Chapter 1321: The Sinner Who Buried the Creator Race (First Update)
On the back of the treasure seal, Emperor Tai's heart skipped a beat: "That voice... damn it! That old bastard is still alive!"
He hurriedly activated his divine consciousness, attempting to create an illusion to deceive Shu Jun's perception.
However, Qin Mu's Four Mines Great Seal was far too powerful, and the divine consciousness he could mobilize was truly limited. Moreover, he was not a master of divine consciousness illusions—Gong Jun was.
Emperor Tai inwardly cursed his misfortune. Shu Jun was not only his old rival but also his uncle by generation.
Back in the ancient times of the Three Kings, Boyang Divine King was the most steady and reserved, never contending with him for the position of Emperor Tai. Gong Jun Divine King had wanted to compete but failed, and in the end, she simply married him.
Since Gong Jun could not become Emperor Tai, she would become the woman of Emperor Tai, ruling the world through indirect means.
But Shu Jun was not so easy to deal with. Shu Jun had never shown him any deference from start to finish—always fighting, always contending, and relying on his status as uncle to never give Emperor Tai a good face!
In the ancient era, the one who gave Emperor Tai the biggest headache was him.
If Shu Jun saw that Emperor Tai was now reduced to just a head, who knew what words would come out of his mouth!
Yet Shu Jun had already arrived beside Qin Mu, his big head leaning over to examine the treasure seal behind Qin Mu, laughing: "Where did you snatch another treasure from? You should have gone to pick up Emperor Tai's corpse—I went to do just that, but unfortunately I arrived too late and didn't find anything... Ju Yu Clan!"
Horror spread across his face, his gaze falling upon the head sealed by four mountain ranges on the back of the seal, unable to look away. His expression froze, then after a moment turned ferocious, teeth grinding: "Emperor Tai!"
Emperor Tai sighed inwardly, sneering: "Shu Jun, you're still alive? Truly, the world is small..."
"You motherf*cker!"
Shu Jun flew into a rage, his voice harsh: "You scum who destroyed my Creator race! Heaven have mercy, you've finally gotten what you deserve, you motherf*cker, you killed my entire Creator race! Everyone is dead, why won't you die, you motherf*cker? You mother—"
"Silence!"
Emperor Tai was furious, his curly hair standing on end, the majesty of an ancient great emperor overwhelming, his voice trembling with anger: "You are merely a king, while I am an emperor. Watch your mouth..."
"You motherf*cking Emperor Tai!"
The big-headed youth stepped forward, intending to fight him, enraged: "Without the Creator race, what kind of emperor would you be? All our people died because of you!"
The treasure seal was pulled down by him, and Emperor Tai, trapped inside the seal, could only take the beating without being able to resist, exasperated: "Pastoral Thien Ton, stop him for me!"
Qin Mu did not intervene. Emperor Tai was beside himself with rage, shouting: "Shu Jun, how dare you blame me for the extinction of the Creators? Were you any better than me 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 advocated for war? I had already lost my authority by then and could no longer command the armies of the various Creator clans! They all recommended you as their commander—at that time, you were the Emperor Tai! I was already a stray dog, without any power!"
Shu Jun grabbed his head and beat him viciously, leaving Emperor Tai's face swollen and bruised.
Emperor Tai could not resist, laughing grimly: "Boyang was already dead by then. I was shattered and exiled after my Primordial Stone was broken, and Gong Jun was assassinated by Heavenly Emperor Tai Chu. Of the Three Kings, only you remained—you were the last Emperor Tai of the Creator race! What did you do?"
Hearing this, Shu Jun was even more enraged, pressing his head down and hammering it desperately, panting heavily.
"At that time, you should have led the various clans in escape, searching for the Great Void, or building another Great Void! But what did you do instead? You took command as the supreme general and led the clans into a decisive battle against Tai Chu and the other Ancient Gods! And where did you choose to fight? The Rust Blood Zone!"
