I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 445 - 39 Demon Master and Child, Nuwa Emperor Lineage

Chapter 445: Chapter 39 Demon Master and Child, Nuwa Emperor Lineage

Blood fell like a cascade.

It watered millions of miles of land.

Liang Hui withdrew his hand, ignoring the blood-filled sky, and watched the old wolf lifted by the spear’s tip.

The youth’s eyes were detached and merciless.

The long spear trembled slightly, slowly drawing out, with strands of silver brilliance sliding down the shaft, thick like droplets.

And every strand of silver light was filled with the marvelous mystery of Tao Rhyme.

As the long spear withdrew inch by inch, the old wolf kept howling in agony.

Its Tao was being stripped away, in the most intense manner possible.

Accompanied by the increasingly painful howls of the old wolf, the spear was completely pulled out.

Unable to support itself, the old wolf fell towards the ground, turning to ashes in midair.

Liang Hui glanced at where the old wolf had disintegrated, then turned his gaze onto the spear wrapped in silver light.

With a gentle shake of his hand, the liquid-like silver light swiftly converged, forming a nearly realistic Taoism Enlightenment.

"It’s lacking, and it’s also incomplete," Liang Hui murmured.

After all, it was forcibly extracted; even though the old wolf had no power to resist, a perfect Taoism Enlightenment could not be obtained.

But it could still mend part of it.

The youth turned his gaze to the ground, where the split wolf’s head, divided into two halves, stood amongst mountains, reaching a height of a hundred thousand zhang.

"Moon Great Path, the remains of beings at the source, do not disappoint me."

Liang Hui slung the long spear on his back, raising his hand.

In a moment, from the blood-soaked ground, from within the severed wolf’s head, strands of silver light rose, converging towards the hand, like homing chicks.

In a few breaths, the youth seemed to be holding a silver sun in his palm.

Yet, the brilliance was not as fierce as the sun’s, but instead cool and mysterious.

Ten minutes.

The fresh Demon Blood lost its color, and the split head turned to ashes with the blowing breeze.

Only the Taoism Enlightenment in Liang Hui’s hand became more real, its intertwined Tao and principles increasingly profound and arcane.

The youth felt it in detail, and somewhat reluctantly shook his head.

It was less a Taoism Enlightenment and more a treasure, a treasure that would drive all beings who cultivate the Moon Great Path crazy.

This treasure contained the Tao and principles of the Moon Great Path’s upper reaches.

Unfortunately, it was of little use to him, or rather, he no longer had the time to delve into the Moon Great Path.

However...

Liang Hui thought of a dear friend—Feng Li, whose path was the Moon Great Path.

"Lucky!"

He exclaimed with emotion.

This treasure, forged by various coincidences, might let Feng Li advance faster, surpassing Su Yao, Tang Tang, and even Qing Tian.

As the youth pondered, the Taoism Enlightenment in his hand had transformed into a silver pearl.

"From now on, let’s call it the Li Yue Pearl,"

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, placing the pearl representing the Moon Great Path into his bosom.

He planned to find a time to send this pearl back to the Divine Court.

After finishing everything, Liang Hui then turned his gaze to his other palm, looking at the countless Human Race within.

Liang Hui’s brows lightly furrowed; he could not possibly bring these Human Race and engage in battle with the Demon Tribe.

Whether to leave them here or send them back to the Human Race.

A moment later.

Liang Hui reached out with his hand, gently lifting it, and thousands of Human Race were thrown out.

He bowed his head, looking at the bewildered Human Race, and pressed down with his uplifted hand.

Boom~~~

It sounded like firecrackers exploding, reverberating through the heavens and earth.

One by one, the prohibitions within the Human Race cultivators’ bodies were broken, and Mana began to surge anew.

Shortly after, several lion corpses, each a thousand zhang in size, appeared next to the Human Race.

"Take these as your food,"

"Whether to stay here and survive, or return to the Human Race, the choice is yours."

"Within millions of miles, the Demons have been slain to near extinction by me."

Liang Hui stood with his hands behind him, his eyes carrying a calm resolve.

