I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 403 - 87: Arriving at the Divine Court, the Assault Begins!
Chapter 403: Chapter 87: Arriving at the Divine Court, the Assault Begins!
Su Yao, Feng Li, and Tang Tang were all at the Martial Saint or Pure Yang Peak, and could step into the next level and cultivate their Taoism Enlightenment at any moment.
Meanwhile, Qing Tian had recently entered the Martial Extreme Level and cultivated a Genesis Taoism Enlightenment.
Liang Hui sat on the Imperial Throne, looking at the woman in green-robes beside him, whose face, cold in its beauty, seemed to gather all the beauty in the world.
His palm rested on the armrest, fingers slightly bent, gently tapping.
"The path of genesis, having no creature preempting the Great Path Origin, is fortunate for you, yet the path remains difficult to tread," he said.
"As you can see, many beings walk the Genesis Great Path, and several are about to reach the origin."
Liang Hui spoke calmly and slowly.
Qing Tian, sitting nearby, nodded slightly, just as the young man had said, the path she had chosen was rugged and hard to tread.
"Prepare thoroughly to avoid entering a deadlock."
"The Taoist has not yet stepped beyond the Pure Yang realm, nor has he cultivated a second Taoism Enlightenment. You may choose a more secluded Great Path to follow."
"I will consider it," Qing Tian replied.
Her eyes reflected deep thought, clearly taking the young man’s words to heart.
As the two conversed, one by one, figures entered the hall, coming to stand beside the young man.
Each of these women was stunningly beautiful, like blossoming flowers, each radiant in their own right.
Feng Li, Tang Tang, and Su Yao glanced at the young man, then sat on their respective thrones on one side.
The five Imperial Thrones, engraved with symbols of the sun, moon, stars, and all creations, lined up side by side for the first time, filled with a permeating Chaos Aura that veiled their figures.
"Let us begin!" Liang Hui lifted his hand from the armrest to support his cheek, his voice tinged with laziness.
"Okay!"
Su Yao nodded, and the Cang Tower flew out from her waist, hovering in front of her.
Her delicate hand reached out and tapped slowly.
Ding! Ding! Ding!~
Twelve consecutive tower rings echoed through the Divine Court’s Nine Realms.
At that moment, no matter where they were, all beings raised their heads to look toward the direction of the Divine Court.
One Divine General after another soared into the sky, heading for the nearest teleportation array.
Columns of light shot straight into the sky, illuminating the Earth brilliantly, competing with the sun.
In Leiji City’s Martial Arts Institute, the students stood confused, staring at the unchanging Divine Court.
Even the teaching instructor stopped speaking, his expression solemn.
A luxuriously dressed young man, pale-faced, muttered to himself:
"Three rings of the tower signify a conference of the gods, occurring once every sixty years."
"Six rings of the tower signify the merging of realms, an event sounding once a millennium, last during the ninth world’s merging."
"Nine rings of the tower indicate the Divine Court facing a formidable enemy, necessitating a world-spanning bloodbath and battle, as was the case when the Divine Court was first established during the attack from the Heavenly Demon Realm across the Five Directions Great Realm and space."
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The young man’s expression grew increasingly fearful.
The instructor on the stage, equally grave-faced, spoke deliberately:
"Twelve rings of the tower, all Divine Generals, regardless of their location, must reach the Divine Court within half an hour. Anyone who delays for any reason shall be executed."
"Kill!"
At just this single fierce word, the students below felt a chilling harshness.
The eternal Divine Court, like the ever-great sun, lost its usual gentleness at this moment.
One after another, figures from various parts of the Nine Directions World arrived at the Divine Court.
Their grave expressions filled the atmosphere of the Divine Court with oppression.
"Elder Ji Lu, do you know what has happened for the tower to ring twelve times?"
A man in azure and gold armor, looking anxious, asked a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man, dressed in a Yellow Robe embroidered with patterns of myriad beasts, replied gently:
"Do not worry. For us, it is an extraordinarily good event."
As a former Sect Master of the Beast Divine Sect and the best investment master, and a forebear of the Divine Emperor Your Majesty,
some information was not hidden from him.
With that, Ji Lu stepped forward, heading towards the main hall.
The man clad in cyan-gold armor halted in place.
At that moment, the worry faded from the man’s face as he hurried toward the main hall.
Given Ji Lu’s senior status, if he said it was good news, it likely was.
An hour swiftly passed, and the glow engulfing the main hall dissipated.
The waiting Divine Generals exchanged looks and stepped into the main hall.
An aura as high as the heavens and as solid as the earth filled the space.
Every Divine General who entered the palace felt the weight of thousands, tens of thousands of mountains pressing down on them, with darkness surrounding them as far as the eye could see.
Forward!
Forward!!
Further forward!!!
This thought, uncontrollable, flickered through everyone’s minds, dominating all other chaotic thoughts.
The Divine Generals took difficult steps forward.
It was unknown whether it was eternal or just an instant.
The darkness vanished, and so did the oppressive weight of the mountains on their bodies.
"You six are not bad," a deep voice echoed through the palace.
A pair of eyes turned toward the steps above, seeing that colossal figure obscured by Chaos.
Chaos swirled, framing the five individuals like gods, like demons, exuding an indescribable majesty.
When all the Divine Generals’ eyes turned toward the Imperial Throne in the middle, their pupils shrank.
That place had been unoccupied for a thousand years.
And in the Nine Realms of the Divine Court, only one person was qualified to sit upon it.
"Praise! Divine Emperor Your Majesty!!"
Celebratory voices spread from the Divine Court, echoing through a million miles, ten million miles.
Liang Hui stretched out his palm and gently pressed down, silencing all noise.
The youth’s eyes, deep and profound, fixed on the six beings that had come to the very front.
Four men and two women, each one nearing the Martial Saint, the Pure Yang Peak, just half a step behind his four closest friends.
Most importantly, the will of all six was exceptionally outstanding.
And among these six, he was quite familiar with five.
"Liang Si, Du Shi, Bai Ye, Song Xi, Qing Yi."
Lastly, Liang Hui’s gaze turned to the being standing at the far right.
It was a man in black attire, with a resolute face, a peerless prodigy born during his thousand years of absence.
With a single thought.
He already knew the other’s past.
"His name is Song Xia, born near the Earth Abyss in the Guangxi Realm, naturally divine, mastering any Scripture, Cultivation Technique at first attempt, perfecting them immediately."
Su Yao transmitted her voice, explaining Song Xia’s background.
Liang Hui’s expression remained unchanged, unfazed.
’Song Xia, or should I say, the reincarnated body of one of the six Taoist Sovereigns of the Guangxi Realm.’
The thought flashed through his mind.
Liang Hui spread his extended palm under the watchful eyes of the six.
Six orbs of light, each of different form, hovered in his palm, radiating a sacred, powerful aura.
With a flick of his hand, the six orbs of light drifted in front of the six individuals.
"Treasured Artifacts of the Martial Extreme Level, consider these a reward for your advancements ahead of others."
"Thank you, elder brother!"
"Thank you, master!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The expressions of the six were mostly filled with excitement.
Treasured Artifacts of the Martial Extreme Level, in the Nine Directions World of the Divine Court, certainly rank as treasures among treasures.
