The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 495: Number 1!【3rd update】

Chapter 495: Chapter 495: Number 1!【3rd update】

After flying for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Qin Jun and the others finally caught sight of Heavenly Peak.

The Heavenly Peak seemed like a pillar supporting the heavens, standing across the horizon and stretching up as if it reached deep into the stars, creating a spectacular scene.

Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi followed hundreds of meters behind, both frowning deeply upon seeing Heavenly Peak.

"Do you feel it?" Yang Jian asked in a deep voice.

Jin Chanzi nodded gravely and murmured, "That aura is so strong!"

With their Divine Consciousness, even from a great distance, they could sense the terrifying aura atop Heavenly Peak.

Yang Jian licked his lips and smiled, "Looks like we’re in for another tough battle!"

Jin Chanzi managed a wry smile; a fight enthusiast and a troublemaker, together they were indeed an unmatched pair.

Soon, Qin Jun and the other five hundred attendees swiftly flew towards the summit of Heavenly Peak. Their speed was rapid, the powerful wind pressure made it difficult for even talents of the Earth Immortal Realm, lest a cultivator of weaker strength be ground to pulp directly by the wind pressure.

At this moment, Qin Jun was carefully observing the other attendees, calculating if he had missed anyone; after two scans he confirmed he had challenged everyone left, except for Jin Wuhui.

"Jin Wuhui is my person, can I ignore him?"

Qin Jun asked helplessly in his heart; he had sparred with all the Southern Domain talents he led, but somehow missed this guy, Jin Wuhui.

"You can." The system replied, much to Qin Jun’s relief.

"Then why hasn’t it prompted the mission completion yet?" Qin Jun asked impatiently.

"The Heavenly Convention has not yet ended."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s brows immediately knitted tightly.

Could it be that there are still several rounds of assessment?

At this moment, he suddenly saw a majestic and huge palace appear above, with an unadorned exterior and even somewhat in ruins. However, an ancient aura surged toward them, inevitably invoking awe.

The attendees landed in front of the palace, and the power of realm spirits also dissipated.

The steps were covered in dust, battered and decrepit, leading upwards to what seemed like a ruined palace. Here, far away from the ground, one felt as if they could pluck the stars with their hand.

Yang Jian and Jin Chanzi quickly came to Qin Jun’s side, and Jin Chanzi whispered, "Your Majesty, be cautious."

"Hm?"

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, and seeing his grave expression, he knew there must be powerful beings hidden within Heavenly Peak.

At this time, Southern Domain’s talents gathered around Qin Jun, and attendees from other domains also started to form groups.

Upon closer inspection, the Southern Domain actually had the highest number of people, with thirty-nine survivors.

The numbers from other domains varied, with the Eastern Flame Domain having thirty-six survivors, the Demon Clan retaining thirty-three, and the domain with the fewest had only three, looking rather pitiful.

Counting them up, Qin Jun realized there were forty-two domains in total.

One by one, envoys in black hovered in the air above the palace, motionless like statues, eerily terrifying.

"Now begins the qi movement ranking!"

The cold voice resonated once again, causing Qin Jun to wonder if those black envoys were actually the realm spirits.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was likely.

At the same time, a light screen appeared above the attendees’ heads, with names beginning to emerge from bottom to top. The higher up, the bigger the names became.

Qin Jun was also curious about his own rank, which ought to be at least in the top three.

With Dongfang Ji and Lil’ Devil Monarch as his only rivals, one dead and one injured, it was unlikely that others had more qi movement than him.

The ranks appeared swiftly. The Southern Domain talents generally ranked towards the back, with An Lang at three hundred thirty, Qi Xie at three hundred nineteen, and Zhao Yun at two hundred ninety-six. After that, only Qin Jun and Jin Wuhui’s ranks had yet to be revealed.

"Ah, what a disgrace..."

"Don’t think like that. The ones who attend the Heavenly Convention are no less than tens of thousands. Being in the top five hundred is already pretty good."

"Come on, it’s only because His Majesty protected us. To use His Majesty’s words, we lay down and won our way here."

"I wonder how many ranks His Majesty can get."

The Southern Domain talents were discussing in a flurry. After the Heavenly Convention, every one of them admired Qin Jun from the bottom of their hearts, swearing to stand up for him if anyone dared to defy his authority.

Soon, the ranks were displayed up to the top hundred, with Qiu Feihai from the Southernmost Sea ranking ninety-seventh. He was the Demon Clan talent Qin Jun met on his way to the Heavenly Convention, who was repelled by Xuan Qing’s Tathāgata Palm.

Xuan Qing ranked seventy-eighth. If not for Qin Jun’s torment, he would have surely ranked higher.

The others were all defeated by Qin Jun, so he didn’t pay much attention to them.

The ranks quickly reached the top ten.

Jin Wuhui was ranked ninth, to Qin Jun’s surprise. Without his involvement, the Heavenly Convention might have been Jin Wuhui’s stage to dazzle.

Top five...

Top three!

Second, Lil’ Devil Monarch.

First, Holy Emperor of Qin.

Qin Jun’s alias for the convention was indeed the Holy Emperor of Qin.

Swish—

Everyone turned their gaze towards Qin Jun, including Lil’ Devil Monarch and Xuan Qing.

The result was both shocking and unsurprising to them.

Qin Jun raised an eyebrow, curious if there were any rewards for this ranking.

Just then, those black envoys quickly coalesced into one, finally transforming into a clump of black gas. Under the starry sky, the gas swirled and eventually shaped into a huge, ominous face.

"The Heavenly Convention is officially over. Now you have two choices: one is to leave the Heavenly Realm immediately, the other is to enter the God Temple," the realm spirit said in an indifferent tone, combined with its huge black gas face, it was intimidating.

To enter the God Temple?

Many of the attendees’ breathing became rapid. This was a chance to leap over the Dragon Gate!

"I choose to leave!"

Lil’ Devil Monarch was the first to speak up. His face appeared dark and purple, his body shaking, obviously struggling to hold on.

Qin Jun tsked in amazement; he hadn’t expected the guy injured by the Deathly Silence Blade to last this long.

Well, since he was so lucky, Qin Jun decided not to press for a decisive end.

With Lil’ Devil Monarch leading the way, many others soon chose to leave, including Xuan Qing. As soon as they voiced their decision, they vanished on the spot, presumably sent away by the realm spirit.

"Ding! You have completed the side quest - King of Heavenly Convention! Upon completion, the host will receive one God and Demon summon chance, one skill inheritance chance! Additional reward: one million experience points for the host!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for advancing to the second layer of the Earth Immortal Realm!"

Consecutive system notification sounds echoed in Qin Jun’s mind. In an instant, an odd and warm surge of energy flowed through his bones and veins, his aura climbed higher and higher.

Sss—

The surrounding attendees all gasped in shock. Was this damn guy breaking through?

Was there no justice left in this world?

Already ridiculously strong, was he now forcing them into despair by advancing right before their eyes?

Feeling the envious, jealous, and resentful glares of the attendees, Qin Jun held his head high and puffed out his chest, adopting an attitude of ’I am the greatest, second to heaven’, making onlookers itch to slap him.

But that remained just a thought; Qin Jun’s previous performance had already scared them.

Just then, Qin Jun felt a surge of killing intent. He looked up and saw that the realm spirit was gazing at him with a ghostly stare that would have made an ordinary person shudder uncontrollably.