The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 604: A Stick Shocks the Rivers and Mountains

Chapter 604: Chapter 604: A Stick Shocks the Rivers and Mountains

Yang Jian murmured to himself, as though once again beholding the dominant figure who fought both heaven and earth, a pride surpassing the skies.

Meanwhile, the golden cudgel swiftly shrank, darting through the air before ultimately flying back into the vortex of thunderclouds.

The ferocity that permeated the heavens and the earth was, however, gradually intensifying, with exclamations coming from all directions:

"Supreme Heaven Great Sage?"

"Who is the Supreme Heaven Great Sage? Such an audacious title!"

"With such formidable power, to say he matches the heavens is no exaggeration..."

"He has already punctured the sky!"

"It seems like he was summoned by His Majesty..."

Qin Jun took a deep breath, his gaze fixated on the lightning vortex in the sky where the seven-colored radiance was becoming increasingly dazzling.

The pantheon of Gods and Demons behind him responded in silence, including the monks and generals above the Holy City.

If this Supreme Heaven Great Sage couldn’t defeat Divine Wuji, the Southern Domain was truly in trouble!

"Supreme Heaven Great Sage... Tch! Shameless monkey, have you forgotten that you once served as

Zhu Bajie spat out, causing the corner of Qin Jun’s mouth to twitch. It seemed he had to remind Zhu Bajie that this Sun Wukong was not their senior brother, but rather that unparalleled demon king.

If Sun Wukong overheard Zhu Bajie calling him Qin Jun doubted he could save Zhu Bajie.

Sha Wujing landed beside Zhu Bajie, whispering with a sigh, "The one before us is probably not our senior brother."

"Eh... What do you mean?" Zhu Bajie was slow to grasp the point.

Tang Sanzang sighed, his face full of worry.

When Sun Wukong first emerged after being suppressed for five hundred years, he wouldn’t listen to him; if not for the golden headband, Tang Sanzang might have been killed by Sun Wukong himself.

It was hard for him to imagine just how volatile Sun Wukong might have been five hundred years ago.

Could Qin Jun restrain Sun Wukong?

Tang Sanzang was skeptical.

Evening Star felt a great sense of nostalgia. Across the tale of Journey to the West, he was one of the few genuine friends of Sun Wukong—a rarity indeed. When the Jade Emperor wanted Sun Wukong dead, it was he who proposed amnesty and personally took action, later offering considerable help on the journey to the West.

Thus, seeing Sun Wukong appear filled him with joy.

"Break for me!"

Just then, a roar terrifying enough to horrify Ghost Gods came from below; Divine Wuji was seen soaring up from the massive space hole at the bottom of the world in the Southern Domain.

The twelve dark silhouettes chasing him weren’t far behind, cursing continuously, embarrassed at having Sun Wukong knock them all the way down to the mortal realm of the Southern Domain.

The higher their cultivation, the more they cared about face, especially since they were beings of the Ancient Immortal Realm.

Under their manipulation, Divine Wuji charged directly towards the lightning vortex at the zenith of the Southern Domain’s heavenly world.

"Heh heh heh! Take this stick from your grandpa Monkey!"

At that moment, Qin Jun heard a phrase that set his blood boiling.

Immediately afterward, the seven-colored radiance within the thundercloud vortex surged explosively, and a figure donning golden armor, standing upon a rainbow-colored cloud, leaped forth.

With the golden cudgel held aloft in one hand, his figure seemed slightly slender, but his presence was so imposing that countless eyes were drawn to him.

Even with Qin Jun’s level of cultivation, he couldn’t discern the motions and features of the figure.

As if in just the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong struck with his stick faster than Divine Wuji could react, smashing it onto Divine Wuji’s forehead. The sound of bone-crushing echoed throughout heaven and earth.

The vast, mountainous figure of Divine Wuji was directly smashed downward, the resulting turbulent winds flipping the nearby floating islands, sending gales towards every corner of the Southern Domain’s heavenly world.

Boom!

