The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 524: Night Emperor Palace [Fourth Update]

Chapter 524: Chapter 524: Night Emperor Palace [Fourth Update]

"Your mount? What kind of beast is this, it looks so strange."

Liu Ruolai asked curiously, watching as Diting approached closer. She could feel the aura emanating from Diting, incredibly daunting.

Qin Jun responded with a mysterious smile, "This is a Divine Beast; how can a mortal woman like you recognize it?"

"You..." Liu Ruolai trembled with anger.

At that moment, Diting swiftly flew to the front of Qin Jun and spoke with human tongue, "Diting has arrived to pledge allegiance to Your Majesty!"

Qin Jun hurriedly waved his hand with a smile, "As a Divine Beast, you’ve come to pledge yourself to me, which is quite humbling."

"Your Majesty speaks too highly, I am willing to be Your Majesty’s mount, to carry Your Majesty across mountains and rivers, and never to regret even unto death!" Diting said earnestly, understanding that pledging loyalty to Qin Jun meant it would not be serving as a warrior for storming fortresses. Looking at Yang Jian, the Nine-headed Snake, Zhu Bajie, and Jin Chanzi, it felt an inward surge of shock and awe.

These individuals were stronger than it.

It belonged to mythology, not Journey to the West, so it didn’t recognize individuals like Yang Jian.

Hearing Diting’s oath, Qin Jun nodded with satisfaction. He gave Diting face, and Diting showed obedience—why wouldn’t he be happy?

With Diting now part of the group, Qin Jun felt even better as the team continued their journey.

Qin Jun also tried riding on Diting, and he couldn’t help but admit that it felt fantastic—after all, how many could boast having a mount of the Golden Immortal Realm?

The journey that followed was even smoother. There was no need for Yang Jian to take action; the Nine-headed Insect alone was enough to charge through obstacles, even against demon kings.

Within the boundless domain, there was only one Luoshu Demon King; the other demon kings who broke the heavens were merely at the level of Scattered Immortal Realm.

Thus, Qin Jun and his companions drew ever closer to the palace of the Night Emperor.

The closer they got to the Night Emperor’s palace, the more and the stronger the beasts they encountered.

Back in his palace, the Night Emperor, in a state of languid repose, leaned against his throne. In the grand hall stood a figure in a black robe who knelt on the ground and said gravely, "Your Majesty, the enemy draws nearer. Four demon kings have already perished. Shall we not stop them?"

The Night Emperor chuckled softly, "Since they wish to fight their way to our doorstep, let’s give them the opportunity, a good chance to weed out the malicious hearts."

"But the opponent is capable of slaying the Luoshu Demon King; I fear..." The figure in the black robe hesitated. He had heard the news of the Luoshu Demon King’s destruction upon the Night Emperor’s return. His initial reaction was one of shock, but he quickly regained his composure.

He was also capable of killing the Luoshu Demon King, and besides, this was the boundless domain—what was there to worry about?

"Erlang Shen, eh? I would like to see for myself what abilities he possesses to slay Luoshu," muttered the Night Emperor, his face filled with self-assured amusement.

Not to mention the Eastern Flame Domain, but within the entire expanse under the God Temple’s jurisdiction, he really didn’t fear anyone.

Even Zun Rudao, the foremost genius of the God Temple for thousands of years.

The figure in the black robe said no more, bowed to the Night Emperor, and then vanished on the spot.

The Night Emperor began to ponder, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

The grand hall was left with only the sound of his fingers tapping, ominous and quiet.

...

Boom!

The Nine-headed Insect slammed a Snake Demon into the forest with his shovel, kicking up dust. A look of contempt crossed his face as he scoffed, "A weakling oblivious to its own strength, unable to even withstand one shovel from me."

Qin Jun, seated on Diting’s back, listened to the Nine-headed Insect’s mockery and couldn’t help but be speechless. This guy was definitely venting his frustrations; these days, every enemy he encountered was brutally annihilated without mercy. It all seemed like a show for Yang Jian, in Qin Jun’s view.

