The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 852 Target the Central Wasteland

Chapter 852: Chapter 852 Target the Central Wasteland

"The Netherworld is in trouble... And it’s very difficult for me to protect the lands of the Netherworld..."

The Nether Emperor ground his teeth as he spoke, what else could he say? Could he admit that because of his son’s foolish actions, which offended the forces of the living, and his own decision to start a war, he had ultimately been defeated in a miserable fashion?

All the living thought him the master of the Netherworld, little did they know that the real ruler of the Netherworld was someone else.

It was by chance that the Nether Emperor had obtained the inheritance of the Netherworld; otherwise, how could he have achieved what he had today?

"Is there a creature in this world that even you cannot defeat?"

The voice from the stone tablet spoke dissatisfiedly, and a tremendous pressure erupted, striking the Nether Emperor like a heavy blow and sending him sprawling to the ground.

Even as a supreme being in the early stages of the Daluo Primordial Immortal Realm, the Nether Emperor was pinned down, unable to move by just a voice.

"The Ancient Immortal Realm has already sealed off your Xuandang Great World. Even if I want to intervene, it is quite troublesome. I can only grant you some power."

The dignified voice sounded again, filling the Nether Emperor with elation, but he didn’t dare raise his head to look at the stone tablet.

This true master of the Netherworld hailed from beyond the heavens!

His realm was so high that the Nether Emperor couldn’t even begin to imagine it.

"If you disappoint me again, I will disable you!"

"Absolutely not!"

The Nether Emperor promised fearfully and reverently. As his words ended, a red light flew out from the stone tablet and infused into his body.

Boom—

A terrifying aura burst forth from the body of the Nether Emperor, shaking the entire palace.

Feeling the unceasing power flowing into his body, the Nether Emperor burst into wild laughter.

"Yan Emperor! I will make you pay a blood debt in blood!"

The Nether Emperor roared with rage, his voice spreading out, causing countless Netherworld Soldiers and Generals to worry.

They feared that the Nether Emperor’s failure this time would drive him to madness.

...

The great war between the realms of life and death spread like wildfire across the entire world, with hundreds of territories discussing the matter.

After burying millions of soldiers, the King Yan Palace began to move as well.

With the Demon Wasteland nearly destroyed, the King Yan Palace had no choice but to pick a new domain. Following Li Si’s suggestion, Qin Jun controlled King Yan City to fly toward the territories affiliated with the Nether King Palace.

"Once in the Netherworld, find Zhong Kui. With your combined forces, it should be much easier."

In the courtyard, Qin Jun gave the order to the King of Hell. The King of Hell was tall and burly, his face dark and bearded, and he stood under the shade of the trees, looking extremely frightening, like a formidable Fierce Ghost—and indeed, he was the Ghost King.

The King of Hell nodded. He laughed and said, "Your Majesty, wait until I make Netherworld Palace stronger, and then you will truly rule over the Netherworld!"

Having said that, he flickered and burrowed into the ground like smoke, disappearing from sight.

Qin Jun shook his head and smiled. With cultivation at the Daluo Ultimate Immortal Realm, the King of Hell was a top-level power in the Netherworld. With his methods as King of Hell, Qin Jun trusted him a great deal.

"I still have three opportunities for God and Demon peak power left. Who should I give them to?"

Qin Jun began to ponder. Meanwhile, King Yan City had already flown into the territory of the Nether King Palace, but it did not stop, because Qin Jun’s target was the Central Wasteland.

Taking control of the Central Wasteland would be akin to having a stranglehold on the lifeblood of the Nether King Palace.

How majestic King Yan City was as it flew rapidly, stirring up violent winds and eliciting cries of alarm from all living beings it passed over.

"Such a huge city, actually flying!"

"Are you a fool? That’s King Yan City!"

"King Yan City? Ssss—Is Yan Emperor going to attack the Nether King Palace? It’s only been two days since the great war between the realms of life and death!"

"With the Demon Wasteland destroyed to that extent, isn’t it obvious that the King Yan Palace has to reside in the air? The easiest target nearby is the Nether King Palace."

"What a pity! The Nether King Palace used to be one of the Six Palaces and Three Lands, and now it’s in a position to be slaughtered by anyone."

