Primordial Desolation: I, Emperor Jun, Only Want to Build the Primordial Desolation — Chapter 12

Wutian believed that he had only just entered the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm and was still insufficiently skilled at tearing through space. If he practiced a few more times, he would surely be able to catch Emperor Jun.

Yet what happened next disappointed him.

Whenever he tore open space to intercept Emperor Jun, all he could see was Emperor Jun's figure.

Though he was getting closer and closer, he could never quite reach him.

Several times, Wutian attacked the moment he saw Emperor Jun's figure, only to find that his attacks had missed, evaded by Emperor Jun.

Emperor Jun's speed truly infuriated Wutian.

It was revolting—more revolting than fighting him head-on.

That was what Wutian thought.

Most importantly, he always seemed just a hair's breadth away, yet that final sliver of distance was forever beyond his reach.

Visible, yet untouchable. That was the state Wutian and Emperor Jun were in now.

In truth, Emperor Jun had no way to swiftly escape this region either, because a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal's speed in traversing space was indeed extremely fast.

Each time, Emperor Jun was forced to change direction.

By now, Emperor Jun had even been driven back to the place where he had fought Wutian.

Wangshu had kept a portion of her attention on Emperor Jun all along, so naturally, she saw this scene.

Her heart finally settled, and she no longer stubbornly tried to break through the blockade.

Wutian traversed space and returned to the battlefield, only to catch another glimpse of Emperor Jun's figure.

There was not much Magical Power left in his body. Although it was continuously recovering, its rate of recovery was certainly slower than its rate of consumption.

By now, he understood that Emperor Jun's greatest strength was not combat, but his ability to flee for his life.

He had thought that after breaking through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, he could easily kill Emperor Jun. Who would have thought that Emperor Jun would be so slippery that he simply could not catch him?

This outcome was completely beyond Wutian's expectations, leaving him stifled with frustration.

Watching Emperor Jun's receding figure, he did not pursue him and instead left the battlefield directly.

With the protagonists of this battle gone, the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals on both sides also returned to their respective camps.

Eastern Primordial Desolation Base Camp.

Emperor Jun was repeatedly reviewing his battle with Wutian, comprehending the details of both his own fighting and Wutian's.

After a long while, Emperor Jun opened his eyes.

Though this encounter had appeared perilous, it had in fact been a false alarm, and he had gained a great deal from it.

One of Emperor Jun's purposes in coming to this battlefield had been to witness all manner of paths, accumulating foundations for his breakthrough to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

Three hundred years of battle had all become part of Emperor Jun's foundation.

Emperor Jun could naturally break through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm now, but the time was not yet right. He had not yet determined his own path.

He would wait a little longer. He believed the day of his breakthrough would not be far off.

"Is Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun here? Eastern Lord Duke has come to visit."

Hearing Eastern Lord Duke's voice, Emperor Jun rose and welcomed him inside.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, congratulations."

The moment he sat down, Eastern Lord Duke offered Emperor Jun his congratulations.

Emperor Jun looked at Eastern Lord Duke in confusion. "Fellow Daoist, what is there to congratulate me on?"

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist does not know? The entirety of the eastern Primordial Desolation is now spreading tales of your deeds."

Eastern Lord Duke spoke with a face full of envy.

"My deeds?"

"That's right. You fought Wutian, a Golden Immortal, to a draw, and even after he broke through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, you still managed to escape from his hands."

"It is said that Wutian was exceedingly enraged after returning."

Emperor Jun now understood what had happened, though he was also deeply puzzled. Could news like this really spread so quickly?

"Empty fame, that is all. Besides, I only barely escaped from Wutian's hands."

That was indeed what Emperor Jun thought.

What skill was there in escaping? If he truly had the ability, he should have made Wutian flee the moment he saw him.

Emperor Jun considered his own speed. If he truly had such an opportunity, Wutian would most likely be unable to escape.

Seeing Emperor Jun's calm demeanor, Eastern Lord Duke felt deeply envious, and even a trace of jealousy welled up within him.

The two had entered this battlefield at the same time. Back when they had worked together, Eastern Lord Duke had always assisted Emperor Jun.

