Lord of Myth! Minghe!

Buzz!!!

The Myth Imprint swirled, strands of hazy mist gradually rising as countless insights interwove. As Di Jun's mind sank into stillness, numerous strange phenomena emerged around him.

It was as if the cosmos were evolving, as if worlds were being born. Boundless stars shone down, endless rays of light cascaded from the heavens, incomparable, with the echoes of the Great Dao reverberating.

Threads formed from the power of the Great Dao intertwined and wove together, seeming to compile and construct a complete rune within Di Jun's sea of consciousness. The profound and abstruse power of the Great Dao surged and churned, mysteriously feeding back a torrent of origin essence that scoured and washed Di Jun's physical body.

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

In an instant, the speed of Di Jun's conversion to the Mythological System skyrocketed. If it had been '1' before, now it was '5'—and still climbing!

Shua!!!

His eyes snapped open. All phenomena around him vanished, everything collapsed. A power that was lofty, immortal, transcending all, and reaching straight to the root gradually settled and faded from Di Jun's gaze.

"This is..."

His eyelids drooped slightly. Di Jun sensed for a moment, then comprehension dawned. "Myth... characteristics!"

Mythological Origin characteristics!

Mythological Source characteristics!

The moment he created the Mythological Cultivation System, a Myth Imprint—or Mythological Mark—had condensed within Di Jun's sea of consciousness. It resembled a status in some ways, yet was completely different. Aside from emitting profound insights, Di Jun had found no other use for it.

Now it seemed there were other uses—he simply hadn't touched upon them yet!

"The Mythological Cultivation System was created by me. Anyone who cultivates it—all their insights will converge on me? That means, the more people who cultivate the Mythological System, the stronger I become, forever standing above all cultivators of the Mythological System?"

"No, no, it's far more than that. If they cultivate the Mythological System, their origins will be imprinted into this mark. With a single thought, I can strip their cultivation, or transmit power across time and space to empower them, or directly seal their Dao Fruits."

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

As he carefully sensed it, countless streams of information converged. Di Jun's body trembled, his eyes gradually brightening. Murmured words spilled from his lips. When he spoke the final four characters, in that instant, a mysterious origin feedback seemed to occur, as if a root source shone down. An intangible booming sound erupted from the void.

Transcending the level of reality, surmounting all dimensions, it was as if an echo and explosion pointed straight to the root and the end. The Mythological Mark even manifested on Di Jun's brow.

Ancestor of Myth!

Lord of Myth!!!

He created myth; he is myth. All power converges upon him, forever supreme, forever transcendent!

"The Heavenly Court has its destiny to empower me, the method of granting Mythological Status has its construction, and now the Mythological System's origin shines back on me. What is this, a multi-layered buff? Straight to invincibility!"

His expression turning slightly odd, Di Jun couldn't help but sigh.

Invincible!

This was truly invincible!

As long as he was given enough time, it would be invincible in the truest sense. Immortal, destined for the peak; growing, certain to reach supremacy!

"I was originally going to immediately convert to the Mythological Cultivation System, but looking at it now, there's no rush. The Mythological System has already been born, and the Heavenly Court's destiny is growing day by day. Its transformation is probably not far off. I need to put the second realm of the Method of Mythological Imperial Dynasty on the agenda."

Di Jun thought to himself.

If there were no feedback and empowerment from the Mythological System, then Di Jun would naturally need to hurry up and convert. But now? Was it still necessary?

If all beings in the Heavenly Court cultivated the Mythological System, the terrifying amount of feedback that would bring to Di Jun was easy to imagine. One more of him wouldn't make a difference; one less wouldn't matter either. Under these circumstances, there was naturally no need to rush. It was better to consider other matters thoroughly.

"The chaotic operations of the various Heavenly Court departments can be set aside for now, but one position is absolutely critical—the Heavenly Court's... Supreme Commander!"

His eyes narrowing slightly, Di Jun spoke in a deep voice.

The Heavenly Court's Supreme Commander! The commander-in-chief of the Heavenly Court's trillions of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals!

Whether it was Taiyi, Fuxi, or even Nuwa, Kunpeng, Randeng, and the Ten Heavenly Sages—their cultivation and strength were considerable. But when it came to combat prowess, or whether they were truly skilled in battle, that was a different matter entirely.

Looking across the entire Primordial Continent, when it came to battle, who could compare to one person?