Watching King Yan City fly by, all living beings mourned for the Nether King Palace. Some cultivators who belonged to the Nether King Palace hurriedly sent messages back.

Yan Emperor is going to attack the Central Wasteland!

Although King Yan Palace currently lacks military strength, it compensates with too many superpower warriors.

On the other side, Qin Jun arrived atop the city wall, where a gusty wind was blowing, with Tathāgata and Yang Chan standing beside him.

"Your Majesty, this trip probably won’t require you to lift a finger before Nether King Palace flees at the sight of you," Tathāgata said with a soft chuckle, still wearing his golden mask.

After the great war between the realms of yin and yang, Tathāgata truly acknowledged his deference; although the incident with Randeng left some grudges in his heart, Qin Jun’s ability to summon the Grand Supreme Elder Lord made him incredibly admiring.

Doesn’t this imply that Qin Jun has a connection with the Saint Laozi?

With a Saint backing him, that’s a different story altogether!

"Indeed," Qin Jun replied with an unapologetically confident smile, having already dismissed Nether King Palace from his view.

It occurred to him that even the Nether Dream Demon Sovereign wouldn’t dare to defy him.

If they recognized the situation and surrendered on their own, Qin Jun would consider treating them kindly; should they dare to resist, he would show no mercy.

Just then, a figure flew in from the city, turning out to be Bai Ze, her face veiled also to disguise her identity.

"Your Majesty, there’s trouble in the Great Qin Celestial Court!"

Before Bai Ze had even arrived behind Qin Jun, her voice reached him telepathically.

Upon hearing her message, Qin Jun immediately turned around, and his expression darkened when he saw it was her.

If Bai Ze herself had come to report, it certainly meant serious trouble.

"Du E, the protection of King Yan City is in your hands; I need to return for an urgent matter," Qin Jun said gravely, and without waiting for Tathāgata’s response, he flew towards Bai Ze.

Yang Chan was also among the few who knew Qin Jun’s true identity and had no doubts.

Watching Bai Ze’s figure, Tathāgata couldn’t help but ponder what matter could possibly necessitate Bai Ze’s personal visit.

However, thinking of Patriarch Bodhi and the Grand Supreme Elder Lord, he couldn’t be bothered to speculate any further.

With these two great figures presiding, who would dare to be Qin Jun’s enemy was courting death!

In this world, no one could obstruct Qin Jun’s path any longer.

"What happened?"

While flying with Bai Ze toward the city’s center, Qin Jun asked in a low voice.

"Something happened to Holy Consort Liu!" Bai Ze quickly replied, unable to hide a hint of shock in her eyes.

A tremor ran through Qin Jun as he urgently inquired, "What exactly happened?"

Could it be an issue with Liu Ruolai’s lifespan surfacing again?

"It’s not that...she...it’s hard to explain, Your Majesty, you’ll understand once you’re back!" Bai Ze hesitated, intensifying Qin Jun’s worries.

If something happened to Liu Ruolai, he truly wouldn’t know how to face it.

He had already let down Shouxin; he didn’t want to fail Liu Ruolai as well.

...

Southern Domain Celestial World.

At this moment, the bustling Holy City was shrouded in smoke and dust, with Hou Yi, Sun Wukong, Li Yuanba, Yang Jian, Luo Shixin, and other generals suspended in the air, all grinding their teeth in anger.

In front of them, a graceful figure floated in midair, her green clothes fluttering with the wind, her shiny black hair drifting in the air, and her beautiful features exuded a frosty aura that warned strangers to stay away, especially those piercing eyes which radiated a chill.

It was Liu Ruolai.

She, at this moment, was different from usual, with many buildings below already collapsed, evidently after a battle had taken place.

"What should we do? We can’t harm the Holy Consort," Sun Wukong asked, scratching his ears and cheeks in vexation.

The Holy Consort was a lady of invaluable worth; they dared not touch her.

Even the hot-tempered Li Yuanba and Luo Shixin did not dare to make a rash move.

"Let’s wait for His Majesty to return," Yang Jian spoke, knowing where Qin Jun had gone but unable to divulge that information.

As they were talking, Liu Ruolai slowly lifted her right hand, tearing a gap in the void. An icy crystal sword flew out from within and landed in her hand.