The Strongest Mythical Emperor

"Qianyue Kingdom... the disgraced prince Qin Jun..."

Dressed in white prison garb, Qin Jun slumped in the prison carriage like a beggar, as two strong black horses pulled the vehicle, causing Qin Jun's body to rise and fall with the carriage.

At this moment, Qin Jun's mood was on the verge of collapse.

Damn!

I've actually transmigrated!

Qin Jun, his face smeared with filth, scanned his surroundings. Fifteen soldiers were escorting him, presently traveling through a gorge. The setting sun hung low, the mountain walls on either side were bare, towering dozens of meters high, and the ground was littered with rocks—with not a single plant in sight, making the whole environment appear incredibly desolate.

It certainly had the atmosphere of an ancient path with a lean horse in the autumn wind.

"I damn well didn't want to transmigrate..."

With eyes brimming with tears, Qin Jun remembered he had just finished work, stepped out of the company building no more than five paces when something struck his forehead. In the next second, he only felt his consciousness whirl, the world spinning around him; and when he regained clarity, he found himself in this prison carriage, simultaneously flooded with a stream of memories that were not his own.

He now inhabited the body of a Third Prince with the same name in the Qianyue Kingdom. According to the memories of this body, he was in a world where gods and demons abound, a world of unknown vastness, with the Qianyue Kingdom merely a drop in the ocean.

Though born a prince, his talents in energy refining were mediocre at best and couldn't compare at all with his siblings.

What is energy refining?

It's the drawing of the spiritual energy from heaven and earth to strengthen one's body and soul, and the greatly accomplished could move mountains and seas, pluck stars, and shift moons.

The original owner of this body was already sixteen years old, with merely average talent for energy refining and had only achieved the second level of the energy refining realm. Politically, he was no more talented and almost had no chance at the throne. He had a stubborn temperament and offended the Fifth Prince, Qin Yu, who not long ago framed him for embezzling royal treasury money. Enraged, the emperor sentenced him to labor at the frontier.

Of course, at the root of it all was his failure to curry favor with the emperor.

"Fuck, this world is so dangerous, I want to go back!"

Qin Jun thought grimly, isn't transmigration supposed to happen when you're struck by lightning or hit by a car?

This is scientifically unfounded!

His career had just begun to take off, and a beautiful colleague had even begun to show him particular favor. The peak of life seemed imminent, and then he transmigrated!

I refuse to accept this!

Full of indignation, Qin Jun also realized the unfortunate nature of his transmigration, immediately facing laborious servitude - a miserable life ahead!

Although this world had gods and demons, damn, he currently had the strength of only a second layer in energy refining, unable to defeat even the soldiers surrounding him, let alone speak of refining energy into godhood.

Qin Jun was no child, his thinking was mature; however magical this world may be, it was irrelevant to his current predicament.

"Ding! Mythological system activated!"

"Ding! Mythological system begins binding with the host!"

"Ding! Due to the initial activation of the Mythological system, you are rewarded with one random summoning of a god or demon and one random lottery opportunity!"

Just as Qin Jun was sinking into utter despair, a cold voice sounded in his mind.

It startled him so much he nearly jumped up.

What the hell is the Mythological system?

"The Mythological system is born from the life force of the Dao; the host can summon one god or demon every month using the system, and triggering various achievements will also enable random lottery draws. The types of prizes are not limited to one kind—they could be cultivation methods, techniques, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, or even divine artifacts, and other sorts as well, depending on the host's luck!"

The mysterious voice echoed again, leaving Qin Jun stunned. In his previous life, he had consumed countless fantastical novels and had read about system-based stories, never imagining he would experience such a day himself.

He instinctively pinched his own face—it hurt!

This is real!

"Pfft, this stupid prince is actually pinching himself!"

"Haha, I'm dying of laughter. He's probably gone mad from complete despair."

"He's truly pitiful, but that's what he gets for offending the Fifth Prince."

"Not only is the Fifth Prince highly talented, but he's also adept at the art of power. He is sure to ascend the throne in the future."

"The royal family is heartless indeed, to set their own brothers against each other."

The surrounding soldiers gossiped among themselves, most of their words mocking Qin Jun.

A prince sent to the borderlands was indeed a rare historical sight.

Qin Jun, feeling a surge of anger, quickly asked in his mind, "System, how can I summon a God and Demon?"

"Ding! Now randomly drawing one God and Demon!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing the Nine-Tailed Fox Daji!"

"Daji, from 'Investiture of the Gods'."

"Race: Nine-Tailed Fox!"

"Cultivation: Fifth Level of the Transforming Void Realm!"

"Cultivation method: Heavenly Fox Clan, Bewitching Mind Technique."

"Native Divine Power: True Form of the Nine-Tailed Fox!"

"Loyalty: 90 (Full value 100)!"

"Special reminder, when the loyalty of a God and Demon falls below 0, they will betray the host!"

Faced with a series of voices echoing in his head, Qin Jun was bewildered. What the hell?

Daji?

Investiture of the Gods?

Isn't that a myth from Huaxia?

"Where is she? You said summon, but there's no sign of her?" Qin Jun asked anxiously, wondering if it was all just his imagination.

"Daji will appear soon. A reminder to the host, the summoned God and Demon are simulations of data from mythology, they do not have their original memories. The system will implant a set of memories that belong to this world for them. The host must be careful not to expose the truth!"

Qin Jun was half-convinced, not fully believing until Daji appeared.

Myths are fabricated, could they be real?

But recalling the memories of his current body, he couldn't help but be excited; this world was like a tale of immortals and spirits, filled with all kinds of demons and ghosts.

Perhaps the mythology system truly exists!

"Then can I summon the Supreme Heaven Great Sage Sun Wukong, the war god Erlang from the heavens, and Tathāgata Buddha?"

"You can!"

"What about the Three Pure Ones?"

"You can!"

"Damn! I'm going to dominate this God and Demon world!"

Qin Jun was suddenly exhilarated. If he could truly summon those powerful figures from mythology, he could rule over Qianyue Kingdom in no time, even conquer the entire world!

"That will depend on the host's luck. There are too many characters in mythology; you might never summon the one you want until your dying day!"

The system couldn't help but throw cold water on his excitement, but Qin Jun was undeterred. He joked, having encountered such an incredibly improbable event of being struck by the mythology system, did he even need to talk about luck?

It had to be through the roof!

Excited, Qin Jun trembled all over, the iron chains on his hands and feet shaking along, jingling incessantly.

Just then, the soldiers suddenly all stopped, and the prisoner's cart halted as well, causing Qin Jun to lift his head in confusion.

The soldiers quickly drew their swords, each one poised for battle.

These soldiers were the palace's elite guards, each with the cultivation of the fifth level of energy refining realm; any one of them could beat Qin Jun to the point of searching for his teeth on the ground, their perceptions far surpassing Qin Jun's.

This clearly showed the Fifth Prince Qin Yu's malicious intent – with such a cadre of guards escorting Qin Jun, he had no chance of escape.

"Giggle—"

Then, a chillingly seductive laugh rippled through the air, startling everyone into looking around.

A figure in white descended gracefully as if an exiled immortal, her snow-colored attire flowing with the wind, her figure lithe, white fur draped over her shoulders, and her raven-black hair framing an extraordinarily beautiful face, delicate features smiling at them.

Calamity to the nation!

Su Daji!