I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 423 - 17 Great Luo’s Relic!

Not until the three members of the Demon Tribe had completely left the Bone Bridge and disappeared from view did Liang Hui retract his gaze.

The coldness in his eyes subsided.

If it had been any other time, he would have struck at the first opportunity, killing the three demons instead of allowing them to leave in peace.

Sigh~

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and stepped forward, continuing his comprehension.

Step by step he moved, day after day passed, and one by one, beings passed by his side, heading to the end of the bridge to compete for treasures.

Meanwhile, in this secluded place, he alone rapidly completed his transformation.

Forty years!

After forty years, a slender figure stepped onto the bridge and arrived at its end.

There lay a boundless continent, charred, torn, and blood-stained as far as the eye could see, bearing the scars of a great battle.

"The fight was fierce."

The youth chuckled lowly, his mouth curling with recklessness.

Raising his head, he looked eastward, sensing that hint of dragon might, his smile growing more unrestrained.

"Three Dragon Monarchs, I am here. I hope you may provide me with some entertainment."

With one step, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

...

In the east of the continent, a dilapidated Stone Hall stood among the mountains.

Though the Stone Hall was in ruins, it was extremely ancient, bearing the weight of countless years.

The Three Seas Dragon Monarchs and the once-slain mermaid were all present.

They sat on the ground, facing a mural as streams of Demonic Qi rose from their bodies with an indescribable Tao Rhyme, causing the mural to continuously tremble.

Crack! Crack!

Stone chips fell, and wisps of red mist rose from the mural.

The three Dragon Monarchs had solemn expressions, their Seal Gestures growing more complicated as the Demonic Qi rising from their bodies, like pythons, brushed over the mural, seemingly engaging in communion.

Boom!

A low rumbling sound burst out as the mural suddenly fell off, heading towards the East Lake Dragon Monarch.

At this moment, all three Dragon Monarchs and the mermaid bore looks of joy.

"Worthy of a mural involving the Great Luo, even a mere fragment has cost us a century’s worth of effort."

The East Sea Dragon Monarch exclaimed with a sigh, holding the mural tightly in one hand and caressing it carefully with the other.

The South Sea Dragon Monarch’s eyes were dark and inscrutable as he looked towards the mermaid sitting beside them.

At that moment, the North Sea Dragon Monarch made the same move.

Unbeknownst to when, the Three Dragon Monarchs had already blocked off all the mermaid’s paths of retreat.

"Are the three Dragon Monarchs planning to defy the senior?"

"Have you thought about the consequences?"

The mermaid stood up, her eyes pitch-black with demonic charm.

She reached out her hand, and a jet-black pearl hovered above her palm.

Meanwhile, an aura that seemed eternal and undying, mixed with Demonic Qi, rose from the pearl.

In that instant, a sense of wariness filled the eyes of the three Dragon Monarchs, as this aura posed a threat to them.

For a time, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.

No one knew how long it took, but finally the East Sea Dragon Monarch put away the mural and slowly spoke:

"You misunderstand, my lord. Since we were tasked with retrieving the mural for the Demon Ancestor, how could we possibly rebel?"

"Keke!"

"The three Dragon Monarchs have achieved a great feat. The Demon Ancestor will surely reward you handsomely. Do not make an error in judgement."

The mermaid’s red lips parted slightly, a bell-like laughter emanating from them.

Her fish tail swayed, she passed the three Dragon Monarchs, and walked towards the outside of the Stone Hall.

The South, East, and North Dragon Monarchs looked at each other and followed suit.

Their figures gradually disappeared from view.

...

Five days later.

A figure in a green robe strode across the sky, stopping in front of the Stone Hall.

Liang Hui surveyed the ruined palace before him. He could feel that the three Dragon Monarchs had stayed here for a significant period and had only left shortly before.

"Is there any treasure?"

The youth murmured, stepping on the broken stones and entering the Stone Hall.

The missing piece on the main hall wall instantly drew Liang Hui’s attention.

Such a gap must have been created recently.

Approaching the wall, he extended his palm and caressed the broken edges, his expression growing more solemn.

’Astonishing way of slaughter, is this their purpose?’ he wondered silently.

Liang Hui made a conjecture in his mind.

Thereafter, he began to search the Stone Hall.

Although he doubted there were any treasures left, what if there were?

Chamber after chamber was searched, and every inch of shattered stone and debris was examined.

Not a trace of anything special was found.

He wasn’t too disappointed. Stepping over the threshold, he prepared to leave and pursue the Three Seas Dragon Monarch.

Creak!

The sensation beneath his foot made the young man pause his stride.

It seemed something had scraped his foot.

Considering his strength, not even exerting force, a footstep would indent Gem and Divine Metal, rather than feel scraped.

He moved his foot aside, extended his hand, and gently grabbed it.

A stone gourd the size of a palm flew out from the rubble and landed in his hand.

At this moment, Liang Hui was taken aback; he had sensed no such gourd.

If it weren’t for the genuine sensation filling his heart as he held the gourd, he might have thought it didn’t exist.

’Great Luo?’ he murmured in his heart.

Only a Great Luo Level artifact could completely elude his perception.

The young man’s palm rubbed the gourd and then he suddenly exerted force.

Crack! Crack!

Seal Gestures appeared on the stone gourd, and a glint of crystal emerged within the imprints.

Layer by layer, the stone shell began to fall away, and within a few breaths, a crystal-clear Red Gourd emerged in his hand.

"Dreaming through thousands of Eras, watching the birth and demise of Eras, seeking the path in Taiqing, I have also seen Martial Ancestor search for the Great Dao," a light chant echoed in the young man’s heart.

The Red Gourd trembled slightly, and a tiny figure sitting cross-legged inside the gourd could be vaguely seen.

"Little one, what is this place? What Era is it?"

The tiny figure raised its palm to support its jawline, looking up outside the gourd with eyes filled with the weight of ages.

Liang Hui’s body tensed, Space, Pure Yang, and Myriad Spirits blended with his fierce Qi-Blood, ready to unleash a devastating strike at any moment.

An old monster who had transcended Dao destruction was standing before him, and despite being just an artifact, he was still deeply astonished.

"Land of Ruins, Taiji Era," Liang Hui replied slowly.

Meanwhile, he quietly activated his Divine Skills, capturing the aura of the gourd.

As he absorbed and comprehended the Qi, the young man’s eyes became increasingly profound, looking at the oblivious gourd.

"Taiji Level!"

"The last Era of the world."

The tiny figure’s small face was very serious, and it lowered the raised hand.

"Great Divine Skills have divined that this Era will be the end of all, where all things, all Eras, will perish."

"Youngster, you have decent potential. Would you be willing to follow me? To become Great Luo one day is not impossible."

The tiny figure of not more than three feet tall had an air of great age.

Liang Hui fell silent, his eyes deep, his hand gently caressing the gourd.

"I am grateful for the senior’s intentions," he acknowledged.

"But the Great Dao lies at my feet, and by walking step by step, I can proceed at ease."

He paused, his tone sincere.

"The senior seems to have suffered heavy injuries. Why not travel the Great Dao with me, where we can support each other? I will certainly find a way to heal you."

Hum~ Hum~

Before he could finish speaking,

The red light on the gourd suddenly surged, bursting forth with dazzling white brilliance, tearing through Chaos, seeking to escape into the flow of time.

Yet a fair hand firmly grasped the gourd, pulling it back from the edge of time.

At the same time, lines began to form in his palm, transforming into chains that wound towards the gourd.