The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 822

Chapter 822: 822

"In this chaotic world, how should our God Temple conduct itself?"

Zun Rudao said with a headache, and no one answered him. Their mood at this moment was no different from that of the Nether King Palace.

Once the Nine Emperors appeared, their God Temple was doomed to fade into obscurity.

Future generations will not know of the six palaces and three domains, only of the Nine Emperors.

Thus, they harbored extreme hatred toward the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

The move by the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny directly offended most of the six palaces and three domains, but no one dared to curse him because he was the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, the strongest being of the age.

Those who had once defied the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny or the forces against him had all vanished into the long river of history.

"No worries, we have a Little Overlord among us, who is even more audacious than him. Compared with King Yan, he still falls short." The Black Butterfly Fairy said with a covered laugh.

Hearing this, the eyes of the elders and executives lit up.

Usually, they resented Qin Jun, but now, thinking of him, they experienced a sense of security.

Compared to King Yan, Qin Jun had trampled on more Dominance Leaders and was more audacious!

"Ah, I really want to resign from the position of palace lord and return to the Hall of Destiny to cultivate in peace. The struggle for power really isn’t for me."

Zun Rudao sighed, alarming everyone into a frenzy.

"Palace lord, you can’t leave us! Without you, our God Temple is truly finished!"

"Yes! Our God Temple currently only has you as a Daluo. If you leave, we might as well hang up our armor and return to the fields..."

"Empty words! Palace lord, you can’t say such things again in the future!"

"Exactly, don’t worry, palace lord. We will advance or retreat together with you!"

Listening to the persuasion of the crowd, Zun Rudao found it both sad and funny, and once again looked towards the Black Butterfly Fairy with a gaze full of quiet resentment.

If it weren’t for the Black Butterfly Fairy seeking him out, he would have never come back to be the palace lord.

The position of palace lord was too suffocating, with the Holy Emperor of Qin watching from within and other Dominance Leaders eyeing him greedily from without.

In any case, he was filled with regret.

"Let’s just wait and see; the Netherworld would at most target King Yan Palace, otherwise both the Hall of Heavenly Destiny and the Hall of Destiny would become restless, and the Nether Emperor, no matter how strong, must hold back in the face of the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny," the Black Butterfly Fairy said with a smile, not a bit worried.

Normally, talking about the first and second is full of uncertainties.

But when it comes to the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny and the Nether Emperor, no one believes that the Nether Emperor is a match for the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, because the Nether Emperor has lost to him too many times. If not for the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny’s appreciation for him, the Nether Emperor would’ve long perished in the Netherworld, let alone become the ruler of the Nether.

Listening to her, everyone agreed that it made sense; the worry on their faces instantly washed away.

The upper echelons of the God Temple confirmed an ancient Huaxia saying: one lives in adversity and dies in ease.

...

In the Southern Domain’s Heavenly World.

The news of the battle in the Demon Ruins had already spread, and the various floating islands were discussing the matter.

Inside the Saint Empress’s bedchamber.

"King Yan? Where did this new Dominance Leader spring from?" Daji frowned and murmured. You Fenghuang, munching on pastries on the side, shrugged and said, "Not sure. He came out of nowhere, and after this battle, he’s likely to ascend into the top ten of the Dominance Leaderboard."

Liu Ruolai, listening to their exchange, couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Could it be His Majesty? He has been missing lately, hasn’t he?"

At this remark, Daji and You Fenghuang exchanged a glance.

The conduct of King Yan was exactly like that of Qin Jun, but what was key was how much that black-robed monk resembled Tathāgata?

"Shouldn’t be, right? King Yan Palace is so strong. Have you seen which generals His Majesty has transferred?" You Fenghuang said hesitantly.

Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Bai Ze, Sun Wukong, Kua Fu, and other top fighters hadn’t left the Great Qin Celestial Court, so how could Qin Jun possibly go off alone to create another power?

As for Liu Chenxiang, they overlooked him. After joining the Great Qin Celestial Court, Liu Chenxiang had barely made a mark and was soon forgotten by them.

"Let’s wait for His Majesty to return and then ask," Daji said with a shake of her head and a smile. She truly couldn’t believe that Qin Jun had secretly established another force.

From the battle at the Demon Ruins, it was evident that King Yan Palace was on par with the Great Qin Celestial Court.

Where would Qin Jun find so much energy?

Even if he had it, where would the resources and manpower come from?

The Great Qin Heavenly Court was already a miracle.

Not only the harem, but civil and military officials were also discussing it.

All were amazed by Yan Emperor’s tactics, and some even said the Holy Emperor finally met his match.

...

"Report! A strange woman has come from outside the west city, claiming to be Drought, and she has come to pay tribute to Your Majesty!"

Inside the palace, Qin Jun, slightly drunk, was awakened by a soldier.

The rest of the people in the hall were also intoxicated; they had been drinking a spiritual wine stored in King Yan City for who knows how long. Earth Immortals could fall asleep for a hundred years with just one sip, while mortals would explode and die from a single drop.

Drought?

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s body jolted awake, and he hurriedly got up and walked toward the outside of the hall.

Yang Chan and the Zhenwu Emperor widened their eyes and followed him.

They, possessing memories of previous lives, had heard the name Drought. They wondered if it could be a coincidence or just a homonym.

The remaining elders looked at each other, and then also followed.

Who could cause such a great reaction from His Majesty?

A group of people majestically flew towards the western city gate, drawing the curiosity of many creatures in the city.

Could there be another war?

On the other hand, in front of the west city gate, a figure stood quietly. Her skin was green-black, incredibly stark. She was wrapped in black clothes that clung to her body, her dry hair casually draped over her shoulders. Although she had a curvaceous figure and delicate features, her skin color deterred people from approaching.

It was the ancestor of zombies, Drought.

Legend had it that where she passed, not a blade of grass would grow.

Of course, the vicinity of King Yan City already lacked grass to begin with, so the effect wasn’t apparent. Perhaps Drought could also control it at will.

"Why hasn’t your emperor come out yet?"

Drought huffed coldly, clearly growing impatient.

After all, she was a being who had perfected the Daluo Immortal Realm. These minions dared not let her in.

The soldiers on the city wall looked at each other with no one answering.

Looking so terrifying, who would dare let Drought in?

Soon, Qin Jun and the others arrived. Seeing Drought, their pupils shrank. Only Qin Jun warmly flew down to personally welcome her.

With a loyalty of ninety-one percent from Drought, he naturally wasn’t afraid that she would harm him.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. My name is Drought, and I wish to join you. However, I am a being of disaster. Do you dare to take me in?" Drought bowed with a hum, her tone slightly provocative.

The Zhenwu Emperor landed behind Qin Jun, not concealing his aura in the least, prompting Drought to look at him in surprise.

"Daluo Immortal Realm in its late stage, not bad at all!" Drought said with a covered laugh.

Qin Jun’s mouth twitched; this woman seemed somewhat troublesome!

"Amitabha."

Just then, Tathāgata’s voice came from within the city, causing Drought’s heart to throb, her eyes to widen, and her heart to surge with astonishment.

The sound of Tathāgata made her feel as if her soul were trembling.

Definitely an existence beyond the Daluo Immortal!

Was there such a powerful being in King Yan City?

She had just been summoned and was unaware of the previous great battle.

Seeing her shocked expression, Qin Jun felt a secret thrill. Tathāgata really knew how to gauge the situation.

"What wouldn’t I dare to do!"

Qin Jun laughed heartily, his heart even more arrogantly thinking that he intended to not only take her in but also her father!

The Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns were bound to be summoned by him in the future to seal the borders across three thousand worlds!