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

Nobody objected, and they all stood up, following Qin Jun’s lead.

"Qi movement, fate, are but a thread of heaven’s will," Jin Chanzi chanted, shaking his head, his words enigmatic; even Yang Jian did not challenge him, perhaps because Jin Chanzi’s display of power when obliterating the mysterious resentment had won his recognition.

...

In the Southern Domain, within the Demon Clan territory.

Above the endless mountain ranges, a spatial rift suddenly appeared and, in the next moment, an imposing figure stepped out— it was none other than the Demon King of Bull.

Clad in black armor that reflected chilling light under the sun and with a fluttering cloak, his face bore a ferocious smile as he said, "Qin Emperor, I have returned!"

Boom!

In an instant, the Demon King of Bull unleashed his aura. The mountains below crumbled under its pressure, countless trees uprooted, and the earth and rocks seemed to be swept away by an invisible force in all directions, revealing a gigantic pit that expanded rapidly.

"Hahaha—" The Demon King of Bull laughed heartily to the sky, his tone brimming with insolence. He seemed to have grown stronger, flattening miles of terrain with the mere release of his aura.