1332: Chapter 1332: Demon Ancestor Rising 1332: Chapter 1332: Demon Ancestor Rising “Really, it’s the Extre Emperor!”
Qin Jun squinted and smiled, he had always been curious about what kind of being the Extre Emperor was, not expecting to encounter him at the ti when Chaos first began.
The Extre Emperor, unaware of his thoughts, summoned his power in the palm of his right hand and swung in the form of a cycle, transforming it into a giant black palm, solid and imposing.
Qin Jun didn’t dodge either, letting the black giant palm strike him, which was then dispersed by his Wují Primordial robe.
Relying solely on the Wují Primordial robe, no one could attack him.
An explosion lifted a huge mushroom cloud.
The Extre Emperor did a back flip and landed on the ground, sliding thousands of ters before coming to a stop.
He looked up and imdiately frowned.
As the turbulence settled, Qin Jun was completely unhard, looking down at him from an elevated position.
“Not bad, indeed very strong.”
Qin Jun exclaid in admiration, curious about the Extre Emperor’s true form and how long he had transford.
Although it was a period when Chaos had just begun, no one knew how long Chaos had been unfolding.
Perhaps for Chaos, hundreds of thousands of years might be insignificant.
Hundreds of thousands of years to attain Half Holy?
Maybe even longer, millions of years?
Billions of years?
Qin Jun’s mind quickly drifted off, wondering where.
The Extre Emperor charged at him once more, constantly shifting around Qin Jun, combining punches and kicks, but the Wují Primordial robe created a transparent light screen that easily blocked him.
Thunderous noises erupted continuously.
Qin Jun, stroking his chin, contemplated the age of Chaos, while nearby the Extre Emperor attacked like a fly, creating a rather absurd sight.
After a good while, the Extre Emperor had attacked nearly a hundred thousand tis, yet he couldn’t even shake the defensive barrier of the Wují Primordial robe and instead seed sowhat out of breath.
Each of his strikes was made with full force, and since he didn’t touch Qin Jun with the Cycle Heavenly Palm, he couldn’t absorb Qin Jun’s powers and energies, naturally causing his strength to gradually wane.
Qin Jun looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, “Why bother?
You are no match for .”
The Extre Emperor had been gracious to him, so naturally, Qin Jun wouldn’t make things difficult for him.
If possible, he would like to subdue the Extre Emperor, and even if that wasn’t viable, he would still help the Extre Emperor to ascend to the Holy Realm, in gratitude for the Divine Power inheritance.
Upon hearing this, the Extre Emperor imdiately stopped and asked curiously, “What’s your na, to be more formidable than ?”
He had traveled all over the land of Chaos and had never encountered a rival, but facing Qin Jun, he felt completely powerless, which sowhat dismayed him.
“I am the Heavenly Emperor, above all beings, not controlled by the great Dao; naturally, you’re no match for .
However, aside from , you are definitely the strongest being in this land.”
Qin Jun said cheerfully.
He imdiately dismissed Cundi.
It wouldn’t be long before he caught Cundi, who wouldn’t be able to escape for much longer.
The Extre Emperor realized suddenly and then, pointing beyond the land into the deep darkness, he asked, “With such strength, why don’t you go see what’s outside?”
Qin Jun paused, surprised that the Extre Emperor was thinking of leaving the land.
During the tis when beings were mostly ignorant, the Extre Emperor already had a desire for complete freedom, which Qin Jun admired.
So are born to be noble!
“Do you want to go?” Qin Jun asked with interest.
He was now full of curiosity about the Extre Emperor.
The Extre Emperor had already perford the Cycle Heavenly Palm — though only the initial moves — but it showed he was already creating.
“Yes, but I feel my strength isn’t enough.”
The Extre Emperor nodded, his deanor usually detached and solemn, but when it ca to strength, his eyes lit up.
“Keep training then!”
Qin Jun said with a laugh.
He didn’t offer any elixirs or cultivation thods to aid the Extre Emperor, preferring to let him develop naturally and assist him later.
The Extre Emperor nodded and said, “I’m going back to cultivate.”
After saying that, he turned and flew towards the depths of the land.
Just as he flew out several thousand ters, he suddenly stopped, turned and asked, “Are you that Heavenly Emperor who preaches the Dao?
I’ve heard you’re a sage.”
A sage?
Qin Jun cursed inwardly at Yuanchu and the others for not keeping their mouths shut, as his cultivation had been revealed.
