Chapter 1567: Chapter 1567 Eastern Emperor Strong Power
“Let them in!”
The Blood Bat Clan Patriarch spoke grimly, clearly not on friendly terms with the Eastern Emperor.
“There’s no need. This Emperor will enter on his own!”
At that mont, an awe-inspiring voice resounded, followed by eleven figures striding into the hall. Their montum was overwhelming, dwarfing the grandeur of the palace entrance, yet carrying an oppressive force that instinctively drew all gazes toward them.
Leading the group was a man dressed in golden robes, his posture imperious. Half of his face was concealed behind a golden mask, with his long hair cascading down his back. His piercing eyes carried a stern deanor devoid of frivolity.
It was none other than the Eastern Emperor of the Divine General Alliance!
The ten figures beside him were extraordinary in bearing, their gazes resembling the light of Primordial Creation, fixed on the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch with veiled hostility.
Most striking of all, their auras surpassed the realm of Primordial Great Detachnt, causing the palace to tremble violently as if it could collapse at any mont.
“You dare to provoke the Heavenly Emperor? Is the Blood Bat Clan seeking annihilation?”
The Eastern Emperor directed a cold glare at the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch and spoke icily.
“Hu Wang, kill him.”
With those words, a shadow beside the Eastern Emperor suddenly streaked forward, darting toward Patriarch Xu Shi. The distance between them was less than a hundred thousand ters—a negligible separation for the Primordial Ancestor.
Patriarch Xu Shi instinctively rose, only to find his neck seized by Hu Wang, who lifted him high into the air.
Hu Wang’s face was covered in a scraggly beard. His tiger-like back and bear-like waist were clad in what resembled black leather, outlining his muscular physique with an oppressive presence.
“Audacious!”
The Blood Bat Clan Patriarch roared angrily at this mont, his voice shaking Hu Wang until his body trembled.
The Eastern Emperor moved forward with his nine divine generals, unhurried yet relentless, as the ambient killing intent reverberated through the great hall. Patriarch Xu Shi, held by the neck, looked at Hu Wang in sheer terror and unease.
“If you persist in chasing the Heavenly Emperor, then today we shall wreak havoc upon the Blood Bat Clan!”
The Eastern Emperor declared domineeringly, refusing to yield even an ounce of respect to the Patriarch.
Rumble——
The palace’s tremors grew increasingly violent as the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch slowly descended from his high platform. His aura surged upward, startling Hu Wang, who frowned and turned back.
The exposed half of the Eastern Emperor’s face remained expressionless, as though he regarded the Blood Bat Clan Patriarch as beneath notice.
…
In the desolate cosmos, a towering pillar of light shone radiantly, as though it were the very heart of the universe.
At the base of this light pillar sat a teorite, where Ren Woxiao rested, gazing intently at Qin Jun, who stood within the beam not far away. His eyes brimd with anticipation.
“He has already amassed so many Daos?”
Ren Woxiao muttered to himself, astonished.
The Dao of Ti, the Dao of Split Bodies, the Dao of Flas, the Dao of Fortune, and even the yet-to-be-ford Dao of Slaughter—all were frantically rging within Qin Jun’s body.
The Dao of Slaughter could accelerate one’s understanding of the Daos while possessing the remarkable ability to fuse them.
This was precisely why the Road of Ten Thousand Slaughters captivated countless beings.
anwhile, Qin Jun’s consciousness was imrsed in the vast starlit void. Before him was an endless expanse of dazzling currents of ti and space, but he could not discern any direction.
“Where is this…”
Qin Jun looked around in puzzlent, his thoughts erratic.
Suddenly, a fiery dragon roared and hurtled toward him, prompting him to dodge hurriedly in panic.
Crack——
A bolt of lightning accompanied by intense brightness descended from the heavens, narrowly missing him and setting his heart racing.
“What is happening…”
Qin Jun swallowed hard, bewildered by his circumstances.
In the next instant, killing shouts rang from all directions, startling him. Turning his gaze, he saw countless light forms rushing toward him amid the currents of ti and space. Upon closer inspection, their figures bore an uncanny resemblance to his own.
“Could this be… the Dao of Split Bodies?”
