The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 693: Divine Bone

Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Divine Bone

"Don’t talk too much."

Bai Ze didn’t even glance at her, responding with a cold voice.

Hua Qijie couldn’t help but feel depressed. The fifty Imperial Guards around him had undergone special training, turning them into something akin to living dead, with expressionless faces and a chilling aura, making Hua Qijie and his two companions uneasy.

The black-clad young man following Hua Qijie was named Xia Jin, at the sixth level of the True Immortal Realm, and was considered a close friend to Hua Qijie, having gone through life and death together.

The other woman cultivator was called Tang Caijing, at the fourth level of the True Immortal Realm cultivation, and had a good relationship with Hua Qijie; otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed.

"I’ve dragged you into this," Hua Qijie turned and said to Xia Jin and Tang Caijing with a wry smile.

Tang Caijing seemed calm, while Xia Jin shook his head and said, "This is not your fault, and I can’t let you sacrifice yourself for us."

Hou Yi, Yang Jian, and Bai Ze pretended not to see, all looking straight ahead.

The three began to observe Yang Jian and the others, particularly when they saw Yang Jian and Hou Yi, they couldn’t help but feel their hearts pounding.

"These two are definitely Taiyi Realm powerhouses!"

Hua Qijie guessed in his heart, they might even be above the Taiyi Scattered Immortal Realm.

Although they were geniuses, in the Nether King Palace, they were merely considered to have potential, nowhere near the true peerless heavenly prodigies, hence they had not yet earned the qualification to interact with Daluo Realm powerhouses.

In their eyes, there was no difference between Taiyi Realm powerhouses and Daluo Realm powerhouses.

Either way, they were incredibly strong.

Meanwhile, inside the palanquin, Qin Jun had found the Night Blooming Cereus from his storage ring.

This had four petals, pitch black like ink, with its root system incredibly tough, akin to rock.

"Could this thing be poisonous?" Qin Jun murmured to himself, something so coveted by many surely couldn’t be simple.

Perhaps it was of no use to him, but it could also be a way to pass time.

"The Night Blooming Cereus is a sacred material for body tempering; no wonder the disciples of the Nether King Palace would fight over it. Such a treasure, even the Nether King Palace probably has few," Ji Yongsheng’s voice rang out, timely clearing Qin Jun’s doubts.

A sacred material for body tempering?

Qin Jun’s eyes lit up, and he immediately became joyful.

Like drugs, materials for body tempering have a tolerance effect, and he had nearly exhausted all such sacred materials in the Great Qin Heavenly Court. Now that a new body tempering material had emerged, how could he not be pleased?

...

In the northern part of the Central Wilderness, the power center of the Nether King Palace was located, surrounded by forests with iron-blue trees, looking very gloomy as far as the eye could see.

At the center of the forest lay a huge city named Nether King City, where none of the entering or exiting cultivators were below the True Immortal Realm.

Nether King City was the core of the Nether King Palace, and general disciples of the Palace had no right to enter or leave.

Inside the largest palace of the city, the palace master Wang Ci was sitting cross-legged practicing, his golden face and tiger-like eyes exuded a beastly oppression, his black robe fluttering nonstop with demonic energy, condensing into a powerful gust of wind.

The Nether King Palace was primarily demonic cultivators, and before becoming the master, Wang Ci was a great demon rampaging through the Central Wilderness.

"Master, that Li Si and Wang Jian are still refusing to speak. If we keep torturing them, they might die."

A streak of demonic energy flew into the great hall and quickly condensed into a human shape, kneeling on one knee before him.

This was a servant of the Nether King, directly under Wang Ci’s command.

Wang Ci continued his energy practice with both hands, but his eyes glared at the Nether King servant, barking, "What are you good for if you can’t even make two people talk?"

"My lord, I am incompetent!" The Nether King servant kowtowed.

"Forget it, send a message out. Half a month from now, execute Li Si and Wang Jian of Qin in Ancient Jicheng City, a hundred miles away, so everyone in the Central Wilderness can see!" Wang Ci’s eyes flickered.

Ever since Qin arrived in the Central Wilderness thousands of years ago, there were constant frictions with the Nether King Palace.

