I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 442 - 36 The Path Forward on the Path of the Myriad Spirits

Chapter 442: Chapter 36 The Path Forward on the Path of the Myriad Spirits

"Pure Yang Emperor?"

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, his steps continuing forward.

"It’s just a vain title, after all. The Great Heavenly Venerate sure knows how to play his moves."

The dragon official by his side remained silent. Matters concerning the Great Heavenly Venerate could be freely discussed by His Majesty, but they dared not do the same.

The two figures strode forward, quickly arriving in front of the Dragon Palace, beholding the palace complex standing amidst the sea.

Liang Hui walked in without concealment, witnessed by various guest elders and members of the Dragon Race.

In no time, the news of the Dragon Emperor’s return spread at the fastest speed throughout the Great Wilderness Realm.

Liang Hui walked all the way, refusing the worship of all beings, and finally arrived at the depths of the Dragon Palace, entering his own hall.

The young man sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, perceiving the many beings slowly dispersing outside the hall, his eyes narrowing.

"With this, many powerhouses are aware of my return to the Dragon Race. The things I do next will be much more convenient."

Liang Hui murmured, extending his hand and lightly flipping it, a small cyan banner appearing in his palm.

The Human Emperor Banner rose, hovering in midair, its fabric billowing in the breeze, as a vague figure slowly stepped out.

He had a tall stature, dressed in a black robe, wearing a dark gold mask, emanating an overbearing and wild aura.

The moment this figure appeared, they grasped the Human Emperor Banner and with a light shake, the long banner vanished, transforming into a cyan long spear.

He gestured towards the seated ’Liang Hui’, who then turned into golden blood and merged into his body.

Only the Myriad Dragons Bell emitted a faint dragon chant, then burst forth with divine light, creating a vague figure to replace the disappeared blood.

Liang Hui, draped in a black robe, felt the immense power within his body, tapping his forehead lightly. freeweɓnøvel.com

His original self was still in deep Closed-door Cultivation within Chaos, comprehending the Pure Yang Great Path.

This body, infused with a few drops of essence blood and part of his own blood, was not weak in strength.

Additionally, with the Human Emperor Banner, able to command the Myriad Spirits Taoism Enlightenment, its strength was even more formidable.

The reason he descended to the Great Wilderness Realm during his Closed-door Cultivation was singular in purpose.

To fully comprehend the Path of the Myriad Spirits, pushing the Myriad Spirits Taoism Enlightenment forward continually, obtaining even greater power.

After the victory in the Tao Struggle seven years ago, what ’the future self’ mentioned about severing time in five thousand years, not interfering with each other, was no longer a problem for him.

He already possessed the power to protect himself.

However, he wouldn’t mind growing even more rapidly, occupying one, or even two, Great Paths within the final two thousand years.

By then...

Liang Hui’s eyes gleamed with ambition.

After some contemplation, he turned his attention to the Path of the Myriad Spirits.

On one hand: The Path of the Myriad Spirits had reached the mid to upper boundary due to the gains from the expedition to the Ruins.

On the other hand: At the upper stream of the Path of the Myriad Spirits, only one being occupied it, and they hadn’t gone far.

Most importantly, he had some speculations about this being’s existence. Unlike the Space Path, where everything was unclear, and he couldn’t even be sure of finding his opponents.

The chaotic thoughts in his mind gradually calmed.

Liang Hui slung the cyan long spear over his back, his face obscured by the dark gold mask, with only his eyes shining brilliantly.

With a step forward, his figure vanished from the Dragon Palace, heading toward the continent.

This trip to the Great Wilderness Continent was to meet all beings, and all beings were the Myriad Spirits, which would naturally advance his cultivation of the Path of the Myriad Spirits.

Of course, if the opportunity arose, he wouldn’t mind causing some trouble for his enemies.

Such as: the Demon Master lineage, the Buddhist Sect, the Eastern Qinghua Emperor....