Qin Jun finally understood, yet confusion still lingered in his mind. Why had his Daos manifested before him, and where exactly was this place?
Soon, the innurable light forms surrounded him, layer upon layer, extending beyond sight and making it impossible to estimate their numbers.
All of them fixed their cold gazes on him, their piercing stares making even Qin Jun’s scalp tingle with unease as he prepared himself defensively.
“This Emperor is the Holy Emperor of Qin!”
“This Emperor is the Heavenly Emperor of Qin!”
“This Emperor is the Heavenly Emperor!”
“Reincarnation has no end—only the Heavenly Emperor endures!”
All the split bodies suddenly voiced different declarations, their amassed chorus nearly deafening Qin Jun.
The fiery dragon coiled around his feet, and electric brilliance danced around him—manifestations of the Dao of Flas and the Dao of Ti.
A layer of warm brilliance enveloped Qin Jun’s body, its comfort indicating the presence of the Dao of Fortune.
In the outer world, Chaos surged within the desolate cosmos and flurried toward Qin Jun with relentless aggression.
“He’s already begun to fuse them?”
Ren Woxiao was visibly astonished. He slowly rose and fixed his gaze on Qin Jun, now divine-like within the light pillar, his eyes glinting with fervent passion.
Incredibly, tears began welling up in Ren Woxiao’s eyes, an incomprehensible sight.
He raised his right hand and extended it toward Qin Jun in the void, murmuring faintly, “You once told you wished to claim the Supre Throne. Allow to fulfill that for you.”
“Heavenly Emperor!”
Boom——
Surging Mana burst forth from Ren Woxiao’s outstretched palm, charging into the pillar of light. The teorite beneath him shattered instantaneously, disintegrating into countless fragnts that dissolved into the surrounding darkness.
Within the pillar, Qin Jun suddenly lifted his gaze, the purple fla between his brows roaring fiercely as his aura began to soar.
Within just ten breaths, he shattered the barriers of Wují Great Emperor’s peak realm!
The Dao of Flas transford into Di Yanlong, encircling him; lightning crackled, and innurable split bodies burst forth from his form, their incorporeal shapes rging overhead, all while he remained bathed in the light pillar.
Ren Woxiao’s expression turned somber, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Qin Jun within the radiant sepulcher.
Wisdom filled the void!
He had imparted his Mana to Qin Jun!
The cosmic darkness rippled visibly, its eerie resonance disturbing the fabric of space.
One day passed.
Qin Jun broke through to the initial stage of Wují Grand Sovereign Realm, his aura now thousands of tis more powerful.
The Wují Grand Sovereign was a ruler above all, dominating not just universal planes but one’s destiny itself. In general, neither the Dao of Fate nor the Dao of Reincarnation dared to touch him, but the Wují Grand Sovereign’s physical form and Primordial Spirit could traverse ti and space. However, the further they traveled, the greater the backlash they suffered—and at most, this endured rely ten thousand years. Further, altering ti leads to the lethal entanglent of fate’s power.
Should history be altered, it would create parallel tilines, leaving no way to return to their original era and causing them to be lost hopelessly in chaos.
As a result, the vast majority of Wují Grand Sovereigns disregarded this ability.
Qin Jun’s Wheel of Fate, however, was different. Wherever he traveled, and no matter what he changed, it would always bring him back—an ability that, if known, would provoke countless strong entities to contest for it.
anwhile, Qin Jun’s aura continued to explode upward.
Its growth accelerated at an astonishing pace!
Ren Woxiao’s hair had gained several streaks of white. Yet in all this ti, his eyes had never closed—not even once.
Five days later.
Qin Jun advanced to the mid-stage of Wují Grand Sovereign Realm, his power overwhelming, with the countless split bodies above him now increasingly solidified.
Fifteen days later.
Qin Jun reached the late-stage Wují Grand Sovereign Realm. Ren Woxiao’s hair had turned half-white, replacing his forr dashing charm with an air of poignant desolation.
Ren Woxiao raised his left hand, releasing Mana from his palm to pour into Qin Jun’s form, propelling Qin Jun’s cultivation further forward with relentless montum.
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