The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 969 Rampaging Kṣitigarbha

Chapter 969: Chapter 969 Rampaging Kṣitigarbha

"Qin Tiangang? Qin Yuhe?"

Zhu Yanqing blinked her eyes, a hesitant expression on her face.

Clearly, she was not interested in these two names.

Qin Jun noticed right away and, tilting his head, chuckled, "Then the Emperor will have to think of something else. After all, there is still some time until the birth."

In fact, he was somewhat worried. Would it take a long time for this holy child to be born?

Hadn’t Sun Wukong gestated for countless years before leaping from a stone, and Nezha carried for three years, which shows that beings with outstanding talents take a long time to gestate?

If born too soon, could it mean the child would have mediocre talents?

Of course, even if mediocre, Qin Jun had the resources to bolster his cultivation.

Just then, a pipa appeared beside Qin Jun. Bowed, the figure said, "Your Majesty, Zhong Kui from the Netherworld has sent a message requesting support. He says there’s a mysterious force attacking the Palace of Yama. It’s advised to bring Patriarch Bodhi along."

As these words were spoken, Zhu Yanqing’s brows furrowed slightly. She was not angry at being interrupted by the pipa while alone but rather became worried.

The need to involve Patriarch Bodhi indicated that the opponent was extremely formidable.

Qin Jun stood up abruptly and said to Zhu Yanqing, "My love, rest well, I will return shortly."

He then disappeared on the spot.

Patriarch Bodhi was currently residing within the Holy City, for the convenience of Qin Jun’s summons.

Qin Jun had guessed who was behind the attack on the Palace of Yama; it was likely the Steal Moon Sect.

The immense presence from the Ancient Immortal Realm naturally required the intervention of Patriarch Bodhi.

...

The Netherworld.

In the dimly lit earth and sky, a gigantic ship was suspended in the air. Stretching tens of thousands of feet, it blotted out the sun and sky. At the rails on the edge of the ship, figures loomed like demons, gazing down below.

Beneath them was a desolate landscape, with numerous tombs. Atop a hill sat an imposing palace, with a plaque hanging above its gates, inscribed with the powerful calligraphy of three characters: Palace of Yama!

The King of Hell and Kṣitigarbha stood on the roof of the Palace of Yama. The palace was surrounded by a dense throng of Netherworld Soldiers and Generals, including Zhong Kui, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Diting, and Black and White Impermanence.

In the distance, numerous ghosts spectated. The Palace of Yama had rapidly ascended to become the most powerful force in the Netherworld after overthrowing the domain of the Nether Emperor, naturally garnering attention from all sides.

"What kind of ship is that... Such powerful auras...",

"Who are these people? Why are their auras so outrageously strong?"

"It seems the Palace of Yama has angered a Ghost God."

"Yes, scattering the Nether Emperor’s soul, the Palace of Yama must face divine punishment."

"There are rumors of an even greater Ghost God backing the Netherworld, could it be true?"

The ghosts whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the Steal Moon Sect’s law ship.

Just feeling the aura of the Steal Moon Sect’s disciples caused them to tremble, let alone contemplate battling them.

The leader of the Steal Moon Sect stood atop the structure on the law ship, overlooking the Palace of Yama, his gaze landing on Kṣitigarbha. He spoke softly, "Kṣitigarbha, I have come in person."

His words were light, but they echoed through the entire universe.

Kṣitigarbha’s brow furrowed deeply, feeling the unfathomable aura of the Steal Moon Sect leader. His mood was grave; he was certainly no match for the Steal Moon Sect at this moment.

"Do you come from the Ancient Immortal Realm?" Kṣitigarbha called out loudly.

Ancient Immortal Realm?

The Netherworld Soldiers and Generals all looked confused; which realm was the Ancient Immortal Realm?

The Steal Moon Sect Master let out a cold laugh as he immediately waved his sleeve and said, "No quarter shall be given!"

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One after another, powerful figures leapt up from the law ship, turning into myriad arrows raining down, all with a cultivation at or above the Daluo Realm.

