The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 848: Destiny Battles the Old Master

Chapter 848: Chapter 848: Destiny Battles the Old Master

Dare you ascend to the heavens and battle?

All who heard this couldn’t help but draw in a cool breath. Who would dare to accept the challenge? The opponent was none other than the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny!

An invincible existence, the mightiest being who had galloped across the heavens and earth for tens of thousands of years!

Both the Sword Master and the Nether Emperor furrowed their brows, and Tathāgata narrowed his eyes.

Whether it was Taiyi or the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, both were far stronger than them, and they too were curious about the kind of sparks that would fly if the two were to engage in battle.

"Why would I not dare?"

Taiyi swung the Dust Brush, calmly retorting, his detachment from fame and profit not equating to a fear of strife.

Such a bland statement, yet it conveyed an unmatched pride.

He did not fear the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny!

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny’s smile deepened, and his figure slowly ascended, not speaking further, but his actions clearly expressing his stance.

Taiyi followed suit, ascending into the skies toward the thundercloud-filled Cangqiong.

Qin Jun felt a flicker of nervousness in his heart, uncertain whether Taiyi could defeat the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

A man’s reputation precedes him, and the name of the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was indeed too illustrious, just like that of Taiyi in his prime; he certainly would not have been concerned.

"Your Majesty, offending the Hall of Heavenly Destiny now might not be wise," Tathāgata said softly, while at the same time, Taiyi and the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, standing in opposition, flew into the midst of the thunderclouds and disappeared from view.

Qin Jun shook his head and replied, "Are you still not confident in Taiyi’s strength? Moreover, we are not afraid!"

Upon hearing this, Tathāgata’s brows furrowed even more deeply. Qin Jun’s words seemed to suggest a profound understanding of their former lives, and coupled with thoughts of the Dragon Emperor, the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey, and other gods and demons, his thoughts became jumbled.

Boom——

Soon after, an earth-shattering boom came from the thunderclouds above, an overwhelming oppressive force sweeping across the entire world. All creatures looked up to see the rolling thunderclouds churning like the ocean in a storm, an immensely spectacular sight.

Though they could not see the battle between the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny and Taiyi, the aura of conflict sent chills down the spines of countless beings.

The ruined land trembled continuously as if struck by an earthquake.

"Too terrible, there’s someone who can actually battle the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny!"

"Looking at this situation, it’s clear that a victor won’t be determined easily or anytime soon!"

"Taiyi? Was that the name he mentioned just now?"

"Who would have thought this battle would be so epoch-making."

"After today, the top ten of the Dominance Leaderboard will change! King Yan will climb to high ranks with just the help of his subordinates!"

The creatures were all discussing animatedly, shocked.

Qin Jun, however, remained unfazed. He never feared the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny and wasn’t afraid even if Taiyi were to lose.

He still had a trump card, Patriarch Bodhi!

With Sun Wukong conquering Patriarch Bodhi, it was only a matter of time before Patriarch Bodhi would serve him.

"Two freaks..." the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey muttered, looking up at the Cangqiong.

At the same time, the Nether Emperor had already prepared an entrance to the Netherworld, allowing the Netherworld Soldiers to quickly pour in, while he himself looked up into the sky as if he could pierce through the layers of thunderclouds and see the battle between Taiyi and the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

Zhenwu Emperor, the Six-Eared Macaque, and other members of King Yan Palace also began to gather around Qin Jun.

Gazing out, desolation filled the view, the entire land fractured, countless chasms exposed, bodies strewn everywhere, and blood staining the surface red.

"Uh..."

Just then, Randeng suddenly let out a muffled grunt, drawing the attention of Qin Jun and Tathāgata, who looked down to see him slowly opening his eyes, his gaze somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, Randeng’s mind was groggy, as if he had dreamt countless dreams—unable to discern what was real and what was false.

"You’ve finally awakened," Qin Jun said softly, his face filled with a mocking smile.

What would Randeng, with his memories of a previous life restored, think of this situation?

Tathāgata, his fellow disciple, both among the ranks of the Buddha, yet Tathāgata was severely wounded by Randeng, his foundation destroyed in an instant.

Randeng shook his head, his thoughts beginning to clear.

"Amitabha," Tathāgata sighed lightly, not bearing to look at the pitiful state of Randeng. The hatred he had for Randeng earlier had vanished like smoke in thin air, but it was impossible for him to feel any fondness.

Yet, that chant of Buddhism startled Randeng into wakefulness.

He subconsciously tried to stand, but his newly crippled body was too weak. He stumbled and fell as soon as he tried to get up.

"My cultivation..."

Struck by lightning, Randeng looked at his own hands, his face filled with despair and disbelief.

He had just recovered his memories of reincarnation, only to discover that he was now a disabled person. How could the proud Randeng accept this?

"Your mistake was in making an enemy of me," Qin Jun said, looking down at him coldly.

Immediately after, Qin Jun raised his head to look at the sky, and it took Randeng a good while before he raised his head, his soul seemingly lost. As soon as he saw Tathāgata, his expression instantly turned to one of shame.

Tathāgata’s pupils constricted. With his face behind a mask, his expression was hidden, but his heart was stirring with a great tempest.

"Could it be that he too..."

With Tathāgata’s wisdom, he saw right through the reason for Randeng’s shameful demeanor.

For a moment, both of them were overwhelmed with complex emotions.

If they had both retained their past life memories earlier, with both Buddhist figures united, who could stand against them?

Alas, there were no what-ifs.

...

In Donghuang Territory, above the Demon Emperor Palace.

Donghuang Taiyi stood on the pinnacle of the palace with furrowed brows, murmuring, "These two auras are strong, more than ten times stronger than the previous battle. Who exactly is fighting?"

Though puzzled, he was not alarmed.

The strength he referred to was relative to others.

"It’s getting more and more interesting. It seems like the sky will break very soon," Donghuang Taiyi murmured with a hint of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Once the sky broke, he, Donghuang Taiyi, would show his ferociousness.

Conceited as he was, he never held anyone in regard, not even the current number one, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

...

After more than ten million Netherworld Soldiers and Netherworld Generals withdrew, the Nether Emperor did not leave immediately. He wanted to see who between the Supreme Old Lord and the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny would be stronger.

The Sword Master felt the same, standing in the void, waiting quietly.

It was an unknown duration before the roaring in the thunderclouds suddenly ceased, and the majestic presence that had pervaded the heavens and the earth swiftly dissipated.

The battle was over.

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes, worrying privately for the Supreme Old Lord.

The Supreme Old Lord had not yet regained his peak strength, being only a small realm above Tathāgata. Facing the current number one, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, would surely be a struggle.

He did not wish any harm upon the Supreme Old Lord.

Just then, the rolling thunderclouds suddenly parted, allowing streams of sunlight to fall and illuminate the land.

The Demon Wastes had not seen the sun and moon for a very long time.

The figure of the Supreme Old Lord descended slowly; his Daoist robe was unmarred, his makeup unsmudged, as he confidently held the Dust Brush and flew towards Qin Jun, as if he had not engaged in battle at all.

Whish—

Could the Supreme Old Lord have won?

Beings were all unable to believe it; how could the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny possibly lose?

"Look over there!"

A being pointed upwards and shouted loudly, causing all other beings to look up.

They saw the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny floating above the clouds, bathed in the glorious sun, overlooking the land like the Supreme Old Lord. He, too, was uninjured, his red garments intact. His hands hung naturally at his sides, and on his face was a smile that was impossible to fathom.