The most powerful Heavenly Emperor!
Cancel fa and tasks?
Qin Jun narrowed his eyes, it seed this position would be considered the pinnacle by the mythology system.
He smiled slightly, no longer thinking much, and worked hard to strengthen his mastery of ti and space, striving to create a tiline belonging to the eighth source dinsion as soon as possible.
If he oversees all tis and spaces of the eighth source dinsion, he will be invincible in this dinsion!
The power of ti and space is indeed tyrannical!
Others started chatting; for them, this little ti isn’t enough for cultivation as their cultivation levels are already high. Even the weakest Mo Xie had the cultivation of a Dayan deity.
Their cultivation requires long years of seclusion each ti.
Ten days and half a month an nothing to them; they’d rather chat.
Ti passed like this.
The Cangjing Divine Domain was far from Saint Dragon Ridge, so far that most beings couldn’t reach it in their lifeti.
Along the way, countless dangers lurked; wherever there was interest, plundering followed.
With Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba around, none could stop them.
All creatures that dared to block them were wiped out, and with each battle, the na of Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba spread more and more.
The na of the Heavenly Court started to spread as well.
...
In the vast starry sky, on a road full of Blue Mountains and green waters, various birds and beasts lived peacefully.
Beside a lake stood a small pavilion.
A man in white sat inside, playing with an ancient bronze sword; his black hair was loose, his face cold and stern, with two Golden Crows faintly flashing in his eyes.
It was the Su Emperor!
Next to the Su Emperor sat a woman wearing a delicate blue dress, resembling a flower-aged girl, with a beautiful and pretty face. She held her cheeks with a smile, staring at the Su Emperor with eyes curved like two crescent moons, beautiful to the extre.
"Have you seen enough?"
The Su Emperor asked, and upon hearing this, the blue-dress woman giggled: "Never enough; no matter how long I look, it’s never enough!"
The Su Emperor, usually cold, couldn’t help but shake his head and smile in the face of her words.
Seeing this, the blue-dress woman held her necklace, wondering about sothing, her face showing a silly smile.
At this mont, Ba Hanyou suddenly appeared outside the pavilion.
"Sect Master, the Heavenly Emperor has arrived, just as you predicted."
Ba Hanyou said excitedly, recalling when in Primordial, they, the Su Emperor Sect, had to retreat and never had the chance to spar with the Heavenly Emperor, leaving him feeling regretful.
Upon hearing this, the Su Emperor squinted his eyes, laid down the bronze sword, his eyes bursting with brilliant light.
"How many years has it been?"
"Ten thousand years? Or a million years? Perhaps longer."
"You’ve finally arrived."
The Su Emperor murmured, his face showing a strange smile.
He had been expecting a true confrontation with Qin Jun, for both to beco strongest and then fight, to determine who really was the strongest in the era.
For this, he had been waiting.
"Heavenly Emperor? Is he that highest god you ntioned?"
The blue-dress woman asked curiously, she rarely saw the Su Emperor smiling like this.
The Su Emperor nodded, then asked Ba Hanyou: "What is the Heavenly Emperor doing recently?"
"He is opposing the Imperial Court, reportedly heading with subordinates to Saint Dragon Ridge, perhaps because the Qianlong Emperor once visited Primordial." Ba Hanyou replied.
"The Imperial Court?"
The Su Emperor’s eyes flashed coldly; without hesitation, he imdiately ordered: "Closely monitor the Imperial Court, support the Heavenly Emperor at any ti if needed."
"Destroy anyone who dares to harm the Heavenly Emperor!"
His tone was chilling, full of murderous intent, as if cold winds were sweeping the land.
"Yes!"
As Ba Hanyou finished speaking, he disappeared from the original place.
The blue-dress woman couldn’t help but feel jealous, muttering: "You seem to care a lot about the Heavenly Emperor."
"Hmm, without him, there would be no ." The Su Emperor nodded, said while studying the bronze sword again.
"Really?"
The blue-dress woman pouted, her face showing a hint of suspicion, eyes tightly fixed on the Su Emperor.
Feeling a bit like seeing through with a glance.
...
In a blink, half a month has passed.
Qin Jun and others have already flown over seven divine domains, still far from Saint Dragon Ridge.
"So boring, would be great if the Imperial Court proactively sought us out."
Sun Wukong lay on his Sorsault Cloud, yawning with boredom, his words making Li Yuanba and Li Huahun nod.
Yang Jian spoke with a smile: "The Imperial Court must have already set ambushes at Saint Dragon Ridge; be cautious when going this ti."
The tragic death of Shen’ao surely caught the Imperial Court’s attention.
There might be several second-class Emperors, even first-class ones!
Qin Jun opened his eyes and said: "What’s wrong? Can’t wait?"
Sun Wukong scratched his head with a grin after hearing this: "Your Majesty, did I disturb you?"
"Not really, I just encountered a bottleneck myself and want to chat with you to relax."
Qin Jun smiled, looking at Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Li Yuanba; he inexplicably felt a sense of ti and change.
The three God and Demon companions followed him from the Xuandang Great World to the Three Thousand Great World, then to the inner universe, Ancient Saint Emperor’s Path, Primordial, endless void, now battling the eighth source dinsion.
Besides cultivation, their personalities haven’t changed since the beginning.
In contrast, Qin Jun himself had changed a lot.
"Speaking of which, what’s your goal, Your Majesty?" Sun Wukong asked.
Upon hearing this, other God and Demon also looked at Qin Jun, including Li Huahun.
Qin Jun smiled and said, "Of course, to be the strongest, truly and absolutely the strongest. I don’t believe in people beyond people, skies beyond skies; I want to be the highest sky."
The strongest!
Simple words, yet filled with an impossible promise.
At least the God and Demon couldn’t imagine how strong Qin Jun ant by the strongest.
"If Your Majesty becos the strongest, should we host a banquet for the entire Great Qin Heavenly Court? Celebrating in the myriad cosmos, what a magnificent scene it would be?"
Li Yuanba chuckled, he loved lively events, each triumphant return he’d host a banquet inviting the celestial officials and gods of the Great Qin Heavenly Court.
Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and scoffed: "Just thinking about eating and drinking, I feel Your Majesty should host a tournant of the strongest beneath the Heavenly Emperor, participants from every cosmic dinsion!"
"Then you might not even qualify to participate." Yang Jian teased with a tone of annoyance.
Mo Xie couldn’t help but laugh; even Li Huahun’s lips curled slightly upward.
Everyone began to speak freely, discussing what they’d like to do after Qin Jun achieves the strongest.
No one can eternally maintain high fighting spirit; they can now, but soday, they’ll lose the will to fight, wanting to stop.
Qin Jun shared this concern, always reminding himself never to stop moving forward.
At this mont, a figure flew from ahead.
The approaching one was a baby seemingly only one or two years old, wearing a small bellyband, with two braids tied on the head, skin fair yet seeming old.
He raced on a golden cloud, his aura very strong, unfathomable, drawing all God and Demon to look toward him.
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