The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 762: The World’s Attention

Chapter 762: Chapter 762: The World’s Attention

The combined Xing Tian of various mythological legends!

Qin Jun was thrilled—Xing Tian was really going to take on heaven itself!

"System, merge the five chances for the God and Demon instance!"

He fiercely suppressed his excitement as he urged inwardly, with Xing Tian’s appearance, he would have two super powerful entities with complete Daluo-level Immortal Realm cultivation under his command.

Kua Fu also possessed late-stage Daluo-level Immortal Realm cultivation!

Looking at the entire world, who could he fear?

Apart from Donghuang Taiyi, Taoist Randeng, and Tathāgata at his peak, he guessed that only the top three on the Dominance Leaderboard among the local powerhouses could pose a threat to him.

Thinking of this, Qin Jun couldn’t help but laugh out loud, causing Liu Ruolai, who was beside him, to open her eyes groggily. She rubbed her eyes, adjusted to a more comfortable position, and lay on the bed in the carriage, her head resting on Qin Jun’s legs, a sweet smile on her face from the comfort.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for using five God and Demon instance chances to merge into one God and Demon summoning chance!"

The system’s notification almost made Qin Jun spit blood.

Another God and Demon summoning chance!

After the merger, there was a fifty percent chance to become a designated summoning chance, but both times for him were ordinary God and Demon summoning chances, making him question his own luck.

Indeed, the heavens are fair; granting him unparalleled handsomeness while also diminishing his luck.

Qin Jun stroked his chin, pondering whether he should continue summoning or not.

For now, he’d better save it—summoning a useless creature would be no fun.

Perhaps in a critical moment, he might summon a super powerful entity to save the day.

Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Kua Fu, Xiang Yu taking on Tathāgata shouldn’t be difficult... right?

Qin Jun was somewhat unsure—if Xing Tian were at his peak, perhaps he could take on Tathāgata at his peak.

But Qin Jun didn’t dare use the God and Demon peak chance on Xing Tian.

Xing Tian was a being who dared to slay the Heavenly Emperor!

Utter lawlessness!

"I hope that Tathāgata doesn’t cheat and his injuries don’t heal too quickly," Qin Jun muttered, touching his chin. After speaking, he spat at himself.

A jinxer!

...

The armies of the Great Qin heavenly court set forth to the Western Regions!

This news spread like a storm throughout the world because Tathāgata and the Holy Emperor of Qin were two lords whose influences had grown extremely strong recently. Furthermore, such a battle between the top lords had rarely occurred in the past thousand years, igniting excitement amongst innumerable beings.

"I bet on the Holy Emperor of Qin to win!"

"Bullshit! Do you have any idea how strong Tathāgata is? The Western Regions are just a small place, yet he forcefully climbed to number forty-seven on the Dominance Leaderboard through his own prowess!"

"Cut it out. The Holy Emperor of Qin has three Daluo-level Immortals under his command!"

"Has the Holy Emperor of Qin, reincarnated god of war, ever been defeated since his rise?"

"Heh, just wait for the Holy Emperor of Qin to die under Tathāgata’s feet!"

The entire world was discussing, dividing into two camps, each supporting one side. Many powerhouses rushed to the Western Regions not wanting to miss this epochal battle. The various major powers also dispatched scouts one after another.

For a time, the winds of change surged throughout the world.

Some even said that this battle might trigger the Great Tribulation, with various speculations abounding.

...

In the Central Wilderness, Nether King City.

Towering on the roof, Sima Mengmo gazed at the sky and murmured, "The great battle has finally begun."

She had no doubt that Qin Jun would lose; unknowingly, in her heart, Qin Jun had become synonymous with invincibility.

Each time she thought of this, she comforted herself.

"He is the reincarnated god of war, not the same as us mere mortals..."

Only by comforting herself this way would she feel better.

Clearly, she was on the verge of collapse due to Qin Jun’s relentless pressure.

...

In the Donghuang Territory, within the Demon Emperor Palace.