The terror of nearly ten thousand Daluo cultivators was indescribable, among them not a few who were at the peak of the Daluo beginning stage, or even those entering the realm of the sage.

The sight practically scared the souls out of those from the Netherworld Palace.

Kṣitigarbha leapt up, with the six Diamond Arms emerging behind him he moved at incredible speed, hurling golden discs that collided with the oncoming Steal Moon Sect followers, leaving many of them severely wounded, spitting blood.

"Who would have thought that the Xuandang Major World harbored such powerful beings!"

"Mortal souls will ultimately remain mortal; those who dare to contend against us immortals, shall face eternal damnation!"

"A Daluo beginning immortal at full stage? No wonder he is so arrogant!"

"Hahaha, I do love tormenting strong ones like him!"

Dozens of Daluo beginning immortals rushed madly at Kṣitigarbha while the other sect followers went to slaughter the ghost soldiers and generals of the Nether Palace, and the great battle erupted.

Kṣitigarbha was quickly overpowered, being beaten helplessly by dozens of Daluo beginning immortals, flying back and forth within a hundred miles of void like a punching bag.

A titan with a bull head and human body, towering a hundred feet tall, landed on the Netherworld Palace, smashing the palace buildings directly, the shockwave flattening the hillside, with countless Netherworld soldiers’ souls pulverized by his savage strength.

Rumble...

A black fist, as large as the Five Peaks, came whooshing in, making Kṣitigarbha appear utterly insignificant in comparison.

The Six Realms Treasure Pearl was summoned, scattering the black giant fist. The explosion’s gust forced the surrounding Daluo beginning immortals to retreat. The overcast clouds in the sky surged like colossal waves, extending millions of miles and still expanding.

The chaotic battle of so many Daluo cultivators pooled their aura together, making the countless ghosts of the Netherworld feel it all.

The ground shook in response, countless Nether rivers tumbled, mountains crumbled, as if the Netherworld itself was on the verge of shattering.

Kṣitigarbha barely had time to catch his breath when a terrifying Sword Qi struck his back. As one with the Six Realms Golden Body, he wasn’t cleaved in two on the spot, but the blow still made him splatter blood and reel in pain; turning around, he dispersed the Sword Qi, just as four Daluo beginning immortals kicked at him in succession, sending him flying thousands of miles, finally kicking him into a huge mountain, nearly breaking through it.

Even as a full stage Daluo beginning immortal, Kṣitigarbha could not cope with the dozens of Daluo beginning immortals.

In contrast, the Steal Moon Sect Master stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the battle unfold.

"Is this all the strength an Ancient Buddha has?"

The Steal Moon Sect Master frowned, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

Hum—

Just then, a sound like a colossal bell suddenly filled the air, causing the Daluo beginning immortals charging at Kṣitigarbha to momentarily become dazed, stopping in their tracks, and even the Steal Moon Sect Master couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

Golden light shone from the horizon, illuminating the Netherworld as if the sun had risen in the east.

Kṣitigarbha, with a slightly tattered kasaya, was seen sitting cross-legged in the air, hands joined in prayer, chanting Buddhist scriptures, with six golden arms clenched behind him. At this moment, he seemed like a different person, half of his face remained normal, while the other half was blood-red with veins bulging on his forehead, like a ferocious demon.

One Mind, Two Aspects!

Vajradhara of the Six Paths!

Kṣitigarbha, thoroughly enraged, unleashed his two peerless Divine Powers.

"If I do not enter Hell, who will?"

Kṣitigarbha roared in fury, suddenly standing in the void and then rushing towards the Daluo beginning immortals ahead, his speed more than double what it was before.

In the blink of an eye, he reached one of the Daluo beginning immortals, with two gold arms from behind rapidly reaching forward to grab the opponent’s shoulders and tearing forcefully.

Rip—

Blood and flesh scattered as the Daluo beginning immortal was torn in half by Kṣitigarbha; the sight terrified the other Daluo beginning immortals.