At the time, Eastern Lord Duke had felt that he was constantly beneath Emperor Jun's shadow, unable to display his own prowess at all. That was why he had proposed parting ways.

He truly had not expected Emperor Jun to be so formidable.

After this battle, Emperor Jun had plainly become the foremost Golden Immortal among both the Dao and Devil factions.

The foremost Golden Immortal—just thinking about it showed how glorious it was.

Though he had made something of a name for himself now, he was still far inferior to Emperor Jun.

"He's Luo Hou's disciple. Aren't you excited?"

"So what? Can that help me break through my current realm?"

Emperor Jun countered.

Eastern Lord Duke found Emperor Jun's indifferent reaction utterly incomprehensible.

"Since you can now rival Wutian, might one of the Ancestors take you as a disciple as well?"

Seeing that Emperor Jun truly had no interest in making a name for himself, Eastern Lord Duke changed his line of inquiry.

"Probably not. There are countless gifted beings, yet I've never seen any Ancestor take one of them as a disciple."

"That's different. None of them have ever fought Wutian to a draw."

Emperor Jun glanced at Eastern Lord Duke before saying, "This is the critical juncture of the Dao-Devil Conflict. Why would the Ancestors waste their energy taking disciples?"

The Four Ancestors and Luo Hou were now locked in distant opposition. If one side made a move, the other would surely follow.

"Didn't Luo Hou take Wutian as his disciple too? I heard he only did so within the past ten thousand years, when the Demon Path conflict was also underway."

Eastern Lord Duke seemed determined to debate Emperor Jun on this matter, hoping to win out in this regard.

Seeing this, Emperor Jun instantly lost all desire to speak with Eastern Lord Duke.

Yet Eastern Lord Duke had no intention of letting him off, continuing, "Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, you should make an effort—or ask Senior Wangshu to make an effort for you."

Emperor Jun looked at Eastern Lord Duke before saying, "There is no need for Fellow Daoist to trouble himself with my affairs. Fellow Daoist should worry about himself instead."

"My injuries from fighting Wutian have yet to fully heal. I need treatment as soon as possible, so I will not keep Fellow Daoist any longer."

There was none of his earlier politeness in Emperor Jun's words. He was even preparing to show his guest the door.

Eastern Lord Duke's words had crossed the line just now. He had actually begun telling Emperor Jun what to do.

Though he appeared to be acting for Emperor Jun's sake, Emperor Jun had not sensed a shred of goodwill in them.

Eastern Lord Duke made it sound easy—make an effort himself. Was a mere Golden Immortal supposed to rack his brains trying to find the Four Ancestors?

"Fellow Daoist Emperor Jun, you..."

"See yourself out, Fellow Daoist."

Before Eastern Lord Duke could finish, Emperor Jun spoke again.

Seeing Emperor Jun's cold expression, anger could not help but surface on Eastern Lord Duke's face.

He simply could not understand Emperor Jun's sudden dismissal, and naturally, fury rose in his heart.

In the end, considering the gap in strength between himself and Emperor Jun, he left Emperor Jun's temporary abode with a bellyful of rage.

Watching Eastern Lord Duke's departing figure, Emperor Jun thought, The two who once underwent trials together have now gone their separate ways.

Emperor Jun did not feel much about it. Eastern Lord Duke had merely arrived together with him, and they had separated during the battles afterward. They had never shared any deep friendship.

Still, today's conversation had given Emperor Jun a greater understanding of Eastern Lord Duke.

If Eastern Lord Duke had not deliberately intended to harm him, then he must have held exceedingly high expectations for what Emperor Jun could accomplish.

Of course, one could also call it stupidity.

Emperor Jun recalled the legends of later generations, in which Hongjun appointed Eastern Lord Duke as the Leader of Male Immortals. It seemed that Eastern Lord Duke had truly come to regard himself as the Leader of Male Immortals.

He had even established the Celestial Court, intending to control all those of the Immortal Dao.

Eastern Lord Duke might not have been evil. He might truly have been foolish.

Emperor Jun shook his head and cast those thoughts aside.

At the very least, whatever Eastern Lord Duke became had little to do with him now.