Chapter 1590: Chapter 1590: Emperor Zhoumo
As for Victorious Fighting Buddha, Qin Jun held great expectations for him; after all, Sun Wukong’s talent for combat was unparalleled.
The aptitude for cultivation and the talent for battle were vastly different—as individuals of similar realms, Sun Wukong’s combat prowess was undoubtedly exceptional, far surpassing Yuwen Chengdu and Lu Wu.
“Relax your minds and bodies; I shall help you strengthen yourselves. With your current cultivation, surviving in the Primordial realm is perilous.”
Qin Jun spoke, having long sensed the tense and turbulent atmosphere of the Primordial realm. Peace had already faded into history; the days ahead were likely to resemble the chaotic battles between demon and devil clans of the Chaos Age, a ti when conflict was omnipresent.
When he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, channeling his majestic energy into the bodies of the three Gods and Demons.
His energy was profound beyond asure, enough to transform the very essence of the three Gods and Demons. Though their strength still paled compared to other Primordial beings, as long as they followed Qin Jun, they would eventually catch up to other mythical figures.
Watching the three Gods and Demons enveloped in golden energy, Qin Jun smiled in satisfaction before closing his eyes, continuing his creation of the Mythical System.
He intended to comprehend the Slaughter Dao as well. The Slaughter Dao carried the essence of destruction, which would be instruntal to the Mythical System—without it, how could there be incentive for growth?
Additionally, the Slaughter Dao would serve as the defensive power of the Mythical System; anyone other than Qin Jun who dared to seize control of it would face severe backlash.
He originally created the Mythical System solely for himself.
Ti flowed onward.
The battles within the Primordial realm grew more intense and ruthless; gradually, Primordial beings began to perish. Where in the past conflicts seldom led to death, now Primordial beings fought with unrestrained desperation—even resorting to extre asures for treasured artifacts.
In every age, there are always beings who rise to brilliance, dazzling the world.
Ling Emperor!
This na quickly spread through the Primordial realm, becoming known even amongst the Primordial gods.
Ling Emperor’s aptitude was imnse; through countless battles, he revealed an aura of invincibility, even drawing the notice of the Primordial gods.
The title of “Emperor” was a symbol of pride among the Primordial gods, not sothing they would permit others to claim.
The Nine Extres Qian Emperor was the first to confront Ling Emperor. The disparity between them was vast—Ling Emperor was utterly crushed, unable to fight back. Yet, even in the face of impending death, he defiantly insisted on claiming the title of Emperor.
“Do not kill him.”
At the very mont Nine Extres Qian Emperor prepared to end Ling Emperor, Qin Jun’s voice echoed in his ears.
Clad in a black robe—a supre innate treasure of the Primordial realm that radiated unimaginable power and emphasized his divine status—Nine Extres Qian Emperor stood imposing.
Before him appeared a blood-drenched figure, hair disheveled; despite his haggard state, his unyielding spirit was unmistakable. Clad in tattered animal hides made from the pelt of an imnsely powerful Primordial being.
It was none other than Ling Emperor!
Glaring fiercely at Nine Extres Qian Emperor, Ling Emperor spat, “Kill , or I shall forever be Emperor—the matchless Great Emperor of all!”
In the Primordial realm, beings could understand each other’s intent as long as they spoke, given the heights of their cultivation.
Nine Extres Qian Emperor frowned, itching to crush this insolent creature, yet Father God had ordered him not to kill Ling Emperor.
Nine Extres Qian Emperor’s adherence to Qin Jun’s commands was absolute; he did not even question the reason.
“Hmph, the Heavenly Emperor ordered to spare you. You should be grateful for his grace!”
Nine Extres Qian Emperor snorted. With those words, he vanished into thin air.
Heavenly Emperor?
Ling Emperor froze montarily; it was the first ti he had heard of the Heavenly Emperor—a being revered even by the gods.
“Heavenly Emperor? Where are you? Who exactly are you?”
Ling Emperor, his face sared in blood, raised his head and yelled, convinced the Heavenly Emperor could hear him.
“I sit upon the Supre Divine Throne. I created the first beings of the Primordial realm—what do you think I am?”
Qin Jun’s authoritative voice descended from above, leaving Ling Emperor wide-eyed in astonishnt, utterly at a loss for words at Qin Jun’s imnse origins.
