Chapter 1328: Burdening the Creator's Sinner

On the back of the precious seal, Tai帝’s heart skipped a beat. “That voice… damn it! That old scoundrel is still alive!”

He quickly activated his divine sense, attempting to create an illusion to deceive Shu Jun’s divine sense. However, Qin Mu’s Four-Vein Grand Seal was too strong, and his usable divine sense was truly limited. Moreover, he was not an expert in divine sense illusions; Gong Yun was.

Tai帝 secretly groaned. Besides being his old adversary, Shu Jun was also his uncle by seniority.

Among the three Primeval Kings back then, God King Boyang was the most steady and reserved, not competing with him for the position of Tai帝. God King Gong Yun, though eager to compete, couldn't defeat him and eventually married him. Gong Yun couldn't become Tai帝, so she became Tai帝's woman, ruling the world indirectly.

Shu Jun, however, was not so easy to deal with. He never yielded to Tai帝 from start to finish, constantly fighting and contending. Relying on his seniority as an uncle, he never showed Tai帝 a pleasant face! In the Primeval Era, he was Tai帝's biggest headache.

If he saw Tai帝 reduced to just a head this time, who knows what he would say!

However, Shu Jun had already come to Qin Mu’s side. His large head stretched over, looking at the precious seal behind Qin Mu, and he chuckled, “Where did you snatch another treasure from? You should have gone to pick up Tai帝’s corpse. I went, but unfortunately, I was too late and didn't find anything… Ju Yu!”

A look of shock appeared on his face. His gaze landed on the head sealed by four mountain ranges on the back of the precious seal and couldn't move away. His expression froze, and a moment later, it turned ferocious. He gnashed his teeth, “Tai帝!”

Tai帝 secretly sighed and sneered, “Shu Jun, you’re still alive? What a small world…”

“You son of a bitch!”

Shu Jun exploded with rage, shouting fiercely, “You scoundrel who destroyed my Creator race! Heaven is merciful, you’ve come to this! You son of a bitch, you killed my Creator race! Everyone else died, why aren't you dead, you son of a bitch? You dog…”

“Silence!”

Tai帝 was furious, his curly hair stood on end. The majestic aura of the Primeval Emperor was overwhelming, and his voice trembled with anger, “You are merely a King, while I am an Emperor. Watch your language…”

“You son of a bitch Tai帝!”

The big-headed youth stepped forward, intending to fight him, and angrily declared, “Without the Creator race, what kind of Emperor are you? All our kin died because of you!”

He pulled the precious seal down. Tai帝, trapped in the seal, could only endure the beating, unable to resist. He angrily fumed, “Heavenly Venerate Mu, stop him for me!”

Qin Mu did not intervene. Tai帝 was beside himself with rage and shouted, “Shu Jun, how dare you blame the annihilation of the Creator race on me? How 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 insisted on fighting? I had already lost my power then and couldn't command the armies of the various Creator clans! All the clans nominated you as their commander; you were the Tai帝 then! I was already a stray dog, powerless!”

Shu Jun held his head and beat him mercilessly, leaving Tai帝’s face black and blue.

Tai帝, unable to resist, chuckled maliciously. “Boyang was already dead by then, I was banished after my Primal Chaos Origin Stone was shattered, and Gong Yun was also assassinated by Celestial Emperor Taichu. Among the three kings, only you remained. You were the last Tai帝 of the Creator race! What did you do?”

Hearing this, Shu Jun was enraged. He held Tai帝's head and hammered it mercilessly, breathing heavily.

“At that time, you should have led the clans to flee, searching for the Great Void, or building another Great Void! But what did you do? You took on the role of commander-in-chief, leading the clans to a decisive battle against Taichu and the other ancient gods! The location of your decisive battle was the Blood Rust Zone!”

Tai帝, seemingly feeling no pain, shouted, “The last elites of the Creator race were squandered by you; they all died because of you! Our race was exterminated because of you! How dare you call me a son of a bitch? You're the son of a bitch!”