Several hours passed, and Liang Hui had already reached land.

After arriving here, he slowed down his pace, taking step by step upon the earth, mountains, and rivers.

Ancient wood formed forests, towering a thousand, ten thousand zhangs high, reaching straight into the clouds;

Great Yue loomed majestically, countless ferocious beasts and demon beasts roared upon it.

The great river surged mightily, flowing like a silver ribbon amongst the mountains, where various fierce fish species fought to the death.

Everywhere the eye could see, was a savage, rugged landscape, tinged with the scent of blood and simplicity.

Liang Hui strode forward, his robes billowing in the wind, as all traces of blood and demon qi were cleared wherever he passed.

The demon beasts that howled in the forests lay dead, reduced to ash—soul and flesh alike were taken by the Human Emperor Banner.

The young man chuckled softly, lips stretching into a smile:

"How could someone like me, who loathes demons, possibly be that Eastern Emperor who fights to the death for his clan."

His pace continued forward, without the slightest pause.

For ten thousand miles, a hundred million miles, a billion miles, countless rivers and mountains were all the same.

With such frenzied slaughter, even the slow-to-react Demon Tribe realized what was happening.

...

Several days after Liang Hui had departed, the mountains were shrouded with overwhelming demon qi, rolling and churning, darkening the skies.

Within the surging demon qi, numerous great demons emerged.

A luxurious war chariot was supported by a host of great demons, with several powerful ones standing upon it.

Atop the throne sat a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a solemn appearance, his features as sharp as if chiseled by a knife, exuding a chill and stable hardiness, with a vertical third eye between his eyebrows being particularly striking.

He played casually with a golden dragon ball held in his hand—the crystallized cultivation of True Dragon lineage, an object of importance that now seemed trivial in his grip.

"My king, within hundreds of millions of miles, our clanspeople are all dead. Who from which clan did this?"

"Old Pig, I want to skin them, extract their souls, and burn them as sky lanterns!" roared a Pig Demon in half-body armor standing next to the middle-aged man, its eyes blood-red.

It was close to the Immortal realm, and although it possessed a relatively good nature, such slaughter was too much to remain calm.

"We will know soon enough; that person hasn’t gone far."

The middle-aged man’s face was icy cold, his vertical third eye slightly opened, emitting a faint golden light that pulsed with terrifying fluctuations.

"Catch up to him. The Demon Tribe will not tolerate such a massacre."

Boom!

The demon qi boiled over, howling like thunderclouds, flying towards the direction Liang Hui had left.

After a few hours, they finally saw a figure standing on a mountaintop, carrying a long spear, and wearing a dark golden mask.

"Human Race?"

"Now even you dare to challenge my Demon Tribe."

The Pig Demon’s eyes were blood red, its beastly face ferocious as it howled to the sky.

They had been branded as rebels by the Nuwa Emperor lineage, nearly banished from the continent, and hunted by the Four Seas Dragon Clan, losing vast territories.

Now, was even the Human Race daring to insult them, to slaughter them?

It opened its mouth to release a demonic wind, a Wolf Fang Club instantly rose into the air, and with the intertwining of various demon qi, it struck horizontally towards the figure in a black robe.

Liang Hui’s eyes were calm, he looked indifferently at the Wolf Fang Club.

A gleam of light burst forth, brilliant and dazzling, instantly destroying the Wolf Fang Club and piercing through the demon cloud.

The Pig Demon stood dumbfounded, looking at the shattered Wolf Fang Club, feeling the rapidly dissipating power from its demon body.

Within its beastly pupils was a look of unwillingness as it collapsed to the ground, its massive pig head exploding instantly.

The stench of blood mixed with fluids splattered everywhere, staining the entire war chariot.

The middle-aged man looked at the fallen debris, extending his tongue to lick the blood from his cheek, his eyes growing colder as he stood in the chariot looking down:

"I am the Nine-headed Black Tiger of the Demon Tribe. May I ask who you are?"