I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 482 - 76 Victory or Defeat Decided!!

Divine Emperor held a broken banner pole in one hand and the cracked Xuanyuan Sword in the other.

His flawless physical body was now covered in cracks, blood flowing out, staining his robe red.

Yet his eyes, fiercer than the sun’s blaze, were filled with an overwhelming fighting spirit.

He could not believe that an existence like Zhao Qi, who had only cultivated the paths of Taiyi and Taixu, did not have another hidden path.

Boom!

Another fierce collision ensued, raising ripples that destroyed the Constant Sand Great World.

Zhao Qi sheathed his Octagonal Pendant, riddled with through wounds and slash marks, and looked indifferently at the spirited man, chuckling softly,

"This battle has indeed been invigorating."

"Unfortunately, it’s time to end it!"

As these words fell, a path emerged between Taiyi and Taixu.

This path was slender and fragile, yet at its appearance, it made the Divine Emperor furrow his brow.

Danger!

Great danger!!

Extreme danger!!!

His path trembled, his body wanted to flee, and even his soul began to dim.

In that delicate path, he saw the rise of the Human Race, overcoming obstacles, undergoing changes, and the evolution history of humanity.

He saw humans contending with demons, with Mo, with Immortals and Buddhas, unyielding on their path of conquest.

Vaguely, he even saw before the origin, the world-conquering Emperor, the kind-hearted Emperor Ren who tasted all herbs...

The stylish scholar, who could vanquish all foes with a mere laugh... the ruthless and heartless demon... and the aloof woman with the Warhammer, her ponytail braided down her back...

Most were mere mortals, bustling about in their dull lives...

"Human Dao!"

The voice of the Divine Emperor carried a rasp of shock and awe.

Before other reactions emerged, the young man in white had already stepped forward, one arm naturally hanging, the other quivering like a spear.

He punched out!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Five Elements crumbled, Taiji tore apart, Myriad Spirits turned to ash, and space-time was annihilated.

Countless breaths simultaneously burst.

An endless flood of Fist Light engulfed the Divine Emperor, and soon, sounds of shattering followed.

After an unknown duration, the Fist Light dispersed, and a figure clad in a blood robe stood amidst nothingness.

The half of the banner pole in his hand had disappeared, and even the Xuanyuan Sword was left with just the hilt.

Only a Divine Bell, exuding vast Immortal Qi in a profound yellow hue, hovered between his fingers.

"Human Dao! What an astonishing Human Dao."

The Divine Emperor’s expression was grave, for he was born human and had always embraced this identity.

To those of the Taiji Era in the Human Race overseen by Zhao Qi, who mastered Human Dao, he was their holy father.

Immensely revered! Immensely sacred!

Soul, flesh, and path, all were instinctively suppressed.

Zhao Qi withdrew his punch, his gaze fixed on the Golden Bell:

"Chaos Bell, interesting!"

"Unfortunately, it’s useless."

"Useless?"

Liang Hui lifted his palm, his knuckles slightly bent, and struck down hard!

Dang~

The bell’s sound was immense, illuminating everything. Paths were hidden in an instant, and the three paths behind Taiyi trembled violently, as if they were about to fall!

Chaos completely capsized at this moment, every tangible and intangible thing was about to disappear.

Even Zhao Taiyi staggered, bleeding from his seven apertures, dripping down.

Thump!

Zhao Qi stomped, shattering the Bell Wave, his three paths behind him boiling over as he advanced towards Liang Hui.

"Paths are limitless, encompassing all paths, I am all paths, encompassing Human Dao, I am Human Dao."

"I am the Taiji Era!"

Grand heavenly sounds vibrated across worlds, echoed through the Era, and also shattered the bell’s resonance.

Watching the approaching young man, the Divine Emperor swung the Chaos Bell forward.

Bell sounds continually rang out, shattering one piece of time after another.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

Punch met bell repeatedly, marks of Fist Seals appearing on the Chaos Bell.

