Chapter 1321: The Sinner Who Buried the Creator (First Update)
On the back of the treasure seal, Grand Emperor’s heart leaped: “That voice... Damn it! That old bastard is still alive!”
He urgently urged his divine consciousness, attempting to create an illusion to deceive Shu Jun’s perception.
However, Qin Mu’s Four Mine Grand Seal was far too powerful, and the divine consciousness he could mobilize was severely limited. Moreover, he was no expert in illusory divine consciousness—Gong Yun was the true master of that art.
Grand Emperor inwardly groaned. Besides being his old rival, Shu Jun was also his uncle by seniority.
In the ancient era, the Three Kings of the Primordial Era—King Boyang was the most steady and reserved, never contending with him for the position of Grand Emperor. King Gong Yun had wanted to compete but failed, eventually marrying him instead. Since she couldn’t become Grand Emperor, she chose to become the Grand Emperor’s woman, ruling the world through indirect means.
Shu Jun, however, was not so easy to deal with. From beginning to end, he had never shown Grand Emperor any deference. He constantly fought and argued, and relying on his status as uncle, he never gave Grand Emperor a kind look!
In the ancient era, the one who gave Grand Emperor the most headaches was him.
If Shu Jun saw Grand Emperor reduced to just a head now, who knew what insults he would spew!
But Shu Jun had already arrived beside Qin Mu. His oversized head leaned in, examining the treasure seal behind Qin Mu, and he chuckled, “Where did you snatch this treasure from? You should have gone to pick up Grand Emperor’s corpse—I went to do that, but unfortunately, I was too late and found nothing... Juyu Clan!”
His face twisted in shock as his gaze fell on the head sealed by four mountain ranges on the back of the seal. His expression froze, then after a moment turned ferocious. He ground his teeth and snarled, “Grand Emperor!”
Grand Emperor sighed inwardly and sneered, “Shu Jun, you’re still alive? Truly, life is full of unexpected encounters...”
“You son of a bitch!”
Shu Jun erupted in fury, his voice sharp as a blade: “You bastard who destroyed our Creator race! Heaven has eyes—you’ve finally gotten what you deserve! You son of a bitch, you killed our entire Creator race! Everyone is dead, so why aren’t you dead, you son of a bitch? You son of a...”
“Shut up!”
Grand Emperor was enraged, his curly hair standing on end. The majesty of the ancient Grand Emperor was overwhelming, his voice trembling with anger: “You are merely a king, while I am an emperor. Watch your mouth...”
“You son of a bitch Grand Emperor!”
The big-headed youth stepped forward, ready to fight him, roaring: “Without the Creator race, what kind of emperor would you be? All our people died because of you!”
The treasure seal was yanked down, and Grand Emperor, trapped inside, could only take the beating without resistance. Frustrated, he shouted, “Mu Tianzun, stop him!”
Qin Mu did not intervene. Grand Emperor, furious beyond measure, cried out, “Shu Jun, do you have the nerve to blame me for the extinction of the Creators? Were you any better back then? When we were driven out of the Ancestral Court, our power was already inferior to the Ancient Gods. Wasn’t it you who insisted on war? By then, I had already lost my authority and could no longer command the armies of the Creator clans! The clans elected you as their commander—you were the Grand Emperor then! I was already a stray dog, powerless!”
Shu Jun grabbed his head and pummeled him, leaving Grand Emperor’s face bruised and swollen.
Grand Emperor, unable to resist, chuckled darkly: “Boyang was already dead. I was shattered along with the Primordial Origin Stone and exiled. Gong Yun was assassinated by Heavenly Emperor Taichu. Of the Three Kings, only you remained. You were the last Grand Emperor of the Creator race! What did you do?”
Hearing this, Shu Jun’s rage boiled over. He pressed Grand Emperor’s head down and hammered it relentlessly, panting heavily.
“At that time, you should have led the clans in escape, seeking the Great Void or building another one! But instead, you took command and led the clans into a decisive battle against Taichu and the other Ancient Gods! The site of that battle was the Blood Rust Zone!”
