The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 940: The Deceased of the Previous Life

Chapter 940: Chapter 940: The Deceased of the Previous Life

Qin Jun remained silent. Normally, the remnant soul of a warrior entering the realm of the sage could not possibly allow a reincarnated body to return to the complete cultivation level of the Luoshi Immortal Realm, even temporarily.

But Qin Jun was different, with his pure Extreme Flame Demon God bloodline, and his unparalleled divine powers. Though he had only condensed a single sacred bone, he was already capable of dominating those in the realm of entering the sage.

Not even Qin Jun’s former life understood the true origin of the Extreme Flame Demon God bloodline, but the fact that it could devour the true flames of the sun proved that this bloodline was at least as strong as, if not stronger than, the Golden Crow.

"Do you have any other wishes?" Qin Jun asked in his heart as he continued to descend.

The remnant soul from his previous life had, after all, existed independently for 130,000 years and had developed its own thoughts.

When faced with his question, the remnant soul from his previous life was silent and did not immediately respond.

Meanwhile, Xing Tian landed on the earth, and the entire Juetian Plain had turned into a wasteland. The ground was uneven, and canyons were everywhere, giving off an incredibly gloomy appearance under the cover of night, the piles of mountains standing like fierce ghosts.

Swinging his ax, Xing Tian leveled the ground, clearing a space with a radius of ten thousand meters. Despite its crudeness, there was no other choice, as the Hundred Heroes Conference could not be halted—they either had to continue fighting or withdraw from the competition.

Donghuang Taiyi’s face was clouded as he landed in the distance. His three Demon King subordinates flew over swiftly, attempting to comfort him, but he snorted coldly. With a flick of his right hand, the true flames of the sun flew out from his sleeve, burning the three Demon Kings to ashes. This scene made many a chieftain shudder with fear, and those creatures that had gathered were too frightened to come any closer.

"I wanted to see the peak that master spoke of... but it seems there’s no hope now..." the remnant soul from his former life spoke slowly, causing Qin Jun to frown slightly. The mere thought of the White Emperor brought his mood down.

To his former life, Ji Yongsheng, two figures had provided the greatest help.

One was the mysterious Extreme Emperor, whose legacy had allowed Ji Yongsheng to roam the world unconquered.

The other was the White Emperor. If the White Emperor had not passed the wheel of fate to Ji Yongsheng, Qin Jun as he was known now would not exist.

After merging with the memories of his former life, Qin Jun knew that the White Emperor had once been the person he most respected. Otherwise, how could he have guarded the Sacred Court for tens of thousands of years after the White Emperor went missing?

"I will see it one day," Qin Jun solemnly vowed in his heart. He was both Ji Yongsheng and Qin Jun—just a man of two lifetimes. This was the greatest promise he could give to the remnant soul of his former life.

"My mission is finally over... after waiting 130,000 years... 130,000 years... such a long time..." The voice of the remnant soul from his former life became fainter and eventually vanished completely.

At the same time, Qin Jun’s body shuddered, feeling something being drawn out from within.

"What is this?"

The Black Butterfly Fairy, who was supporting him, looked puzzled at the top of his head, where she saw specks of starlight emanating from Qin Jun’s crown, scattering into the night sky, dispersing with the wind.

The faces of Patriarch Bodhi, Perfected Person, and Taoist Heavenly Venerable, who were following close behind Qin Jun, changed slightly, as if they realized something.

Qin Jun looked up to see the starlight in his line of sight growing smaller and smaller as he murmured, "My trace of obsession."

This remnant soul had accompanied him for over a year, and upon reflection, he realized that he had grown accustomed to its presence.

Without it in the future, he might feel unaccustomed.

But after all, it was just a remnant soul, without the chance of reincarnation. Dust to dust, earth to earth, perhaps only with an earlier passing could it end its torment.

"Obsession?"

A look of confusion appeared on the beautiful face of the Black Butterfly Fairy. For some reason, as she watched the starlight, she felt inexplicably saddened, sensing that something was drifting away from her.