What existed before the Primordial realm?
He could not begin to fathom.
“To claim the title of Emperor, you must possess unyielding, overwhelming strength. Look at yourself now—do you truly think you are worthy of the title?”
Qin Jun’s voice rang out again, stern and cutting, leaving Ling Emperor gritting his teeth in agony.
The battle with Nine Extres Qian Emperor had deeply shaken him, rendering him speechless and overwheld with a sense of sha.
“As you are now, you fall far short of the Great Emperor title. Train diligently and grow stronger!”
After delivering his final admonition, Qin Jun fell silent.
Ling Emperor took a deep breath, comprehending much in that instant. Looking upward, his eyes burned with renewed determination as he shouted, “Heavenly Emperor! Thank you for saving this ti. Next ti, I shall prove my worth—I shall be deserving of the title Great Emperor!”
Qin Jun did not respond, leaving Ling Emperor to walk away on his own, his departure marked by an aura of obstinacy.
At the pinnacle of the Primordial realm was an expanse of pale-white space—a remnant of the Primordial Origin Space purposefully crafted by Qin Jun.
Seated on the Supre Divine Throne, Qin Jun smiled faintly while muttering, “Ling Emperor—the first Primordial being daring enough to claim the title of Great Emperor. No wonder Su Emperor warned to watch out for you.”
Yet, he was even more curious about Su Emperor’s origins. When he first encountered Su Emperor at the dawn of Chaos, Su Emperor had already transcended the chaotic multitudes, his background shrouded in mystery.
From Su Emperor’s tone, it seed evident he did not fear Ling Emperor in the slightest.
Ling Emperor’s unyielding spirit was sothing Qin Jun truly admired, prompting him to order Nine Extres Qian Emperor to spare him.
Of course, his admiration was rely superficial.
Qin Jun’s mindset had long shifted; he no longer sought to preemptively draw others into his fold. He firmly held the belief that he was the strongest.
Turning his gaze to Victorious Fighting Buddha, Yuwen Chengdu, and Lu Wu training not far away, Qin Jun quietly closed his eyes again.
Victorious Fighting Buddha had now achieved the realm of Dao Emperor Sovereign; Yuwen Chengdu reached Dao Supre; and Lu Wu attained the Boundaryless Mixed Primordial Ultra-Saint realm. Yet when it ca to combat, even they could not best Victorious Fighting Buddha—a testant to his terrifying gifts for battle.
Qin Jun continued to imrse himself in understanding the Slaughter Dao.
After roughly a hundred billion years had passed, drawing inspiration from the remnants of Slaughter Dao essence within the Slaughter Pearl, Qin Jun successfully created the true Slaughter Dao, further elevating his cultivation.
Primordial Ancestor Realm perfected!
His combat strength surged to unfathomable heights. Qin Jun was now certain that with a single palm strike, he could destroy the entire Primordial realm.
Within those hundred billion years, under Qin Jun’s guidance, the three Gods and Demons had ascended to the Boundaryless Realm. Victorious Fighting Buddha and Lu Wu simultaneously achieved the status of Boundaryless Paramount Master; Yuwen Chengdu ca close yet settled at the cultivation level of Boundaryless Supre Great Emperor.
anwhile, another formidable presence arose within the Primordial realm.
Emperor Zhoumo!
Declaring himself as a demon akin to Ling Emperor, Zhoumo unleashed destruction across all directions—his cruelty far surpassing Ling Emperor’s. Any Primordial being who dared to engage him in battle invariably t their demise.
The Primordial realm grew increasingly chaotic; weaker beings began to unite in resistance, even inviting Ling Emperor to join their cause.
A war destined to shape history was about to erupt.
The gods refrained from intervention, preoccupied with their own cultivation. The truth was that the astonishing aptitudes of the Primordial beings left them anxious—they feared neglecting their own advancents might one day result in being surpassed.
The war erupted swiftly as Emperor Zhoumo displayed his invincible might, defeating every coalition of Primordial beings sent against him.
The countless battle scenes were all witnessed by Qin Nu, who stood within the Primordial space, his brows tightly furrowed.
“War arises—it should align with destiny.”
“I am Fate; I shall forge the Dao.”
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