The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 927: True Immortality

Chapter 927: Chapter 927: True Immortality

"I had thought that it would take you decades, or even centuries to come into contact with the Ancient Immortal Realm, yet here we are so soon."

Ji Yongsheng’s voice echoed in Qin Jun’s mind, filled with sighs of lament.

Sitting on the shoulder of the White Emperor, Qin Jun was even more puzzled, why did it feel like he was hearing a dying man’s last words?

"Hmph, I will not die, I will live on forever, to take revenge for the Holy Court, to follow in the footsteps of the first White Emperor, and to relive the glory of the Extreme Flame Demon God!"

Ji Yongsheng snorted coldly, fueling Qin Jun’s curiosity even further, could Ji Yongsheng possibly come back to life?

"Because you are me!"

Ji Yongsheng’s voice suddenly rose, and in that instant, Qin Jun felt as if his brain were exploding and his soul trembling.

The surrounding scene flew by swiftly, massive memories pouring into his mind, familiar yet strange.

The transformation of seas into mulberry fields felt as if it were slipping through his fingertips.

"Your name is Ji Yongsheng? The Ji surname? Seems like you have quite a background!"

"You want to learn skills? Sure, but first you must take me as your master, kneel down!"

"So what if three revered ones from the Demon Clan are entering the realm of the sage? Disciple, stand back and watch how your master slays them!"

"Some people are always ungrateful, forgetting where they came from. What’s so good about the Ancient Immortal Realm? Disciple, do not follow their ways!"

In these memories, the one who had been by his side the longest turned out to be the White Emperor.

Following the White Emperor, learning skills from a young age, growing up through battles, no matter how treacherous the sword mountains and seas of fire, the White Emperor was always there to protect him, as if there was nothing in the world that could challenge the White Emperor.

In a trance, Qin Jun found himself standing on the edge of a cliff, beside him stood an old tree, and in front of him was the beautiful twilight sky, with the vast ocean stretching endlessly below.

Qin Jun muttered in confusion, "Who am I... Qin Jun... or Ji Yongsheng?"

It felt as if decades had passed, blurring the lines between reality and dreams for him.

"You are Qin Jun, and you are also me."

The voice of Ji Yongsheng resounded faintly, causing Qin Jun’s pupils to constrict as if he had an epiphany.

Could it be...

"Impossible... Wasn’t I from Earth..."

Qin Jun shook his head, but Ji Yongsheng’s words made him irresistibly believe because the memories that seemed to be forcefully injected into his mind felt so real, as if they originated from the depths of his soul.

In the memories, he could have real conversations with the White Emperor, who could sense his emotions.

Because of his wandering and confusion, the White Emperor often counseled him, as if he had traveled through the Wheel of Destiny to tens of thousands of years ago.

"Yo, Little Ji, daydreaming again?"

At this moment, the White Emperor’s deep voice carried over, causing the corners of Qin Jun’s mouth to twitch.

The White Emperor was very different from what legends described, extremely casual, but every time Qin Jun heard his voice, he would no longer be confused, and couldn’t help but want to argue with him.

This feeling was quite marvelous.

Qin Jun turned to look up, only to see the White Emperor, draped in a beast fur cloak, walking leisurely along the mountain path, his mane-like hair fluttered with the wind, and a weed dangling from his mouth gave him an unrestrained appearance.

At this moment, Qin Jun’s body had reached adulthood, but compared with the White Emperor, he was much slenderer.

"Nearly twenty-five years old and already at the first layer of the Golden Immortal Realm, tsk tsk, you won’t find a talent to match you in the entire Holy Court."

The White Emperor arrived in front of Qin Jun, boasting with a smirk, as if he were praising himself.

Qin Jun rolled his eyes, annoyed, "Aren’t you supposed to be organizing the troops, what are you doing here?"

According to the merged memories from before, the battle between the Human Clan’s Holy Court and the Demon Clan was growing fiercer, and in a few days, the White Emperor would lead his troops to war.

The White Emperor stretched out his hand, ruffled his hair, ignored his resistance, pressed him down in his original place, and laughed, "I always feel that I might not return from this trip."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s mood grew heavy.