In the grand hall, the Demon King of Bull knelt down and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the Holy Emperor of Qin has already led his troops towards the Western Domain. The great battle will soon commence!"

Upon hearing this, the dozens of Demon Kings under the hall started discussing among themselves.

Even the Demon Clan was greatly interested in the impending battle between the Holy Emperor of Qin and Tathāgata.

"Oh? So soon? It seems the Holy Emperor of Qin is quite confident," Donghuang Taiyi remarked with raised eyebrows and a smile.

He had been paying close attention to both Tathāgata and the Holy Emperor of Qin, as both were emerging leaders whose fame ran neck and neck with his own—especially the Holy Emperor of Qin, who was the subject of more talk than the rest.

Because this lad just loved to court trouble: he trampled over the God Temple, Nether King Palace, slaughtered a Demon ancestor, and even scared away the Ghost King Sima Mengmo. He truly had the audacity of the heavens.

"Demon King of Bull, take some men to the Western Domain to have a look, and assist the Holy Emperor of Qin depending on the situation," Donghuang Taiyi instructed, unaware that the Demon King of Bull had already defected to Qin Jun.

Because he had looked into the enmity between the Demon King of Bull and Qin Jun beforehand, it was nearly a fight to the death.

However, he had never considered that there was one thing called the "system."

"As you command!"

The Demon King of Bull replied in a deep voice, immediately rising and withdrawing.

...

In the Immortal Realm.

Zun Rudao sat in the chief seat with furrowed brows, while the elders likewise had faces clouded with worry.

The Black Butterfly Fairy laughed helplessly, "What’s with those expressions? You’re not the ones going into battle."

The elders felt somewhat embarrassed, for they could detect the mockery in the Black Butterfly Fairy’s tone.

During the recent crises at the God Temple, they, the elders, were like decorations, completely useless.

"Whether the Holy Emperor of Qin wins or Tathāgata does, it’s detrimental to our God Temple," Zun Rudao said with a shake of his head, a bitter smile on his stern face.

He was now regretting having taken the position of palace lord.

The God Temple was on the verge of being overshadowed by both the Great Qin and the Western Domain. All eyes were skipping over them and focusing on the Great Qin and the Western Domain instead. Who could be happy with such disregard?

Being ignored was the most humiliating situation.

"Pray that if the Holy Emperor of Qin wins, I can still protect you. Being overshadowed is better than destruction, isn’t it?" scoffed the Black Butterfly Fairy, clearly on Qin Jun’s side, which left the elders at a loss for words.

Zun Rudao’s mouth twitched; he truly wanted to step down as palace lord and return to cultivate in the Celestial Selection Residence.

"Should we aid the Holy Emperor of Qin?" an elder asked timidly.

Zun Rudao’s gaze flickered, and he did not answer immediately.

...

On the border of the Western Domain, at dusk, Red Cloud floated high in the sky, resembling blood staining the heavens.

Beneath the pass wall, a river of unknown length meandered below, seemingly flowing towards the ends of the earth. At its end, the majestic beauty of the setting sun over the long river was captivating.

The ramparts were filled with soldiers. In the Western Domain, not all cultivators were monks; of course, becoming a disciple of Buddhism was the easiest way to gain strength.

Atop a watchtower, Sun Wukong, clad in iron armor, held his golden cudgel and stood silently, uttering not a word.

E’zang suddenly appeared beside him, sitting on the rubble, and said softly with a laugh, "Wukong, facing the Great Qin soon, what are your thoughts?"

"Kill."

Sun Wukong uttered a single word, his murderous intent chilling to the bone.

E’zang shook his head with a sigh, murmuring to himself, "Is the path I seek the right one?"

Seeing Sun Wukong in such a pitiable state, his mind not even clear, what was the point of becoming a Buddha?

Sun Wukong did not interject, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and fierce light, visible through his iron mask, turned towards the horizon.

Under the afterglow of dusk, his silhouette appeared indescribably desolate.

"Who am I... What is the purpose of my existence..."

Sun Wukong began to mutter to himself, prompting E’zang to look up at him and chuckle, "Confused again."