The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 720: Nether Lord Mythology

Chapter 720: Chapter 720: Nether Lord Mythology

"Is this the rhythm of inheritance?"

Qin Jun secretly harbored expectations, thinking that Nether Lord City, which was even more ancient than Ji Yongsheng, must be extraordinary.

Nether Lord City...

Nether Lord?

Qin Jun couldn’t help but associate it with the vast voice that had just echoed in his ears, and at this moment, a surge of overwhelming spiritual energy transmitted from the fate nucleus in his chest.

The closest, Bai Ze and Yang Jian, were directly blown away.

Dragon Emperor, Wang Jian, Wen Zhong, and Meng Tian widened their eyes. Under their watch, Qin Jun slowly rose into the air, with the brilliance bursting from the fate nucleus on his chest becoming more and more dazzling, soon engulfing Qin Jun’s form.

A terrifying presence, seemingly from the ancient Primordial Chaos, erupted from within Qin Jun, causing even Hou Yi and the Double-pupil Bird in the sky to instinctively turn their heads to look.

"Hahahaha! This king has returned to the world of mortals!"

A crazed laughter emanated from within Qin Jun; to be precise, it came from the fate nucleus.

The crowd’s complexion drastically changed, and Hou Yi immediately flew toward Qin Jun, trying to rescue him, but was directly repelled by the bright light from the outside.

Ss—

Yang Jian and the others drew a sharp breath, even the mighty Hou Yi was repelled, what exactly was that thing?

The tremors of Nether Lord City grew more violent, with chunks of debris falling like rain, and everyone could feel Qin Jun’s aura skyrocketing.

"What’s going on?"

Qin Jun internally exclaimed in shock, damn it, system, don’t screw me over!

"Don’t worry!" the system quickly replied, causing Qin Jun’s heart to race with all kinds of Divine Beasts.

Are you even capable of comforting others!

While cursing in his mind, Qin Jun felt an increasing heat in his chest, as if something was about to burst forth.

"What to do, we must think of a way to save His Majesty quickly!"

Yang Jian urgently pressed Bai Ze, who usually seemed unflappable; why was she silent now?

Bai Ze frowned deeply, she too was at a loss for what to do; if even Hou Yi could not save Qin Jun, she certainly couldn’t.

"Hahahaha! This king will make you wretched creatures regret! Even if you become gods or immortals, this king will obliterate both your form and spirit, never to rise again!"

That frenzied laughter sounded again, and as soon as the words fell, a black shadow burst forth from the fate nucleus on Qin Jun’s chest. It carried a strong light and detached from Qin Jun, speeding through the dust clouds above at an incredibly fast rate, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Qin Jun felt drained and collapsed, his body limp, with the fate nucleus still embedded in his chest shining brightly before the light faded away, leaving it resembling a purple crystal, about as large as a human head.

Bai Ze swiftly caught the falling Qin Jun, and the others quickly gathered around.

At this moment, Qin Jun’s eyes were hollow, but he was still breathing, seemingly caught in some special state.

His consciousness was clear, but his body simply couldn’t move, and the Ziwei Emperor Star Dao Fruits inside him began spinning rapidly.

The purple flame pattern between his eyebrows emerged once again, twisting as if it was real fire.

"What’s happening?" Dragon Emperor asked anxiously.

Hou Yi frowned deeply—he, too, couldn’t see through the situation. Bai Ze held Qin Jun in her arms, sensing that not only was Qin Jun’s vitality undiminished, it was actually growing. The magical power inside him was expanding at an eerie speed.

Elsewhere.

With a bang!

The globe of light that had escaped from the fate nucleus shattered the pinnacle of the central tower of Nether Lord City, reaching the void above. As the strong light vanished, a soul’s form appeared; one could only see its eyes, the actual face unclear, the body pitch black, like smoke.

"Hahahahahaha—"

The shadowy soul laughed wildly, its voice reverberating through heaven and earth, making all the creatures still fighting turn their heads towards it.

Even Donghuang Taiyi looked over with a strange expression on his face.

