Lord of Myth! Minghe!

Buzz!!!

The Myth Imprint circulated, wisps of hazy energy gradually rising as countless insights intertwined. While Di Jun's mind sank into stillness, numerous strange phenomena quietly emerged around him.

It was as if the cosmos were evolving and a world was being born. Boundless stars shone down, and rosy clouds filled the sky. It was an utterly incomparable sight, with the sound of the Dao echoing all around.

Threads formed from the power of one Great Dao after another intertwined and coiled together, as if weaving a complete rune within Di Jun's sea of consciousness. Profound and enigmatic, the power of the Great Dao surged and churned, and in the unseen depths, a great deal of origin energy flowed back, cleansing and washing over Di Jun's body.

Just as Di Jun was converting all his cultivation into the Mythological Cultivation System, the Mythological Mark at the center of his sea of consciousness suddenly trembled slightly. One phantom figure after another appeared around it.

In an instant, Di Jun's progress in switching to the Mythological System surged. If it had been '1' before, it was now '5'—and it was still climbing!

Whoosh!!!

Di Jun's eyes snapped open. All things around him came into being, then shattered. A lofty, undying power, transcending all things and reaching down to their very origin, gradually settled and faded from his eyes.

"What is this..."

His eyes lowered slightly. After a brief moment of sensing, Di Jun suddenly understood. "Myth... traits!"

The traits of the Mythological Origin!

The traits of the Mythological Source!

The moment he created the Mythological Cultivation System, the Myth Imprint—or Mythological Mark, as it might be called—had condensed within Di Jun's sea of consciousness. It was somewhat like a status, yet also completely different. Aside from radiating profound insights, Di Jun had discovered nothing else about it.

Now it seemed that it wasn't that there was nothing else to discover. He simply hadn't touched upon it yet!

"The Mythological Cultivation System was created by me. Does that mean all the insights of those who cultivate the Mythological System will gather within me? In other words, the more people cultivate the Mythological System, the stronger I become, forever transcending all who cultivate it?"

"No, no, that's far from all. If they cultivate the Mythological System, their origins will be imprinted within this mark. With a single thought, I can strip away their cultivation, send power across Space-Time to empower them, or directly seal their Dao fruits."

"This is... the Ancestor of Myth!"

As he carefully sensed it, it was as if countless pieces of information converged. Di Jun's body trembled, and his eyes gradually brightened. Words spoken almost in a murmur left his lips. When he reached the final four words, the origin seemed to respond from beyond, as if the source itself had reflected back. An invisible rumble suddenly rang out from the void.

It transcended reality, towered over every dimension, and seemed to point straight to the origin and the end—a reverberation and sudden peal that made the Mythological Mark appear between Di Jun's brows.

Ancestor of Myth!

Lord of Myth!!!

He created myth, and he was myth. All power converged within him; he would forever be supreme, forever transcend all!

"The Heavenly Court can use the destiny of the Mythological Imperial Dynasty to empower me. Teaching the method of Mythological Status lets me build Mythological Status. And now the origin of the Mythological System reflects back upon me. What is this, some kind of stacked buff? I'm practically invincible!"

Di Jun's expression turned a little strange as he couldn't help but exclaim.

Invincible!

He was truly invincible!

If he was given enough time, he would be invincible in the truest sense of the word. Immortality meant he was destined to reach the peak, and growth meant he was certain to become supreme!

"I'd planned to switch to the Mythological Cultivation System right away, but it looks like there's no need to rush. The Mythological Cultivation System has now been established, and the Heavenly Court's destiny is growing by the day. Its transformation can't be far off. I need to put the second stage of the Method of Mythological Imperial Dynasty on the agenda."

Di Jun pondered.

Without the Mythological System's feedback and empowerment, Di Jun would naturally have needed to hurry up and switch. But now, was there any need?

If all the beings of the Heavenly Court cultivated the Mythological System, one could imagine just how terrifying the feedback Di Jun would receive. One more or less made little difference. In this situation, there was no need to rush; he might as well make sure everything else was in order.

"Let's set aside the disorder in the Heavenly Court's various departments for now. But one candidate is absolutely crucial: the Heavenly Court's commander!"

Di Jun's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke in a deep voice.

The Heavenly Court's commander—the marshal who would lead the countless billions of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals!

Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, Kunpeng, Randeng, and the Ten Heavenly Sages all had considerable cultivation and strength. But as for their combat prowess—or, more precisely, whether they excelled at fighting—that much was self-evident.

Across the entire Primordial Continent, when it came to fighting, who could possibly surpass one person?