Emperor Tai seemed to feel no pain at all, shouting: "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 motherf*cker? You're the motherf*cker!"
Shu Jun suddenly plopped down on the ground, his gaze vacant, no longer having the strength to continue beating Emperor Tai.
The big-headed youth's face was filled with dejection, heavy with gloom, and suddenly he covered his face and burst into loud sobs.
Emperor Tai's face had been beaten beyond recognition, and he said coldly: "You always dreamed of defeating me, dreamed of becoming Emperor Tai yourself. And when our race was at its most critical moment, you truly did achieve it. The clan leaders and elders recommended you and placed you on the throne of Emperor Tai. They hoped you could turn the tide, hoped you could lead the people to victory against all odds. Did you?"
Shu Jun collapsed to the ground, weeping, his body convulsing continuously.
Emperor Tai continued to strike at him, his voice icy: "You didn't. You took the clan leaders and elders, used the last wealth of the Creator race, and arranged countless altars across the starry sky, gathering everyone's power to perform sacrifices, using the divine consciousness of all Creators to create one Ancient God after another. You reshaped the Heavenly Duke, reshaped the Earth Mother, reshaped all the gods of the heavens!"
"You took out the sacred relics that the various clans had worshipped for billions of years—those powerful relics were the protectors of each clan. How mighty were they? You were full of confidence, believing you could fight the Ancient Gods. That battle—even I never imagined it would be so tragic."
"Stretching for countless trillions of miles, the starry sky was shattered to pieces. Countless continents made of breath-soil were ground to dust. The sacred relics born from the worship of the Creator clans broke and died one after another."
"Countless clansmen died in that battle, their blood dyeing that stretch of starry sky the color of rust. Heh heh, they all died, died in the Rust Blood Campaign under your command! Your Taipu died there too, didn't it? Taipu grew up following you. That great beast was utterly loyal to you. It admired you like a child, worshipped you. When it died in battle before your eyes, did you realize you were wrong?"
Emperor Tai coldly watched Shu Jun, whose body was twisted from weeping too violently on the ground, and continued to strike at him without mercy: "People all say I exterminated the Creator race, that I am the sinner. But if it had been me leading the people, I would never have chosen the Rust Blood 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 truly caused the extinction of the Creator race! I have borne too many sins for you!"
Shu Jun braced himself on all fours, trying desperately to get up, but could not. Instead, he vomited violently—yet nothing came out except mouthfuls of bile.
"Sinner!" Emperor Tai said coldly.
Shu Jun had completely lost his strength, lying prone on the ground, his eyes devoid of any spark of life.
Qin Mu quietly watched this scene, saying nothing. Only Shu Jun lay there like a dead fish, gasping for breath.
In the other shore void of the Great Void, the Creator race there had never really cared much for Shu Jun. Even Lang Wan Divine King showed no concern for Shu Jun Divine King.
Back then, Qin Mu had found it somewhat puzzling—he was an outsider, yet he could become the Holy Infant of the Creators on the other shore, while Shu Jun, one of the ancient Three Kings, received no respect from the Creators there.
Now, he understood the reason.
After a moment, Qin Mu helped Shu Jun to his feet. Shu Jun seemed to have aged greatly, weakly pushing away his hand. He did not look at him, as if ashamed to face him again. He turned and staggered out of the Ten Thousand Black Mountains.
Shu Jun was like a wounded old wolf, limping as he walked, growing farther and farther away.
Emperor Tai was indeed formidable. Even with only a head left, and sealed by Qin Mu, he could accurately pinpoint each person's weakness, shatter their Dao heart, and dismantle their will!
Now, Shu Jun had been struck by him to the point of losing all interest in life. If Shu Jun left like this, he would probably completely abandon himself and ultimately 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 in his tracks and turned back.
"I am the Holy Infant of the Creator race. I need a Divine King who dares to take responsibility."