As if he hadn’t noticed, Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the clouds, meditating peacefully.

Zhu Bajie, on the other hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking that a clash between the Nine-headed Insect and Yang Jian would be like sparks hitting the earth. If it were not for Yang Jian’s absolute loyalty, always considering things from Qin Jun’s perspective, the Nine-headed Insect might have already been chopped up by him.

Liu Ruolai had grown accustomed to the impetuousness of the Nine-headed Insect and was also in cultivation, paying no heed.

Jin Chanzi lounged lazily on the clouds, chuckling, "It’s all about spirit, isn’t it? The journey is not so dull with you all."

Zhu Bajie’s mouth twitched upon hearing this, and he couldn’t help but recall the scenes from the Journey to the West. It was always during such moments that Tang Monk would preach while Jin Chanzi’s face was full of mockery, even seeming to stir up trouble.

At that moment, Qin Jun noticed that the sky ahead was shrouded in dark clouds, which at a glance gave off a chilling, eerie sensation.

Demon energy pervaded the air, something even Qin Jun could feel.

It seemed they were drawing ever closer to the Night Emperor’s palace.

Qin Jun took a deep breath. Although he had previously set his mind on confronting the Night Emperor, he was still somewhat nervous now that the day had come.

After all, he had never faced the Night Emperor directly, and the Night Emperor was an entity surpassing the Luoshu Demon King.

Soon, they entered the range of the dark clouds.

"How strange, the aura of these demon beasts is rapidly retreating, as if someone is commanding them." Jin Chanzi murmured to himself.

The Nine-headed Insect beside him shook his head and chuckled softly, "The Night Emperor isn’t foolish; he wouldn’t keep sending his underlings to their deaths!"

Jin Chanzi thought about it and found it to be reasonable.

It seemed the Night Emperor was drawing nearer and nearer to them, and he might even be observing them at this very moment.

Yang Jian also ceased his cultivation, standing up to look ahead, his swordlike eyebrows slightly raised. Qin Jun, familiar with him, could tell at a glance that he was excited.

The battle maniac’s blood was boiling once again!

About half an hour later, Qin Jun and his companions finally beheld the silhouette of the Night Emperor’s palace.

The area was still covered with forests, but innumerable peaks rose like pillars supporting the heavens. Atop the largest one stood a majestic black palace, with clouds and lightning flashing and thundering above it. The palace was lit by the occasional streaks of lightning, revealing demonic stone statues on the eaves of the Night Emperor’s palace from afar.

These were horned demons, bare-chested with wings on their backs, their faces ferocious and terrifying.

"Prepare for battle!"

Qin Jun spoke in a deep voice. With a gesture of his right hand, he pulled Liu Ruolai, who was on the clouds, into his arms.

Jin Chanzi slowly rose to his feet, Zhu Bajie took out his Nine-Toothed Rake, and the Nine-headed Insect brought forth the Crescent Shovel.

Yang Jian made no move, but his gaze was fixed on the Night Emperor’s palace, his eyes ablaze with flames.

"To take something of mine and dare to come find me, how interesting!"

The voice of the Night Emperor suddenly resonated through the heavens and earth, his tone chilling. Liu Ruolai clung tightly to Qin Jun’s arm in fright.

With a loud laugh, Qin Jun replied, "Your possession? If it belongs to you, then why was I able to take it away?"

Faced with the Night Emperor’s imposing aura, his tone still brimmed with disdain and boldness, inciting endless admiration from Liu Ruolai before him.

Jin Chanzi and the others were curious about what Qin Jun had taken from the Night Emperor, for they could all sense the murderous intent hidden in the Night Emperor’s voice.

The Night Emperor fell silent, and then the thunder and lightning overhead grew even more intense.

A towering aura surged from the Night Emperor’s palace, like unstoppable waves.

"Humph!"

Yang Jian huffed coldly and instantly unleashed his own aura, challenging the Night Emperor.

In an instant, the space between the two twisted visibly, as if about to shatter at any moment. Qin Jun and his companions found it difficult to breathe under the pressure of their battling auras.