Grand Emperor, as if feeling no pain, shouted: “The last elite forces of the Creator race were wiped out by you—they all died because of you! Our race was exterminated because of you! And you have the nerve to call me a son of a bitch? You’re the son of a bitch!”
Suddenly, Shu Jun slumped to the ground, sitting there with a vacant stare, all strength gone from beating Grand Emperor.
The big-headed youth’s face was filled with dejection and a heavy gloom. He suddenly covered his face and burst into loud sobs.
Grand Emperor’s face was battered beyond recognition, but he said coldly, “You always dreamed of defeating me, of becoming Grand Emperor yourself. In the race’s darkest hour, you did achieve that. The clan leaders and elders elected you, placing you on the throne of Grand Emperor. They hoped you could turn the tide, lead the people to victory. Did you?”
Shu Jun collapsed to the ground, weeping, his body convulsing.
Grand Emperor continued to strike at him, his voice icy: “You didn’t. You took the clan leaders and elders, used the Creator race’s last wealth to set up countless altars in the stars, gathered everyone’s power in sacrifice, and used all the Creators’ divine consciousness to create new Ancient Gods. You reshaped the Heavenly Duke, reshaped the Earth Lord, reshaped all the celestial deities!”
“You took out the sacred relics that the clans had worshipped for billions of years—those powerful relics were the protectors of the clans! How mighty they were! You were confident, thinking you could fight the Ancient Gods. That battle—even I never imagined it would be so tragic.”
“Endless stretches of the starry sky were shattered. Continents made of Xirang were ground to dust. One by one, the sacred relics born from the Creators’ worship broke and died.”
“Countless clansmen died in that battle. Their blood stained that stretch of the starry sky the color of rust. Heh heh. They all died, died in the Blood Rust Campaign you led! Your Taipu died there too, didn’t he? Taipu grew up following you, that giant beast was loyal to you, it admired and worshipped you like a child. When it died before your eyes, did you realize you were wrong?”
Grand Emperor coldly watched Shu Jun, whose body was twisted from weeping too violently, and continued his merciless attack: “Everyone says I exterminated the Creator race, that I am the sinner. But if I had led the people, I would never have chosen the Blood Rust Zone for the final battle. I am a sinner of the Creator race, but my sin is not as great as yours. You are the one who caused the extinction of the Creator race! I’ve borne too much blame for you!”
Shu Jun pressed his hands and knees against the ground, trying to get up, but failed. Instead, he vomited violently, bringing up nothing but bile.
“Sinner!” Grand Emperor said coldly.
Shu Jun was completely drained. He lay on the ground, his eyes devoid of any life.
Qin Mu watched this scene silently, saying nothing. Only Shu Jun lay there like a dead fish, gasping for breath.
In the void of the Great Void’s other shore, the Creator race there had never cared much for Shu Jun. Even King Langwo showed him indifference.
Back then, Qin Mu had found it puzzling. He was an outsider, yet he could become the Sacred Infant of the Creators on the other shore, while Shu Jun, one of the Three Kings of the Primordial Era, received no respect from them.
Now, he understood the reason.
After a moment, Qin Mu helped Shu Jun to his feet. Shu Jun seemed to have aged greatly. He weakly pushed Qin Mu’s hand away, not meeting his eyes, as if ashamed to face him. He turned and staggered out of the Ten Thousand Black Mountains.
Shu Jun moved like a wounded old wolf, limping as he walked, growing more distant.
Grand Emperor was indeed formidable. Even with only a head left, sealed by Qin Mu, he could accurately pinpoint everyone’s weaknesses, shatter their Dao heart, and break their resolve!
Now, Shu Jun had been struck down by him, losing all will to live. If he walked away like this, he would likely give up completely and eventually choose to die silently in some remote corner.
“Shu Jun!”
Qin Mu called out to him, his expression calm: “Are you still a Creator?”
Shu Jun stopped and turned back.
“I am the Sacred Infant of the Creator race. I need a king who dares to take responsibility.”