Qin Jun sighed softly, then took out a pill. This medicine was a Taiyi Restoration Pill. Just like the Daluo Restoration Pill, it could allow beings of the Taiyi Realm to heal their injuries within an hour. It cost seven million merit points, which for him now was but a drop in the bucket.

Soon, the chieftains landed on the crude battlefield that Xing Tian had prepared. This time there were no loft buildings for the chieftains to sit in, and more and more creatures gathered at the edge of the open space.

About the news of Qin Jun becoming the first emperor under heaven, they spread it out too, and before the Hundred Heroes Conference has ended, it’s expected that the world will blow up first.

Qin Jun sat cross-legged on a huge rock and said aloud, "Next, all of you may continue to challenge the candidates for the Nine Emperors."

Having said that, he began to meditate and heal his wounds.

For a time, noisy discussions erupted around the vast clearing of ten thousand meters.

"Tsk, tsk, the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny has just been pulled down like that."

"Right, he didn’t utter a word, it feels like he’s about to explode."

"The Holy Emperor of Qin is truly a hero of our times, who would have guessed before the Hundred Heroes Conference that he would become the first emperor under heaven?"

"Do you think the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny will challenge the Holy Emperor of Qin?"

"The face of the Demon Emperor has turned even uglier..."

The most attention, however, was not on Qin Jun, but on the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny.

The Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was first utterly defeated by Donghuang Taiyi, then had his position as the first under heaven snatched away by Qin Jun. At this moment, he stood in front of a group of disciples from the Hall of Heavenly Destiny, expressionless.

As if he hadn’t experienced failure at all, it was impressive how resolute and unwavering the heart of the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny was.

It wasn’t long before challengers took to the field, and the candidate for the Nine Emperors being challenged was still Martial General Ding, for he was seen as the weakest among them, at least on the surface.

After Qin Jun dispelled the sorrow of his previous life’s lingering soul, he became dejected.

In the end, not only did he fail to defeat Donghuang Taiyi, he also did not defeat the Emperor of Heavenly Destiny, but instead, he seized the throne of the first emperor under heaven.

"With the memories of my previous life, my future cultivation will surely go smoothly."

Qin Jun could only comfort himself in this way, while asking in his mind, "Has the system upgrade been completed?"

"It’s still upgrading," the system quickly replied.

He could not help but anticipate what changes the system upgrade would bring, and whether there would be new features.

The battle for the Nine Emperors began again; various spells and Divine Powers were deployed, kicking up dust. The ground was not as sturdy as the platform of the Nine Emperors.

The Fierce Ghost of the Demon Emperor, holding the soul of the Nether Lord, knelt before Qin Jun and said as he held back excitement, "General, no! Your Majesty! The Nether Lord is not dead yet!"

With a face full of admiration, he looked at Qin Jun, who was much like his formidable past self when he fought Donghuang Taiyi, how could he not be excited?

Qin Jun took a deep look at him and raised his hand, "Stand up, you have been through a lot over these years."

If not for the promise made back then, how could the Fierce Ghost of the Demon Emperor have been trapped for a hundred and thirty thousand years?

The Fierce Ghost of the Demon Emperor stood up, shook his head with a smile, and said, "I made an oath to serve Your Majesty for eternity, why speak of hardship?"

Having said that, he even winked at the Black Butterfly Fairy next to him.

They all waited for Qin Jun for a hundred and thirty thousand years, such deep camaraderie they held.

"I will never treat you unfairly in the future," Qin Jun thought to himself. With the Fierce Ghost of the Demon Emperor, entrusting the Ten Thousand Demon Lamp to him, why would the Demon Clan under heaven not flock to the Great Qin Celestial Court?

Thereupon, he looked toward the Nether Lord and said with a mocking smile, "You’re still alive, quite a tenacious life you’ve got."

At this moment, the Nether Lord appeared like a wisp of black smoke, his face not visible, but he felt extremely awkward.

First, he was hunted by Donghuang Taiyi, then crushed by Donghuang Taiyi, and now captured and brought back. The name of the Nether Lord had become a joke, leaving him in despair.