Divine Wuji fell from the heavens of the Southern Domain, landing directly in the woods, instantly deforming the earth. Numerous cracks spread out in all directions with Divine Wuji at the center, turning into unfathomably deep canyons as a cloud of dust carrying the might of world’s end swept forth.

Countless mountains were submerged by the dust waves; trees flew wildly in the air like chaff.

The affected area reached thousands of miles!

Supreme Heaven Great Sage, Sun Wukong, with a single strike, shook the mountains and rivers!

Hiss—

Yang Jian, Nine-headed Insect, Sixth Golden Crow, Kua Fu, Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, Li Yuanba all inhaled sharply.

What terrifying power!

"This brat!"

In the heart of Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, huge waves of shock surged. He remembered in a previous life during their journey to the West, Sun Wukong was at his mercy, clapping along. How had he become so absurdly powerful now?

Li Yuanba, once the Giant Bird, and Nine-headed Insect who had also been enemies of Sun Wukong on the journey to the West, were now profoundly shocked to witness Sun Wukong strike Divine Wuji down to the mortal realm with a single blow from his staff.

"Is that a monkey demon?"

Black Butterfly Fairy’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief; could a monkey be this formidable?

Sun Wukong stood atop his Somersault Cloud, his right hand lifting the golden cudgel above his head. His golden armor shone with a cold light, while his red cloak fluttered loudly and incessantly behind him.

Strands of sunlight fell from the clouds above, shining on Sun Wukong, making him appear as if he were radiating rays of light.

He slowly lifted his head, his cheeks full of monkey fur, but his eyes were incredibly sharp. Two beams of golden light shot from his eyes, so intense that no one dared meet his gaze. His expression was resolute and fierce, his brows revealing an aura of defiance that soared to the heavens.

He was none other than the mythological hero of Huaxia, passed down through ages, the Supreme Heaven Great Sage, the Monkey King Sun Wukong!

Qin Jun gazed at Sun Wukong from afar, feeling a bit dizzy. This scene was more spectacular than any TV drama or movie, and even without musical scoring, Qin Jun felt his veins pulsing with excitement.

He couldn’t help but recall a line once said by Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, "The Emperor’s seat rotates, this year it’s at my house!"

It showed the innate rebelliousness and arrogance in Sun Wukong.

Considering that he only had a loyalty of fifty, Qin Jun started to ponder how to win over Sun Wukong and increase his loyalty.

"This..."

Zhu Bajie’s mouth hung open, unable to utter a word for quite some time. He finally understood that this Sun Wukong was not his big brother, but the Great Sage who had caused Havoc in Heaven.

He knew Qin Jun possessed the ability to alter time and space. Could it be that Sun Wukong was from another timeline that Qin Jun had sought out?

The thought alone sent a shiver down his spine.

In his life, the one he feared the most was Sun Wukong, specifically the Supreme Heaven Great Sage.

Back in Gao’s Manor, just hearing the name Sun Wukong had scared him into running away, a testament to the lasting trauma that Sun Wukong’s Havoc in Heaven had caused him.

Sun Wukong did not look towards the Holy City but instead gazed downward. His fiery eyes gave him exceptional vision, enabling him to see Divine Wuji struggling to rise.

Perching the golden cudgel on his shoulder, a grin spread across his face, sharp fangs peeking out from beneath his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty and savage cold smile.

Although Sun Wukong was the heroic idol of the Huaxia People, it was undeniable that he harbored a violent nature and even carried the demeanor of a demon.

Even in this world, he would likely offend powerful beings and be suppressed once more.

"What kind of Divine Power is this, why is his aura so chaotic?"

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, but compared to the Tathāgata who had previously suppressed him, Divine Wuji was far weaker, so he remained at ease.

At the same time, from within the ruins, Divine Wuji slowly rose, and twelve dark shadows quickly disappeared into his body.

"Detestable! To defy the will of gods and immortals!"

Twelve voices roared in unison from within Divine Wuji, the sound grating and chilling to the bone.