The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 768: The Lower Xing Tian

Chapter 768: Chapter 768: The Lower Xing Tian

An hour passed swiftly.

The army continued to advance into the interior of the Western Region. The legion led by Qin Jun, with soldiers generally above the Transforming Void Realm in cultivation, could travel from the Southern Domain in just one day. Although the journey from the border of the Western Region to Leiyin Buddha Temple would also not take too long, constant warfare along the way was bound to cause delays.

Meanwhile, at Leiyin Buddha Temple.

Below the temple, the towering peak reaching into the clouds was named Spirit Mountain by the Tathāgata. At the base of the mountain, the figures of Buddhist disciples were scattered about, sitting cross-legged on the ground in circular formations. A sweeping glance revealed that there were at least several hundred thousand of them, chanting scriptures in unison, an incredibly spectacular sight.

Suspended above Leiyin Buddha Temple was a Golden Buddha, none other than Tathāgata himself, whose frame was larger than the entirety of Leiyin Buddha Temple, and whose chanting was the loudest.

The atmosphere was solemn, filled with a sense of tension that preceded battle.

Tathāgata’s eyes remained closed, his face serious, evoking reverence in the hearts of those who saw him.

Boom!

At that moment, the ground in front of Leiyin Buddha Temple suddenly split open, and a man in black, carrying Sun Wukong, burst forth from the earth. Sun Wukong was covered in blood, collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, without the strength to even stand.

The hundreds of thousands of disciples, not hearing Tathāgata continue his chanting, involuntarily looked up towards Spirit Mountain. Tathāgata also opened his eyes and frowned, murmuring, "So grievously wounded, could it have been Hou Yi’s doing?"

"No, it was Xiang Yu," the man in black spoke, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a scar across his cheek, ordinary-looking, the kind who would be impossible to find once lost in a crowd.

Upon hearing this, Tathāgata’s frown deepened; he had not expected Xiang Yu to be so strong.

The last time they had clashed, he had gauged Xiang Yu’s strength, and Xiang Yu shouldn’t have been able to defeat Sun Wukong as he was at the moment.

What he didn’t know was that Xiang Yu was entwined with the merit of a previous life, getting stronger with each passing second.

"When will Lord Xu arrive?" Tathāgata asked the man in black.

"The Lord is already on his way and should arrive within half a day at most," the man in black replied softly.

Tathāgata nodded lightly, understanding that someone he addressed as a Lord was likely part of a prestigious power, possibly the Six Halls.

Then, Tathāgata waved his hand, and golden radiance fell upon Sun Wukong, with specks of starlight penetrating into Sun Wukong’s pores.

The sight made the man in black frown, as even with his Daluo-level Immortal Realm cultivation, he could not comprehend the mysteries of Tathāgata’s technique.

"Awaken, Wukong, you can fight once more."

Tathāgata spoke gently, his tone compassionate as if he were waking a newborn.

As his words fell, Sun Wukong’s body started to tremble, and soon, his eyes beneath the iron mask snapped open, emitting two flashes of blood-red light that pierced the clouds. Sun Wukong thrust his legs, flipping back onto his feet, creating a crater as he landed.

"Kill..."

Sun Wukong growled softly, like a chill wind blowing into the hearts of the hundreds of thousands of Buddhist disciples, causing them to shiver.

No one dared to whisper, only looking up at Sun Wukong atop Spirit Mountain with a mix of respect, mockery, ridicule, and sympathy.

His flesh stained with blood, even his iron mask smeared with streaks of it, Sun Wukong exuded a violent, desolate air.

As if the heavens and earth aged, yet he could still fight on.

"A true Supreme Heaven Great Sage," the man in black murmured to himself.

He admired in his heart how Tathāgata had found himself an excellent disciple.

Sun Wukong turned towards Leiyin Buddha Temple and knelt halfway, silent, resembling a puppet.

Tathāgata said no more, and the man in black settled himself under an old tree to meditate, waiting for the arrival of the Great Qin Heavenly Court.

...

Before I knew it, half a day had hurried by.

The mighty army of the Great Qin Heavenly Court swept through lands effortlessly, causing kingdoms to tremble and imperial dynasties to surrender without a fight.

"I am Xing Tian, here to pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Qin Jun, who was practicing his cultivation, was suddenly awoken by a domineering voice and immediately joy spread across his face as he hurried out of his palanquin.

