I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 162: A Dream of Six Hundred Years of Spring and Autumn, Only I Remain the Same

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: A Dream of Six Hundred Years of Spring and Autumn, Only I Remain the Same

Liang Hui stepped forward and picked up the broken sword from the ground.

Then, he began to search the body of the youth.

As he searched, his brows slightly furrowed; all of the items on the youth’s body had self-destructed.

"Quick reflexes!"

Not paying too much attention, having obtained an item for entering dreams, he was satisfied.

Next, Liang Hui walked towards the nearby street where another trophy awaited his collection.

Soon, a figure pinned to the ground by a long spear came into view.

The spear pierced through the chest, and blood continuously flowed from the wound, staining the light gauze with blood, while a pair of beautiful, lifeless eyes stared at the sky.

With a desolate sense of beauty.

"You’re not dead yet, which is unexpected," Liang Hui said, his hand on the tail of the spear, his expression calm.

"Using a secret treasure is all you did, but, in the end, it didn’t change the outcome," Yao Yue said intermittently, her voice full of weakness.

"It seems you’ve won again, but dying at your hands is also my honor, Divine Emperor Your Majesty."

Her blood-stained lips curved up slightly, revealing a smile on her beautiful face.

"I once thought that the Beast Taming Sect had truly produced a peerless genius."

"But even the most outstanding can’t defy a whole realm and kill three geniuses in a row, can they? There’s never been such a person recorded in the annals of Great Chu."

"Neither Li Muxuan six hundred years ago nor the first-generation master of True Martial Hall five hundred years ago could do it."

The further you go in realms, the harder it is to overcome higher ones, a fact that is an ironclad law.

Blood Refinement and Blood Replacement have been accomplished, True Realization, and entering the path — already stepping into the mid-to-late stages of this world’s cultivation system.

Liang Hui’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes lowered, looking at the woman’s figure.

There was no agreement, no objection.

The hand holding the spear suddenly exerted force, shattering all the organs in Yao Yue’s body.

Once there was absolutely no breath left,

Liang Hui collected the storage space from the woman’s body, looking at her remains.

"I never wanted to kill like this; I’ve always just wanted to live, to live freely and fully."

Fierce flames rose from the ground, enveloping the remains and burning them to ashes.

He walked over to the Scripture Library, leaving nothing behind but ashes.

The youth gazed at the building in front of him, the Taoist Sword in his hand raised high.

Suddenly, he struck downward!

Craack!

As though rending silk, the sound of the building’s protective spell breaking echoed.

He strode forward, pushing open the doors that had been sealed for six hundred years.

Creeeak!

A row of bookshelves came into view, seemingly endless at a glance.

And on each bookshelf, there were a multitude of books and Jade Slips.

He walked slowly forward, reaching out to touch a book, and in an instant, it turned to dust.

’Has too much time passed?’ Liang Hui whispered to himself, glad that his target was never the books, but rather the things recorded on beast skins and in Jade Slips.

Picking up a Jade Slip, he looked it over, his face breaking into a smile after a brief scan.

The records in the Jade Slip were legible, meaning his trip wasn’t wasted, and he stored it in his storage space.

With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind blew.

One by one, the decayed books turned to powder, filling the space with dust.

Seeing that most of the items on the bookshelves were gone, Liang Hui quickly began collecting the Jade Slips and beast skins.

After he finished with the first floor,

The youth moved to the second floor. Using the same collection method, it took him less than half an hour to clear out all five floors.

By then, some people who had heard the commotion had arrived at the perimeter of the building, eyeing it warily.

The recently felt aura was formidable, clearly the result of a battle between strong figures.

Though aware of the danger, they couldn’t resist lingering nearby, enticed by the possible rewards.

Standing on the fifth floor, Liang Hui looked down at the crowd that was steadily gathering around the building.

In the Tianyuan Secret Realm, all his goals had been achieved; it was time to leave.

Using the Flowing Light Bell to confirm Su Yao’s location,

Liang Hui’s figure gradually faded from the spot.

Not long after he disappeared, the people surrounding the building swarmed inside.

The youth sprinted rapidly across the land, heading towards the sensed location.

His figure plunged deeper into the ruins.

About half a day had passed.

Liang Hui suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He sensed a large number of presences ahead, and these presences were not weak.

And among them was Su Yao.

He slowed his pace and moved forward.

Before long, a large crowd appeared in sight, among which Liang Hui sensed several auras no weaker than Nie An’s or the monk’s.

However, at this moment, these people were all gathered around a huge pit.

The pit was vast and bottomless to the eye.

Liang Hui drew closer, attempting to perceive its depths, but he could discern nothing.

Even with the assistance of the Flowing Light Bell, the view remained a blur.

"Interesting!"

The youth turned and walked toward Su Yao’s direction.

Before long, a young girl dressed in a blue gown came into view.

As Liang Hui appeared, Su Yao also noticed the youth.

A lovely smile emerged on her pretty face, her lively eyes slightly curved.

"Everything went smoothly?"

"All is well! We should leave now," Liang Hui quickly approached the girl and indifferently swept his gaze over the surrounding crowd.

The Tianyuan Secret Realm would not end for another four months and it had been just over two months.

However, he had already figured out a way to leave.

"Wait! You might be interested in what happened here," Su Yao suddenly spoke.

In that instant, the Flowing Light Bell vibrating in Liang Hui’s mind quieted down.

"Do you remember that Taoist Sword engraved with the sun, moon, stars, and all things in the world?"

"I witnessed it with my own eyes as it flew into the pit ahead," the girl pointed forward.

Hearing this, Liang Hui also cast his gaze in that direction.

Of course, he remembered that the Taoist Instrument had a terrifying power that could, for a short time, contend with the five great divine pulses and the Primordial Spirit.

"That Taoist Sword, it’s very dangerous!" Liang Hui whispered, withdrawing his hand from the sword hilt as he looked on with a grave expression.

"In that case, we..."

Boom! Boom!

Deafening roars interrupted the girl’s words.

Bursts of black mist surged from the pit, filled with demonic energy, merely observing it made one unconsciously sink into depravity.

The people standing at the edge of the pit had no time to react.

They were engulfed by the black mist and jumped into the pit in a daze.

Noises of confusion began to rise within the crowd.

Several Magic Artifacts, glowing with light, charged into the black mist.

However, the Artifacts vanished upon entering the mist.

Liang Hui watched the scene before him, retreating quickly with Su Yao.

He looked with solemn eyes at the black mist that continued to spread.

Several Magic Artifacts manifested in front of them, charging forward.

But the result was no different; once the Artifacts entered, they lost contact.

Suddenly, the black mist became still.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

"After countless life and death struggles, I have still survived," a voice declared.

"Six hundred years have passed, many acquaintances have become dust, yet here I still stand."

The unrestrained laughter caused the world to tremble.

All the black mist started to condense, and a figure slowly became visible.

At that moment, countless bolts of lightning appeared in the sky above the secret realm, as if refusing to permit this person’s descent.

It was not until a figure draped in a black robe, with a thin and gaunt face, appeared before everyone that the thunder and lightning dissipated.

"Sword, come!"

A streak of light emerged from the depths of the pit.

It was a Taoist Sword, engraved with the sun, moon, stars, and all things in the world, but it was covered with cracks.