A faint smile appeared on his face. After thinking for a moment, Di Jun turned his gaze to a patch of empty space. With a single thought, intangible spatial power spread out. One spatial rune after another rapidly assembled, and in an instant, a Space Tunnel seemed to take shape.

Sea of Blood.

Asura Palace.

A young man in a blood-red robe, his temperament cold and stern, sat cross-legged in cultivation. Beside him, two long swords radiating endless killing intent hummed faintly. Sharp and vast murderous aura permeated his surroundings. Every move and word seemed to tear the void, terrifying enough to pierce through the Endless Void.

His name was Minghe!

Across the entire Primordial Continent, if anyone dared to claim second place in battle and slaughter, Minghe would be the one no one dared to claim first!

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

Gazing intently, he could vaguely see through the Space Tunnel the lofty and magnificent palaces beyond. It was as if a majestic heavenly might was rushing toward him, overlooking the evolution of all realms from above endless dimensions. Every ray of light and color contained profound and abstruse charm.

"The Heavenly Court..."

His expression shifted. Taking a deep breath, Minghe had already guessed who the inviter was. Though his gaze was solemn, he quickly composed himself. Rising, he waved his hand to put away Yuantu and Abi, the two Killing Treasures, then stepped into the Space Tunnel.

Since the invitation had already been extended to his doorstep, would refusal even matter? He would go and see. There was no other choice.

Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Di Jun, who had been resting with his eyes closed and pondering various matters, slowly opened his eyes. At the same moment, the cold-faced Minghe walked in from outside the hall.

"Minghe, pays respects to Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor."

Bowing, Minghe spoke in a low voice.

No matter how inherently proud Minghe was, he naturally dared not act rashly before Di Jun. After all, the Di Jun of today was truly no longer what he used to be. Even among beings of the same era, calling Di Jun the number one under the saints was by no means an exaggeration.

This was not a reputation built on empty praise—it was earned through battle!

"Rise, no need for formalities. Sit."

"Since the Dao Ancestor's lectures ended, we haven't met formally in a long time. If I calculate the time, it's been nearly a Yuanji, hasn't it?"

Di Jun said with a smile, and in his mind surfaced the introduction of Minghe.

Minghe was born from the Sea of Blood, which itself came into being when Pangu's Creation saw the essence blood of countless Chaos Demon Gods mix with the aura of slaughter, further blended with the stagnant blood from Pangu's navel wound suffered during the great battle.

For this reason, the Sea of Blood also represented the ultimate yin and evil in the Primordial Wilderness, which is why the Six Paths of Reincarnation would later be born from the Sea of Blood.

One could imagine how adept at slaughter a being born from such an environment would be. If not for this, Minghe would not be called the foremost master of slaughter in the Primordial Wilderness.

Even in the destined era of the saints, Minghe shone just as brightly. Though he never attained sainthood, he possessed the strength to contend with a saint, earning the title that as long as the Sea of Blood did not dry up, Minghe would not die. From this, one could imagine how terrifying Minghe's talent was—his reputation was well-deserved.

"Good."

Seeing the cushion appear, Minghe acknowledged with a single word, sat down expressionlessly, and then said nothing. He simply fixed his gaze in Di Jun's direction, not staring directly but clearly indicating that if Di Jun did not speak, he would not speak either.

"..."

The corner of Di Jun's mouth twitched slightly.

No wonder everyone said Minghe was hard to get along with. He hadn't experienced much of it before with limited contact, but now he understood.

A blank face? Cold face, cold heart? Or cold face, warm heart?

"Are you willing to join the Heavenly Court?"

Facing such a powerful being, Di Jun naturally did not waste words. Or rather, given Di Jun's current status, he had no need for idle chatter with anyone, so he went straight to the point.

"I can, but I need to know why the Heavenly Court has undergone such a tremendous transformation. This is absolutely not something an organization established for less than ten epochs could achieve. The Purple Mansion developed for an entire Yuanji, and East King Duke obtained so many opportunities, yet he was no match for the Heavenly Court in a single battle."

"Also, what were the laws and paths brought by the strange phenomenon from the Heavenly Realm earlier?"

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

Minghe showed no surprise. Hearing Di Jun's invitation, his eyes burned with intensity as he asked sharply.

"You're quite direct."

"Want to learn? I can teach you."

Di Jun said with a faint smile.