Xing Tian had finally arrived!

At the same time, Hou Yi and Kua Fu were so excited that they trembled all over. According to the Primordial Chaos mythology, Xing Tian was a second-generation Great Witch, born later than Hou Yi and Kua Fu, but the three knew each other. In this strange land, how could they not be thrilled to encounter a third descendant of the Witch Clan?

Yang Jian, Nine-headed Insect, Tang Sanzang, Nezha, Li Jing, Li Yuanba, Xiang Yu, and all the gods and demons with memories of their past lives had their expressions change dramatically.

Xing Tian!

The last Great Witch of the Witch Clan and the most powerful among them, he surpassed his predecessors and was a unique existence throughout the ages!

It was said that Chi You was also a Great Witch, though it was uncertain, but the strength of Chi You was definitely not inferior to Xing Tian. He fought against the Yellow Emperor alongside Xing Tian and met a tragic end. Had he won, perhaps the descendants would not be the children of Huaxia but those of Chi You.

To the gods and demons who had experienced the Investiture of the Gods and the tribulations of the Journey to the West, Xing Tian was undoubtedly a legend.

A man like a god, his influence even surpassed that of Hou Yi and Kua Fu!

Both Hou Yi and Kua Fu died during the Great Catastrophe of Witches and Demons, but Xing Tian alone, even after being beheaded, kept swinging his military tools in battle, his fighting spirit influencing countless creatures for generations to come.

Following their gaze, one could see a towering man clad in beast skins blocking the way of the army. He was over thirty feet tall, a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right, his black hair flaming like wild fire. His presence across the void exerted an oppressive feeling, as if he were an uncrossable rift in the heavens.

As he slowly lifted his head, his bold and handsome square face was revealed, with thick eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, exhibiting a natural fierceness. His bronze skin made his muscles appear as if they were forged from steel.

Hou Yi and Kua Fu were the first to fly out to meet him.

"Xing Tian, do you remember us?" Hou Yi asked with a trembling voice, while Kua Fu was equally overcome with emotion. The sight of the three towering figures standing together stirred a buzz among the soldiers.

According to the orthodox mythology, Xing Tian, Hou Yi, and Kua Fu had no connection.

However, with the later widespread of the Primordial Chaos system, Hou Yi and Kua Fu were considered first-generation Great Witches, that is, the first batch of Great Witches formed from the essence of the twelve Ancestral Witches, while Xing Tian was a second-generation Great Witch, belonging to the second batch.

Later TV adaptations claimed that Hou Yi was the son of the ancient war god Xing Tian, which was pure nonsense.

Most gods and demons summoned by the system aligned with the Primordial Chaos system. After reaching the pinnacle of God and Demon, every god and demon would consider the experiences from various mythology versions as memories of reincarnation.

Xing Tian had memories of being a Great Witch, of beheading the Heavenly Emperor, and of his decisive battle with the Yellow Emperor, as if he had been reincarnated three times.

So facing Hou Yi and Kua Fu, he smiled and said softly, "My brothers, it has been a long time!"

Being a second-generation Great Witch didn’t mean that Xing Tian was the junior of Hou Yi and Kua Fu.

All Great Witches were formed from the essence of the Ancestral Witches, and the second-generation Great Witches were the same.

Even if Great Witches tried to replicate the Ancestral Witches by using their essence to create descendants, it was difficult to produce witch warriors with the innate talent of Great Witches, just as the twelve Ancestral Witches were born from the essence of Pangu, but compared to Pangu, they fell short.

Of course, the Witch Clan also reproduced, but the bloodline of the warriors they produced became increasingly diluted over time.

"How did you come to be here?" Kua Fu asked, barely containing his excitement.

Xing Tian shrugged with a smile and, looking at Qin Jun who was approaching from behind, he bowed with hands clasped and said with a chuckle, "I am Xing Tian, and upon hearing of Your Majesty’s campaign in the Western Regions, I have come to pay homage and offer my support!"

Unlike Hou Yi and Kua Fu, who placed great importance on their relationship within the Witch Clan, Xing Tian, with memories of beheading the Heavenly Emperor, was inherently more domineering and proud. Memories of several lifetimes of reincarnation meant that his feelings for his two brothers weren’t very deep.