Shu Jun suddenly plopped onto the ground, his eyes glazed over, no longer having the strength to beat Tai帝.

The big-headed youth’s face was filled with despondency, a heavy sense of decay about him. He suddenly covered his face and began to sob uncontrollably.

Tai帝’s face was beaten beyond recognition. He said coldly, “You always dreamed of defeating me, of becoming Tai帝. At the race's most critical moment, you indeed achieved it. The clan leaders and elders from all races nominated you, allowing you to ascend the throne of Tai帝. They expected you to turn the tide, to lead your people from defeat to victory. Did you achieve that?”

Shu Jun collapsed to the ground, weeping loudly, his body convulsing.

Tai帝 continued to attack him, his voice ice-cold. “You did not. You led the clan leaders and elders, using the last of the Creator race's wealth, to set up countless altars in the starry sky, gathering everyone's power for sacrifice, and using the divine sense of all Creators to create ancient gods. You reshaped Heaven Duke, reshaped Earth Count, reshaped all the Celestial Deities!”

“You brought out the sacred objects that the clans had worshipped for billions of years—those powerful sacred objects, the protectors of each clan. How powerful were they? You were brimming with confidence, believing you could fight the ancient gods. That battle, even I didn't expect it to be so tragic and grand.”

“The starry sky, stretching for billions of miles, was shattered. Countless continents made from breathing earth turned to dust. The sacred objects born from the sacrifices of the various Creator clans shattered and died, one after another.”

“Innumerable clansmen died in that battle. Their blood stained that stretch of the starry sky the color of rust. Heh heh, they all died, died in the Blood Rust Battle you led! Your Taibo died there too, didn't he? Taibo grew up following you. That giant beast was utterly loyal to you; it admired and worshipped you like your own child. When it fell in battle before you, did you feel you were wrong?”

Tai帝 coldly watched Shu Jun, whose body was writhing on the ground from intense weeping, and continued to mercilessly strike him down. “Everyone says I annihilated the Creator race and that I am a sinner. Yet, if I had led the clansmen, I would never have chosen the Blood Rust Zone for the decisive battle. I am a sinner of the Creator race, but my sin is not as great as yours. You are the sinner who caused the extermination of the Creator race! I have borne too much blame for you!”

Shu Jun propped himself up with his limbs, struggling to get up, but he couldn't. Instead, he retched violently, but nothing came out except mouthfuls of bitter bile.

“Sinner!” Tai帝 said icily.

Shu Jun was completely drained of strength, lying on the ground, his eyes devoid of any vitality.

Qin Mu watched the scene quietly, saying nothing. Only Shu Jun lay there, gasping for breath like a dying fish.

In the void of the Great Void's other shore, the Creator race there actually paid little attention to Shu Jun. Even God King Lang Wo was indifferent to God King Shu Jun. Back then, Qin Mu had been puzzled. He was merely an outsider, yet he could become the Sacred Child of the Creators of the other shore, while Shu Jun, one of the three Primeval Kings, did not receive respect from the Creators of the other shore. Now, he understood why.

After a moment, Qin Mu helped Shu Jun to his feet. Shu Jun seemed to have aged considerably. He weakly pushed Qin Mu’s hand away, avoiding his gaze, as if too ashamed to face him. He turned and stumbled away, heading towards the Ten Thousand Black Mountains.

Shu Jun looked like a wounded old wolf, limping as he walked, gradually fading into the distance.

Tai帝 was indeed formidable. Even with only a head remaining, and sealed by Qin Mu, he could still accurately seize everyone's weaknesses, shattering and dissolving their Dao hearts! Shu Jun, now, was so devastated by Tai帝 that he had lost all will to live. If Shu Jun were to leave like this, he would likely completely abandon himself, eventually choosing 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 and turned his head.

“I am the Sacred Child of the Creator race. I need a God King who can take responsibility for their actions.”