1440: Chapter 1440: I am the White Emperor 1440: Chapter 1440: I am the White Emperor “Fate?”
Qin Jun furrowed his brows, somewhat puzzled by Huo Qubing’s meaning.
Huo Qubing urgently spoke, “It is the fate that once shattered the land of Chaos, it has come again, rushing towards the Inner Universe.”
The White Emperor’s aura was incredibly strange, as if he possessed no cultivation at all, making Huo Qubing dare not take him lightly.
“How could that be, he has already been subdued by Us!”
Qin Jun shook his head, stating that the split body of fate was still enduring endless solitude within the Wheel of Fate to this very day.
Wait—
Could it be…
Qin Jun instantly thought of the White Emperor; the appearance of the split body of fate back then was exactly the same as the White Emperor’s.
Could Huo Qubing have mistaken him?
Even as a Supreme being of Chaos, Qin Jun’s Divine Consciousness could not leave the Inner Universe in an instant, nor could it capture the aura of the White Emperor.
He spoke in a deep voice, “You may step down for now, let’s watch for any changes.”
Huo Qubing was stunned for a moment, then cupping his fists and bowing, he disappeared from the spot.
Qin Jun immediately closed his eyes, his consciousness delving deep into the Wheel of Fate.
At this moment, within the Wheel of Fate’s void space, the split body of fate was sitting cross-legged, as if in meditation.
His entire body was pitch black, like a shadow.
“Why are you here?
Are you going to let me out?”
The split body of fate opened its eyes, asking excitedly.
Qin Jun, disgruntled, said, “That depends on your performance.
I’m asking you, can you still make contact with fate now?”
The split body of fate immediately became dejected but then began to sense fate.
The next second, he suddenly stood up, exclaiming in shock, “How is this possible… How can fate be so powerful?”
Ever since being suppressed by Qin Jun, he had been cultivating constantly, unaware that countless years had passed in the outside world.
From the era of Chaos to the present, no one knew how much time had passed because during the time of Chaos, there were no calendar years, no concept of time, only Qin Jun held a concept of time in his heart.
The current fate was so strong it made the split body of fate feel chills; he hurriedly retreated his consciousness, fearing he would disturb fate.
“Can you still control fate?” Qin Jun asked in a heavy tone.
Could it be that the person Huo Qubing saw was truly fate and not the White Emperor?
The split body of fate hesitated, “It still doesn’t possess consciousness.
As long as I don’t violate the rules of fate, I should be able to gradually merge with it, and even replace it.”
“How long will that take?”
“Hmm…
I don’t know…
Until I become stronger than it, that should suffice.”
“…”
Qin Jun suddenly had an urge to smack this guy to death.
Wasn’t this split body of fate entirely useless now?
As if sensing Qin Jun’s anger, the split body of fate hurriedly said, “Even if I can’t merge with fate, I can still influence it, and help you!”
Having been imprisoned for so long, he was afraid and dared not offend Qin Jun.
“A person who looks exactly like you has appeared outside.
What do you think of that?”
Qin Jun asked, if it were the White Emperor, then it would be good news.
The White Emperor was his master in a past life, could even be said to be his father.
Without the White Emperor, there would not be a Qin Jun of today.
In his heart, the White Emperor’s status was higher than Ji Bubai’s.
Ji Bubai gave birth to him and protected him, granting him a bloodline.
The White Emperor raised and taught him, bestowing upon him peerless fortune.
“It might be an incarnate split body of fate.
I have just received a lot of messages.
With countless universes out there now, fate will inevitably divide into countless sub-fates to control the rules of each universe, and these sub-fates might develop consciousness like me, becoming split bodies of fate.
The outer form is conceived from the heart, which is why we look alike.” The split body of fate speculated.
Upon hearing this, Qin Jun suddenly felt that he had underestimated fate.
Could it be that the Dao is the same, constantly growing stronger and dividing into different split bodies of the Dao?
