I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 434 - 28: The Peach Banquet Begins, Xi He Blocks the Way
Chapter 434: Chapter 28: The Peach Banquet Begins, Xi He Blocks the Way
"Years pass without trace of spring or autumn, time flows without heed to passing seasons, unknowing how many cycles have come and gone!"
Liang Hui sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his body covered in a layer of dust that made him appear hazy and gray.
Only his eyes were gentle and warm, soothing to the soul like the morning sun in winter, devoid of their former explosiveness.
The Human Emperor Banner emitting a faint glow, floated before him, within which the illusion of Eastern Emperor and the red sun had already dissipated.
The youth’s eyes looked forward, traversing era after era.
Down the stream of the River of Time, a figure in a blue robe looked up, eyes piercing through time.
They met!
In that instant, a myriad of thoughts exchanged.
Liang Hui seemed to understand something, to know something, and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly:
"I truly wish for a battle!"
"Not... yet... the time, wait... until all is... cleared, I too wish to try... your fists honed... in blood and fire!"
The intermittent whisper echoed by his ear.
Suddenly, the figure standing downstream in the River of Time vanished.
Liang Hui stood up and shook the dust from his robe, casting one last glance at the dilapidated palace.
If he could not reach the pinnacle on this journey, he would crumble to dust, he never underestimated those heroes who stood out from the endless creatures.
He stepped forward, leaving the palace, moving downstream step by step, back to his own era.
Four Seas Dragon Palace.
A figure slowly emerged, Liang Hui surveyed an even more solemn and regal Dragon Palace.
"One hundred and seventy years, just the right time," Liang Hui muttered.
At that moment, a red-robed elder hurried over, his eyes showing reverence, his hands holding a scroll of imperial mandate, an invitation.
"Your Majesty, you have finally finished your closed-door cultivation. This is the Imperial Decree from Celestial Court, and an invitation to the Peach Banquet."
Liang Hui reached out to take the mandate first, and began to read through it.
After a moment, his lips curled up, and he put away the mandate.
"Xuan Shui Supreme, Supreme Dragon Emperor, shows a fair degree of sincerity."
Then he took the invitation, grasping the precise time of the Peach Banquet.
Liang Hui gestured dismissively, signaling the Dragon Official to step back.
"Dragon Official, set aside mundane affairs for a while, cultivation is the foundation for us."
The Dragon Official clearly paused, then bowed deeply.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."
He stepped back slowly, disappearing around the corner.
Only then did the Dragon Official stand tall again, his eyes flashing with contemplation.
His Majesty seemed different from before, even more... even more...
Even more composed, no longer hurried.
This should be better.
Elsewhere.
Liang Hui put away the invitation and raised his head to look at the heavens, seeing the magnificent, dazzling Celestial Court.
"Four years have passed, Lv Dongbin, Xi He, and that unknown powerful being, I look forward to clashing with you."
Various thoughts took shape in his mind, eventually settling quietly within his heart.
His figure faded like smoke, slowly dispersing with the passing breeze.
He planned to take advantage of the last bit of time to further enhance his strength.
Of course, the Pure Yang Path was out of reach for now, he must defeat one of the three to have a chance to proceed.
But opportunities still existed for the Path of the Myriad Spirits and the Path of Space. Back in the Land of Ruins, he had not yet absorbed the Light of Myriad Spirits obtained from killing the Ferocious Beast.
Now was a good time to absorb it, to understand and complete it.
In his private place of closed-door cultivation, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, extending his hand with his fingers spread.
A sphere of radiance arose, filled with immense vitality and countless phantom images of creatures.
’Let’s begin.’
He murmured to himself.
Within his palm, strands of radiance rose like blue smoke, enveloping him.
They propelled him on the Path of the Myriad Spirits, striding forward.
...
Four years later.
In the Four Seas Dragon Palace, a streak of blue light dashed across, piercing the sky.
The vast ocean receded continually, clouds in the Vast Heavens shattered inch by inch, and the stars trembled and swayed.
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Many powerful beings made their way to the Celestial Court, clearly indicating that this Pan Peach Festival had invited a multitude of mighty figures.
Liang Hui watched the many figures pass by his side, neither hastening his pace nor slowing down, walking amidst the Gang Wind.
Gradually, he reached a secluded spot and abruptly halted, his gaze penetrating and calm as it swept forward.
"Sir, you have been following for a while, may I ask why?"
"Little brother-in-law! I did not expect you to return after your ordeal."
A graceful figure emerged before him, standing transcendent in an unblemished white robe, with tendrils of red mist spreading around her, teeming with the purest and finest essence.
Liang Hui’s brows furrowed slightly as he sensed the Great Path of his counterpart. His arms hung down, his body tense, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
"What ’little brother-in-law’?"
"Xi He, Goddess, I am the Four Seas Dragon Emperor. I wonder what you mean by this."
Xi He’s white robe fluttered in the wind, her beautiful eyes brimming with sadness.
After nearly two hundred years of calculations and due to her own uniqueness, she had vaguely discerned the answer.
The woman, gazing upon the familiar face before her, felt as though she had returned to those bygone days.
The Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, two brothers wielding the River Map and Luo Book, the Chaos Bell—dominating the Primordial, ruling over the Myriad Spirits of the world.
Alas, it all ended. Her husband perished, Tai Yi fell, even she was heading towards oblivion. The vast Celestial Court vanished into smoke, becoming a thing of the past.
For a time, the atmosphere grew silent, and a myriad of thoughts flickered through her mind, all turning into sighs.
Xi He’s red lips parted slightly:
"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, it seems I was mistaken."
With that, she turned around!
She revealed her back completely, defenseless as she walked into the distance, her gentle voice lingering.
"This Pan Peach Festival was called upon the proposal of Ancestor Lv, the True Lord of Fire Virtue, and the Great Emperor of the East Extreme Green Splendor. Please consider it carefully, Your Majesty."
The moment the words fell, Xi He’s figure had already vanished into the Gang Wind.
Liang Hui ultimately did not strike; killing Xi He now would definitely alarm others.
He needed to find a perfect opportunity to slay all three together or, at the very least, two of them, to firmly establish victory.
Moreover, this place was too close to the Celestial Court.
Nevertheless, his eyes still held contemplation.
How did Xi He confirm his identity—was it through a connection with that East Emperor Taiyi?
And within the Pure Yang Great Path River, was the last powerful figure the True Lord of Fire Virtue?
What role was the Great Emperor of the East Extreme Green Splendor playing in all this?
With Xi He’s arrival and departure, doubts arose in his mind, eventually burying themselves deep within his heart.
He stepped forth, ascending towards the heavens.
Passing through the Gang Wind, he entered the Sea of Stars.
Then, he traversed layers of realms; each realm was half the size of the Great Wilderness, shrouded in immortal mist with various Exotic Beasts moving freely.
He crossed thirty-three layers of realms.
Only then did Liang Hui glimpse the true Celestial Court, with its clustered palaces and abundant powerful beings, splendid and dazzling beyond direct sight.
It was resplendent in the extreme, glorious to the utmost, transcending the limits of sentient beings’ imaginations.
The court was not situated above the Great Wilderness Realm, but atop the entire Boundary Sea, overlooking the mortal world’s constant changes, quietly observing the passage of eras, immutable through past and present.
"What a Celestial Court, what a Great Heavenly Venerate," Liang Hui said with a stroke of his hand in admiration.