“Yes,” Qin Jun simply admitted.
Extre Emperor realized and exclaid in amazent, “No wonder, so you are the first saint.”
“Saint…
Saint…”
Extre Emperor seed to fall into a demonic barrier and turned away.
Qin Jun shook his head with a smile and turned to look at the void beyond Chaos, his eyes flickering.
During the Chaos era, was there really just one continent?
Once this thought occurred to him, he found it hard to remain calm.
Lost in contemplation for the duration of an incense stick burning, he suddenly returned to the Heavenly Emperor’s palace.
For a while after that, Qin Jun no longer traveled.
Usually, his split bodies taught beings such as Yuanchu, Yanxuan, Liwu, Xiling, Ling Yun, Huo Qubing, Ji Haoye, while his main body mostly cultivated, occasionally preaching to millions of outer beings for hundreds of years.
Ti passed swiftly.
Without spring or sumr, nor autumn or winter, seas turned into fields in the blink of an eye.
About fifty thousand years had elapsed.
The land of Chaos had undergone major changes, more and more beings of Chaos transford, and as their intellects rapidly developed, so began to form factions.
Among them, Mo Jingcang was the most renowned.
Being the first of the Devil Clan, Mo Jingcang’s talent was terrifyingly formidable, and he had already reached the peak of entering the realm of the sage.
He was subjugating strong beings everywhere, aiming to establish the Devil Clan.
Besides him, other beings of Chaos had also begun to rise, most of whom Qin Jun never heard of.
During the Chaos era, how many could endure the ruthlessness of ti?
And Qin Jun observed all of this.
One day, Qin Jun finally broke through the middle phase of the saint realm.
The virtue of the great Dao allowed him to leap directly to the peak of the early stage of the saint realm, just one step away from the middle stage, but it took him fifty thousand years for this step.
The greatest benefit of becoming a saint through virtue was that he did not have to endure crossing tribulation, as that was an acknowledgnt by the Dao itself, which naturally would not send Thunder Tribulation.
However, Qin Jun did not want his disciples to all beco saints through virtue, for proving the Dao by strength was the true path.
Refreshed, Qin Jun walked out of the palace and once again preached to the beings.
Among the millions of beings around the Heavenly Emperor’s palace, half already had transford successfully, yet few had a cultivation surpassing that of the beginning phase of Daluo.
The na of the Heavenly Emperor spread across the Chaos land, touted as the strongest.
Because the first batch of beings from Chaos who had heard the Heavenly Emperor’s teachings had almost all beco the topmost strong beings of this land.
After preaching for eight hundred years amid the cheers of beings, Qin Jun concluded his teachings.
At that mont, Royal Lord Dong suddenly flew up to Qin Jun.
“Your Majesty, She-Bishi has encountered trouble—it’s said that he has been suppressed for tens of thousands of years.”
Royal Lord Dong bowed and said, causing Qin Jun to frown.
Suppressed for tens of thousands of years?
No wonder he had not co back.
“What happened?” Qin Jun asked in a deep voice, determined to make whoever dared to attack his God and Demon regret their actions.
“It’s unclear.
This ssage was brought by a minor demon sent by She-Bishi,” Royal Lord Dong shook his head, knowing that whoever could suppress She-Bishi must be stronger than him; he could only seek Qin Jun’s help.
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Last week, I said I would burst update because this book was going to get a big promotion, cheerfully telling you about the planned burst update.
Then, on the day, the news ca that, due to so unstoppable factors, it was postponed, which instantly crushed my fighting spirit.
But since I had promised a burst update, I had to endure.
Still, I didn’t update much in the end since my motivation was lacking.
I feel sowhat ashad.
It’s been a tough journey, and I appreciate all your support.
This ans that another burst might occur later when the big promotion takes place.
Specifically when?
I dare not say; it won’t be long.
At this stage of writing, readers of other authors are advising them to maintain a steady pace and not rush.
But here, it’s never fast enough or plentiful enough.
Look at others, so much, so fast; the author is damn slow, both trite and sluggish and of poor character…
Why can’t they see anyone slower than ?
Frankly, it’s laughable.
My updates are quite stable—I’ve written 2.7 million characters in a year and a month.
Within the online literature community, my updates should be considered above average.
Now, I find myself in an awkward situation: if I update slowly, I get scolded; if quickly, they accuse of watering it down, emmm… holding back my indignation, I continue to write.~~
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