He turned around!

And walked away.

In doing so, he had fulfilled his moral and righteous duty.

From then on, the life and death of millions in the Human Race were for them to decide for themselves.

After Liang Hui left the Moonlight Demon Clan, he began traveling among the Demon Tribe.

With the extinction of the Moonlight Demon Clan, the line of the Demon Masters no longer launched large-scale attacks against him.

Since then, he encountered the Demon Tribe and enhanced the cultivation of Myriad Spirits; by killing the Demon Tribe, he drew their essence blood and Taoism Principle, strengthening the power of the Human Emperor Banner.

More than a hundred years!

A full one hundred and thirty-six years of slaughter, not stopping for a single day, not ending for a single day.

Blood drenched the land of the Demon Tribe, countless Lesser Demons scattered and fled, keeping away from the line of the Demon Masters.

Even the strong among the Demon Tribe holed up in the Demon Master Palace.

Liang Hui stood before the edge of a cliff, looking at the palace enshrouded in black mist.

The palaces were blurred and hazy,

The black mist held no trace of evil; rather, it carried a sense of grandeur and mystery.

"Worthy of being the Demon Master Palace."

Liang Hui gently caressed his palm, expressing his admiration aloud.

Even his divine eyes could not penetrate that thin mist to see clearly inside the palace.

Moreover, separated by millions of miles, his body continuously emitted signals of danger, urging him to leave.

It seemed that entering the Demon Master Palace would bring about a great crisis.

"It seems I must stop here."

Liang Hui’s figure directly dissipated, vanishing on the cliff’s edge.

He trusted his instincts, and with a surviving Great Luo having reserves left behind, he was unwilling to take the risk.

...

Following the youth’s departure,

Inside the Demon Emperor Palace, on the Imperial Throne, a figure shrouded in black mist slowly lowered its hand, and a golden Feathers also merged into its palm.

A trace of regret flashed in its eyes.

"That human, after all, did not barge into the Demon Master Palace presumptuously."

A hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire palace.

On either side of the palace, the eyes of the Demon Tribe were filled with unwillingness.

All their preparations had been in vain at this moment.

A Jiao Demon with a single horn on its head and wearing Crimson Armor stepped out from the crowd and bowed deeply.

"Your Highness, since that human did not enter the Demon Master Palace, do we truly need to submit to them?"

"Yes, Your Highness, the centuries of enmity and hatred, we cannot let go."

"I won’t submit to them, not even in death."

One by one, the strong members of the Demon Tribe stepped forward and roared.

The Nuwa Emperor’s line had been slaughtering the Demon Master’s line for countless centuries.

So many of their people and friends had died at the hands of the other, they were unwilling to submit in such a manner.

"Silence!"

The demon figure on the throne shouted explosively.

Instantly, all noise ceased and silence prevailed.

The surrounding mist slowly dispelled, revealing its true appearance.

It was a man wearing Golden Armor, with long hair over his shoulders, and a defiant face.

He surveyed the crowd of demons, sensing their reluctance, and slowly opened his mouth:

"As the direct descendant of a Demon Master, I have the right to decide for you; now obey the command."

Observing that the expressions of the crowd of demons remained unchanged, the man in Golden Armor sighed softly:

"My father and many elders have been dragged into the depths of time, no demon is a match for that person."

"Dragging the Nuwa Emperor’s line into this was the best choice."

"I will go to the Nuwa Emperor Palace myself, I won’t let you go."

This was, after all, that person’s choice after not storming into the Demon Master Palace.

For centuries they had exhausted all means, threats, ambushes, poisoning, Curse Kills.

All to no avail!

Now they could only go seek help; although the Nuwa Emperor’s line had been slaughtering with them for countless centuries, they were ultimately of the same tribe.

They only hoped that by paying a price, they could persuade the Nuwa Emperor’s line.

Even if it meant letting them leave the Great Wilderness Realm altogether, it was not impossible.

Innumerable thoughts ultimately turned into a sigh.

He, being a descendant of a Demon Master and heir of Great Luo, forced to this point, how could he be willing!