A faint smile appeared on Di Jun's face. After a moment's thought, he turned his gaze toward a certain stretch of void. At a thought, invisible spatial power spread out, and space runes rapidly assembled. In a mere instant, a Space Tunnel seemed to take shape.

The Sea of Blood.

Within Asura Palace.

A stern-looking young man in a blood-red robe sat cross-legged in cultivation. Beside him, two long swords exuded endless killing intent, faintly pulsing as a sharp, surging murderous aura permeated his surroundings. With every word and movement, it seemed the void itself might split apart, as if his power could pierce the Endless Void.

His name was Minghe!

Across the entire Primordial Continent, when it came to fighting and killing, if Minghe dared claim second place, no one would dare claim first!!!

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, Minghe's eyes snapped open. He looked ahead and saw space churn as a Space Tunnel rapidly took shape.

Looking closely, one could just make out, through the Space Tunnel, one majestic and magnificent palace after another. A vast celestial might seemed to rush toward him. It was as if they looked down from above endless dimensions upon the evolution of all the worlds under heaven, each streak of radiant light suffused with an enigmatic resonance.

"The Heavenly Court."

His expression shifted. Minghe drew a deep breath, already guessing who had invited him. Though his gaze was grave, he quickly composed himself. Rising, he waved his hand and put away Yuantu and Abi, the two Killing Treasures, then strode into the Space Tunnel.

Since the invitation had come right to his doorstep, would refusing even help? He might as well go and see for himself; he had no other choice.

Within Heaven Emperor Palace.

Di Jun had closed his eyes to rest and think over a few things. He slowly opened them, and at the same time, Minghe, his expression cold, entered from outside the hall.

"Minghe pays his respects to Your Majesty."

He bowed and spoke in a deep voice.

No matter how proud Minghe might be by nature, he wouldn't dare show the slightest disrespect to Di Jun. After all, the Di Jun of today was truly no longer what he had once been. Although they were beings of the same era, it was absolutely no exaggeration to call Di Jun the strongest beneath the Saints.

That reputation hadn't been earned through boasting. It had been earned through battle!

"Rise. Sit."

"Since Dao Ancestor finished preaching, we haven't met properly in a long time. By my reckoning, it must have been nearly one Kalpa."

Di Jun spoke with a smile, and information about Minghe surfaced in his mind.

Minghe had been born from the Sea of Blood. The Sea of Blood had come into being when the blood essence of countless Chaos Demon Gods, mixed with killing intent, had combined with the bruised blood from Pangu's navel after he was injured in battle during Pangu's Creation.

For this very reason, the Sea of Blood represented all that was yin and evil in the Primordial Wilderness. It was also why, in later ages, the Six Paths of Reincarnation would come into being there.

One could imagine how skilled someone born in such an environment would be at killing. Otherwise, Minghe wouldn't be known as the greatest killer in the Primordial Wilderness.

Even in the destined course of events, when the age of the Saints arrived, Minghe was still dazzling. Though he never attained the Dao, he possessed the strength to battle a Saint and was said to be immortal as long as the Sea of Blood remained. From this, one could see just how terrifying Minghe's talent was. His reputation was well deserved.

"Fine."

Seeing a meditation cushion appear, Minghe answered and sat down expressionlessly. Then he said nothing, merely turning his gaze toward Di Jun. Though he didn't look him directly in the eye, he faced his way, clearly meaning: if you don't speak, neither will I.

"..."

Di Jun's mouth twitched.

No wonder everyone said Minghe was difficult to get along with. They hadn't interacted much before, so Di Jun hadn't really understood it. Now he did.

Was he expressionless? Cold on the outside and on the inside, or cold on the outside but warm inside?

"Would you be willing to join the Heavenly Court?"

Di Jun naturally wouldn't waste words with a powerhouse like this. Or rather, given his current status, he didn't need to waste words with anyone. So he asked outright.

"I can, but I need to know why the Heavenly Court has undergone such a tremendous transformation. This is absolutely not something a faction founded fewer than ten Huiyuan ago could accomplish. The Purple Mansion developed for a Kalpa, and East King Duke obtained so many opportunities, yet he still wasn't a match for the Heavenly Court."

"Also, what are the Dao and the method behind the strange phenomena that appeared in the Heavenly Realm earlier?"

"If I join the Heavenly Court, what benefits can I get?"

Minghe wasn't surprised. When he heard Di Jun's invitation, his eyes immediately blazed as he asked, his gaze bright and intent.

"You're certainly direct."

"Want to learn? I can teach you."

Di Jun smiled.