Merging with Ji Yongsheng’s memories of the past dozen years or so, although he always reminded himself that he was Qin Jun, he couldn’t help but worry when he heard the White Emperor’s words.

During these years, he had almost no friends, only the White Emperor’s company. As an abandoned infant from beyond the heavens, he was despised and rejected by the Human Clan, especially as his cultivation grew ever higher. Had it not been for the White Emperor’s domineering protection, he feared he might have already been assassinated in secret.

"How can you be so strong and still worry about not coming back?" Qin Jun asked, annoyed.

The White Emperor, a powerful being of entering the realm of the sage, could easily beat the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny in later generations.

"Hahaha, the teacher is just saying," the White Emperor laughed with his hands on his hips, looking quite deserving of a beating.

Qin Jun couldn’t help but sigh that the Great Emperor who brought such benefits to the Human Clan had this sort of demeanor. This first-generation White Emperor established the Holy Court and truly led the Human Clan to strength. With the help of later generations of White Emperors, the Holy Court even unified the Xuandang Great World.

Compared to later generations, the current Xuandang Great World was filled with countless powerful beings, with even the earth much more stable and able to withstand battles.

Why did the Xuandang Great World become weaker as time went on?

Qin Jun speculated it might be related to gods and immortals.

"Didn’t you claim to be immortal? I, your teacher, will bestow upon you a supreme treasure that will grant you true immortality!" the White Emperor said with a meaningful smile, changing his tone.

True immortality?

Qin Jun’s face was full of confusion. Is there really something so powerful?

Based on the memories of these dozen years or so, Qin Jun understood that no matter how high one’s cultivation, it was very difficult to achieve immortality, for after a long period of time, one would face a Great Tribulation. This was true for all three thousand worlds, which would even face super Great Tribulations that swept across them, akin to the Heavenly Dao reshuffling the deck.

Perhaps what the people of Earth call the Big Bang is the Great Tribulation.

"Yes, this supreme treasure is called the Wheel of Fate," the White Emperor said with a deep and meaningful smile.

The Wheel of Fate!

Qin Jun’s pupils suddenly constricted, his heart surging with shock.

...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of explosions were incessant, echoing through heaven and earth, with Patriarch Bodhi, the Perfected Person, and other gods and demons nervously looking up at the battle above the sea of clouds.

Donghuang Taiyi could be seen enveloped by the phantom image of a golden bell, with the twelve Xuanxu elders transforming into swift shadows, ceaselessly striking the phantom of the golden bell. Donghuang Taiyi remained inside, his face sneering and mocking.

"What’s the matter? Is that all you’ve got? A bunch of ants that only talk big!"

Donghuang Taiyi taunted, suggesting that though he couldn’t defeat so many of them, they also should not entertain thoughts of hurting him.

With these words, the twelve Xuanxu elders grew even angrier, their speed and strength increased, shaking the night sky so hard that it cracked open like countless giant centipedes coiling in the heavens.

"With the Chaos Bell on his side, it’s very difficult for anyone below a sage to harm Donghuang Taiyi," said Patriarch Bodhi with a sigh. The Perfected Person nodded in agreement, while Xing Tian ground his teeth in frustration.

Even if the twelve Xuanxu elders were more dangerous, Xing Tian still hoped for Donghuang Taiyi’s death.

The aura of the twelve Xuanxu elders caused the ruined land to shake violently, their immense pressure still enshrouding the lands of the hundred domains.

The Black Butterfly Fairy, on the other hand, looked intently at Qin Jun. The Divine Punishment Tribulation was still ongoing, with Qin Jun inside the body of the Extreme Inferno Demonic Deity, his eyes closed as if in deep sleep, his expression peaceful.

This scene left the Black Butterfly Fairy looking dazed, her eyes filled with complex emotions that were difficult for others to decipher.

"When my reincarnated self breaks through the Taiyi Realm, I will return," she remembered the words Ji Yongsheng had said back then, and her heart began to feel nervous and worried.