The more he thought about it, the more his head ached, and he immediately exited his consciousness from the Wheel of Fate.
“Hey!
When will you let me out?”
The split body of fate screamed; it was a product of fortuitous happenstance.
Initially, its consciousness was muddleheaded, solely responsible for acting according to the rules of fate.
However, entangled by Qin Jun and even stripped of fate, its consciousness had evolved over the long years into a unique being.
Sadly, no matter how it yelled, Qin Jun paid it no heed.
…
Boom—
Cang Baitian sliced Mo Ruohe with a slash, the powerful force blasted Mo Ruohe through space, across the turbulent flow of time, to the other end of the universe, spanning thousands of immortal domains.
Hua Yexiao’s face, splattered with blood, roared as he attacked Cang Baitian.
At this moment, the stars within a hundred billion miles had shattered, turning into dark nothingness, resembling Chaos.
The battlefield between the Supreme God Temple and the Devil Clan army had expanded limitlessly, with more and more powers joining to support, almost all allied with the Supreme God Temple.
At that moment, the White Emperor suddenly appeared, his body swirling with strange cyan flames, making him seem like a transformed fierce beast charging towards Cang Baitian.
From countless miles away, Cang Baitian sensed something and subconsciously looked back, but the White Emperor was already behind him.
The two were less than a meter apart, their gazes colliding.
In that instant, time seemed to slow, as Cang Baitian’s eyes widened.
In this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of terror washing over him, and his body, as a Supreme of the Great Dao, couldn’t move an inch.
“Scram!”
The White Emperor stared at him, bellowed furiously, the sound terrifyingly intense, scattering the demonic aura surrounding Cang Baitian.
Cang Baitian vomited blood and was sent flying backward like a shooting star, disappearing into the depths of the starry sky.
Soon, he was beyond the inner universe, entering an unknown starry space.
Hua Yexiao watched, his liver and gallbladder nearly splitting.
Bloodshot eyes, he screamed in his mind.
Who was this?
Just with a roar, Cang Baitian was repelled?
He couldn’t dare to imagine how terrifying the realm of the White Emperor was, only able to cautiously watch him.
The White Emperor glanced at him, chilling him to the bone as if he were in a cold dungeon, his soul frozen through.
“Where is the Xuandang Universe?”
The White Emperor asked in a deep voice, and in front of him, Hua Yexiao, a first-level Supreme of the Supreme God Temple, felt like a lamb, not daring to breathe too heavily.
“What do you intend to do…”
Trembling, Hua Yexiao asked, just then, Mo Ruohe hurried back.
His robe was tattered, and he was thoroughly bloodied and disheveled.
Upon seeing the White Emperor, he hurriedly stopped.
Shaking, he clenched his teeth and asked, “Who are you?”
There was an indescribable aura of terror about the White Emperor that made them feel fear at just a glance, an uncontrollable fear.
“Who I am is not important.
Tell me, where is the Xuandang Universe?”
The White Emperor looked askance at Mo Ruohe and asked.
Boom—
A majestic presence suddenly swept in, alarming Mo Ruohe and Hua Yexiao, causing them to turn their heads rapidly.
They saw the silver-armored man who had subdued Cang Baitian flying in with boundless holy light, like a beacon in the endless dark, sacred and magnificent.
“Who are you, and why do you obstruct my great cause?”
The silver-armored man demanded solemnly, his Divine Consciousness sweeping towards the White Emperor, making his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
He couldn’t see through the White Emperor’s cultivation.
You should know he is a Great Dao Emperor!
“I am the White Emperor.
Are you a Devil?”
The White Emperor gazed at the silver-armored man, his tone filled with murderous intent, as if the mere fact of being a Devil meant certain death by his hand.
The silver-armored man’s dao heart pounded under his gaze, and he hastily circulated his power to stabilize his vitality, grinding his teeth as he replied, “Are you from the Ancient Holy Emperor’s Way?”