"After so many tens of thousands of years! I, the Nether Lord, have returned!"

The shadowy spirit laughed wildly, unperturbed, as the name of the Nether Lord stirred the emotions of many monks.

"The Nether Lord? Is it true or false?"

"Isn’t the Nether Lord just a legend? Could he really exist?"

"His aura is so strong... Is he really this powerful just in his Primordial Spirit state?"

"No, that’s not right, he’s in the form of a divine soul, a Primordial Spirit can’t stay away from its body for long."

"I didn’t expect myths to actually exist. Or is he just creating an illusion of mystery?"

The monks discussed in amazement, as this world also had its myths and legends.

The Nether Lord was one of them; legend had it that long ago, when the Human Clan was just established, there was a strong figure named the Nether Lord. He and his younger brother, Chang Shang, were the protective deities of the Human Clan at the time, until one day, the Nether Lord mysteriously disappeared, leaving the Human Clan to rely solely on Chang Shang.

Both the Nether Lord and Chang Shang were great heros in the rise of the Human Clan, with immortal great merit.

But compared to Chang Shang, the Nether Lord was less well-known.

Their legends were ancient, and without them, the Human Clan would have been obliterated by the myriad clans of the ancient times.

The Saint Court had offended the celestial gods, so records about the Saint Court were erased, but Chang Shang and the Nether Lord were different, more ancient, like ancestors. Some even said that Chang Shang and the Nether Lord had both become celestial gods.

So when the Nether Lord revealed his name, it immediately caused an uproar among the Human Clan monks.

"The Nether Lord?"

Donghuang Taiyi’s eyes flickered. After arriving in this world, he also made it a point to learn about many ancient texts of the Human Clan, as this place wasn’t Primordial Chaos where the Witch and Demon Clans dominated, but here the Human Clan was revered, the spirit of heaven and earth.

The Nether Lord laughed unrestrainedly, his momentum growing increasingly, disturbing the rumbling thunderclouds to sweep in, with thunder booming.

A deluge of majestic pressure burst forth, causing countless beings to change color.

Even Hou Yi and others within Nether Lord City were shockingly looking up.

"This aura... has far surpassed even that of a Daluo immortal..."

Hou Yi said with a trembling voice, causing Yang Jian and others to shudder with alarm, their scalps numbing.

How powerful must a being be to far surpass a Daluo immortal?

They could feel that the pressure was coming from the divine soul that had just flown out of Qin Jun’s body, which made them feel unease, as if they had caused a disaster of epic proportions.

No wonder Nether Lord City was riddled with layers of dangers, it turns out it wasn’t to prevent creatures from grave robbing.

But to prevent that very divine soul from escaping.

If the divine soul alone carried such pressure, how powerful must the real body be?

The Nether Lord laughed for a long time before gradually stopping. He didn’t suppress his own aura, and the thunderclouds above his head revolved, with lightning continuously striking down. But before it could touch him, it dissipated automatically, eerily.

"This sense of freedom..."

The Nether Lord opened his arms, his tone filled with intoxication and nostalgia.

"The Nether Lord? Such arrogance from a mere divine soul?"

Donghuang Taiyi’s cold voice came through, causing the Nether Lord to turn around, and then his pupils contracted, as he saw that Donghuang Taiyi had already reached behind him.

The two were less than two meters apart!

This distance was extremely dangerous!

The Nether Lord, frightened by reflex, retreated several meters, his eyes full of wariness.

Donghuang Taiyi said with a mocking smile on his face, "The legendary Nether Lord is so cowardly?"

The Donghuang Taiyi summoned by the system was not the Human Clan’s Heavenly Emperor but the Demon Emperor of Primordial Chaos, the king of the Demon Clan. He held no reverence for the mythology of the Human Clan, even challenging it.

He wanted to see just how strong the legendary Nether Lord was.

"You’re courting death!"

The Nether Lord, infuriated with shame, shouted and immediately charged at Donghuang Taiyi. His power, far surpassing that of a Daluo immortal, allowed him as a divine soul to tear through space and throw a punch at Donghuang Taiyi’s face.