Recently, the Dragon Emperor developed his powers in the Central Wilderness and killed a Nether King Palace elder’s offspring. The details aside, the Nether King Palace naturally couldn’t let it go; it was a matter of face.

Therefore, the Dragon Emperor and the Nether King Palace started a war, and unexpectedly, Qin allied with the Dragon Emperor.

This time, with great difficulty, Wang Ci allied with the subordinates of the Demon Ancestor and captured Li Si and Wang Jian; he intended to use their deaths to force out the Dragon Emperor and Meng Tian!

"Yes!" the servant of the Nether King complied, preparing to leave immediately.

"Wait, has the Night-Blooming Tansy been found?" Wang Ci called out to him.

Wang Ci’s demonic power urgently needed the Night-Blooming Tansy to break through, which is why he mobilized the entire palace’s efforts to search for it.

"There’s still no news," the servant of the Nether King replied.

"Get out!" Wang Ci said irritably, an impulse to rampage brewing due to the series of frustrations.

The servant of the Nether King bowed and disappeared swiftly from the spot.

It was quite a while before Wang Ci managed to calm himself down. He took out a piece of yellow bone inscribed with strange characters and caressed it as if it were a lover.

"What is the origin of this divine bone? For the Demon Ancestor to give it to me so generously, there must be a conspiracy," he muttered to himself.

Wang Ci was puzzled. The Demon Ancestor had sent someone to help him deal with the Dragon Emperor and Qin, even bestowing him a divine bone.

He suddenly remembered the Demon Ancestor’s split body had been defeated by Tathāgata in the western regions.

"Could it be that he wants me to help him confront Tathāgata?" Wang Ci’s eyes flickered.

The split body of the Demon Ancestor, despite its cultivation of the Daluo Realm, still couldn’t match Tathāgata. Yet, here he was in the complete Golden Immortal Realm of the Daluo, certainly not foolish enough to confront Tathāgata head-on.

But faced with the Demon Ancestor, Wang Ci found it hard to refuse, considering the considerable gap in power between the Nether King Palace and the Demon’s Ruins.

"Troublesome times, I fear the Great Tribulation is upon us..." Wang Ci whispered, a look of worry spreading across his face.

Every Great Tribulation plunged the whole world into chaos.

Few forces had good outcomes, with not many lasting till the end.

...

In the blink of an eye, six days hurried by.

"A few hundred miles ahead, we’ll be in the Central Wasteland."

Hua Qijie, though appearing calm, was extremely nervous as he pointed ahead.

He was afraid these mysterious people would turn on them once they served their purpose.

Xia Jin and Tang Caijing said nothing, but both were clenching their fists tightly.

Bai Ze nodded and then turned to the golden palanquin at the front and asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do with them?"

At these words, Hua Qijie and the other two became even more anxious, beads of sweat the size of peas forming on their foreheads.

Their gazes were fixated on the opulent golden palanquin, and they couldn’t help but swallow nervously.

During these days, they had not seen Qin Jun leave the palanquin, and they were still completely in the dark about his and his companions’ identities.

"Let them go. I am not one to kill indiscriminately, and besides, I want the Central Wasteland to know that I have arrived!"

Qin Jun’s voice drifted out, causing Hua Qijie and the others to let out a sigh of relief while also stirring a strange emotion within them.

The man was incredibly bold!

"Go on!"

Bai Ze glanced at them and spoke softly.

Relieved, Hua Qijie and his companions immediately leaped up and flew towards the ground.

Just after taking off, Hua Qijie suddenly stopped, turned around and asked insistently with gritted teeth, "You want the Central Wasteland to know you’ve come—may we know your name?"

He was clever, instantly guessing that Qin Jun wanted to spread the news through their mouths.

Upon hearing this, Xia Jin and Tang Caijing also stopped, equally curious about Qin Jun’s identity.

"Great Qin Heavenly Court, Holy Emperor of Qin!"

The nine dragons pulled the palanquin towards the heavens, while Yang Jian and the others followed swiftly into the clouds. Qin Jun’s voice carried over, striking Hua Qijie and the others like thunder, leaving them with their mouths agape, faces filled with disbelief.