Simultaneously, the Human Dao behind Zhao Qi mobilized, suppressing his Taoism Principle, soul, and physical body.

He shook the Golden Bell with one hand and executed various Fist Techniques with the other, desperately charging forward.

But more injuries emerged on his body, the suppression from Human Dao was simply too overwhelming.

At this moment, he was as if one hand had vanished, fighting his adversary with just one remaining hand.

Such a situation was desperate, with no victory in sight.

Kill!

Boom!

The Fist Seal shattered the Chaos Bell, exploding the arm.

Blood and bone splattered, scattering across the vast expanse of time and space.

The Divine Emperor staggered back, his head slightly raised, watching the youth pursuing him.

’Eastern Emperor? Demon Emperor?’

He knew the key to breaking the situation was there; since the Human Dao was so oppressive, why not abandon his human identity?

For instance, becoming a Demon! Becoming the Demon Emperor!!

It seemed destined, as if it should be that way.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The Divine Emperor laughed loudly, carrying the blood-stained Golden Bell, facing the onslaught.

The fierce battle began anew!

"I am not content!"

He was human, having gone through so much turmoil, been embarrassed, bled, and been confused.

Was he now, at the end, supposed to give up his foundational identity and step into the core of the Demon Tribe, which he most despised?

The very tribe he once indiscriminately slaughtered, now to become their emperor? He was not yet so shameless.

He was the Divine Emperor!

He had been in the past, he was now, he would be in the future, even in death!

Kill!

Qi-Blood began to burn, the soul began to boil, even the Taoism Principle strived to burst forth.

With all his power, burning everything, he charged towards Zhao Qi.

This battle, if not won, meant death!

Two beams of Flowing Light from the downstream of the Era ascended to the very beginning of the Taiji Era.

In the end, the grand battle waves burst through the annihilation barrier, causing creatures from every era to look up to the Vault of Heaven.

Whether strong or weak, they all watched quietly, witnessing a rarely seen fierce battle.

A thousand years!

Ten thousand years!

A million years!!

The battle between the two lasted a million years.

At this moment, the Qi-Blood of the Divine Emperor was exhausted, the Taoism Principle withered, the soul weakened, as if he were a skeleton cloaked in human skin, standing upon the Grand Dao.

He gazed afar at the young man in white, his face revealing a terrifying grin.

A million years, he had ultimately endured the most perilous moment, had not been slain, and had adapted to the oppression of the Human Dao.

Zhao Qi’s brows were furrowed tightly; the man opposite was too tenacious, he himself couldn’t recall how many times he had shattered him.

Yet the enemy could always, with sheer will, rebuild his body and battle him.

But at this moment, he was just half a step away from transcendence, the victory was decided.

"How much longer can you hold on, surrender now, and the promise of old still stands."

"I will wholeheartedly assist you in becoming the next Era Transcender."

Zhao Qi’s eyes slightly narrowed, Taiyi Radiance swirling in his eyes, gauging his opponent’s condition.

The Divine Emperor chuckled softly, his mouth grinning wide with an inexplicable meaning.

"Striving desperately in battle, exhausting everything, delaying at no cost."

He articulated every word.

"I am waiting for someone, what are you waiting for?"

As the words were uttered.

Crack!

The entire Taiji Era split apart for it, all phenomena hidden, all colors faded.

Only a seven-colored, pure and dazzling divine light filled the entire Taiji Era.

That divine light originated from the Taisu Era, and one could vaguely see within the divine light, an ancient and venerable tree.

The ancient tree pierced through the boundless, breaking limits, containing the Three Thousand Grand Dao within it while layers of seven colors flowed around it.

Yet it was tightly gripped by a fair, flawless hand, striking towards Zhao Qi’s forehead.

"It’s you, the Dao...." Zhao Qi roared, attempting to counter.

The next moment.

Thump!

The muffled impact sound followed, and behind him, three Grand Dao dimmed, even the steps towards transcendence were brought down.

Directly plummeting into the Da Luo Realm!