I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 188 - 186: The Path Ahead, Tai Yi?

Chapter 188: Chapter 186: The Path Ahead, Tai Yi?

The old man’s expression was one of astonishment; amidst the overwhelming Blood Qi, he sensed Inner Strength.

Although the Inner Strength was extremely pure, on par with low-level True Qi, Inner Strength was ultimately Inner Strength, something he could easily perceive.

Ha!

Liang Hui chuckled lightly and did not reply.

With a light stamp of his foot, his free arm stretched forward, his fingers and palm changing positions nearly a thousand times in an instant.

With each movement, a dull roar emanated from the golden gleam in the sky, as myriad beasts hidden within it watched the old man intently.

Then, his fist roared forward.

In that moment, it was as if an immortal mountain had fractured.

Countless beasts leaped out from the Blood Qi, coiling around the celestial mountain, burning everything as they pushed forward.

The Fistful Intent, which could crush all living beings and subdue the Myriad Beasts, dominated heaven and earth.

In the old man’s astonished face, a flash of solemnity appeared; under such a domineering Fistful Intent, he began to believe the youth’s words.

Could such a dazzling and peerless individual tell a lie?

Moreover, beneath such magnificent Fistful Intent, he indeed saw shadows of the Martial Path of the Beast Taming Sect.

"Such Fistful Intent, I have never seen before," the old man couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

He waved his hand, instructing the yellow dog that had been standing by his side to leave.

His withered arm slightly retracted, and an aura commanding the Myriad Beasts emerged upon his body, with a light yellow brilliance also ascending.

Nearly in an instant, the brilliance had spread to ten miles! Thirty miles!

With the old man at the center, countless wild beasts howled to the Vault of Heaven, their divine intent melding into the light yellow brilliance.

Allowing the vast divine radiance to spread to an astonishing fifty miles.

In the next instant, the light yellow divine brilliance all converged onto his withered arm.

He smashed forward, showing no weakness.

The immortal mountain, the aged palm filled with wrinkles, drew closer and closer.

Closer!

And closer!

Until they touched.

There was no earth-shattering boom, only a silent confrontation, a silent disintegration.

Space itself cracked in swathes, revealing utter darkness.

Atop the celestial mountain, numerous roaring beasts burned to ash, yet still unable to halt the mountain’s disintegration.

Liang Hui staggered backward, each step revealing dark cracks in space.

He retreated a full mile before stopping his steps.

The youth at this moment was indescribably disheveled, his blue robe stained with blood, his outstretched palm revealing bare white bones.

However, the wounds on his body healed at an extremely fast rate.

Liang Hui was not dejected; on the contrary, his mouth curled up slightly.

Facing a strong opponent from within the Martial Path, not being killed by a single punch was an outcome he was very satisfied with.

"An unimaginable prodigy, at the same realm, I fear I would have been killed by your punch," said the old man dressed in the attire adorned with Myriad Beasts, gently stroking his hand and speaking again in admiration.

Keep in mind, he was two entire Realms above the young man before him and yet had not managed to kill him in one strike.

From his vitality, it seemed he was not even seriously injured.

The old man started moving, covering the distance to Liang Hui in just a few steps.

And the yellow dog, which the old man had sent away, also quickly leaped to his side, affectionately rubbing against his clothing.

"Grandmaster, you flatter me," the young man said as he shook the blood off his fingers, his tone gentle.

"I am merely stating the facts, there’s no flattery involved," the old man said as he reached out to pet the yellow dog on his side.

The young man pointed to the ground.

"I know the Grandmaster has many questions to ask, and I do as well. Let’s discuss them properly," he said.

Afterwards, Liang Hui landed on the ground, with the old man following close behind.

With a wave of his arm, cushions, a long table, teacups, and a steaming teapot all materialized on the clearing.

The young man sat down cross-legged, gesturing to the cushion opposite him.

"Please!"

Hearing this, the elder did not hesitate and immediately sat down.

Liang Hui picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

"The younger generation has been practicing for how long?" The elder’s eyes lowered, watching the steam rising from the teacup.

"A thousand years!"

"A thousand years, such a long time."

Even with the elder’s temperament, he was astonished at the passage of time, but what followed was relief.

The fact that the teachings he left behind could exist for such an extended period was reassuring.

"This time, I was able to meet with the ancestor because I have practiced a secret technique that can reflect on the heroes of the past."

The youth’s voice interrupted the elder’s reverie.

"Is that so?"

The elder nodded without much fluctuation.

"That’s all I wanted to know."

"Youngster, is there anything you would like to ask?"

"What is Qi Meridian?"

Liang Hui reached out with his palm, stroking the teacup on the long table, and slowly began to speak.

He wanted to understand Qi Meridian from the perspective of different powerhouses, to carve out his path.

"Qi Meridian?"

The elder looked deeply at Liang Hui before speaking again.

"The most important and difficult thing about Qi Meridian is the formation of the True Qi seed."

"It requires Inner Strength and will, compression, and fusion to form one’s own True Qi seed."

"Finally, using the seed of True Qi to construct the Qi Meridians that envelop the entire body. When the Qi Meridians spread throughout, it signifies that Qi Meridian Realm has been perfected."

Liang Hui listened to the elder’s words, his expression calm, and took a sip of tea.

He waited for the ancestor to continue speaking; the knowledge the elder spoke of was quite common, and he understood it too.

The elder, dressed in Myriad Beasts’ fine garments, likewise took a sip of tea and continued:

"Whether it is the condensation of the True Qi seed or the cultivation of the Qi Meridian Realm, these things are not difficult for you."

"What’s important is what kind of will you want to use to condense the True Qi seed."

"Ordinary Martial Artists who have completed their Blood Qi change will instinctively integrate the will they are most familiar with from their past cultivation when they break through."

"Will?" Liang Hui’s expression became serious as he set down the teacup.

"Will, or the essence of the path, matters for the journey ahead."

"Fire, water, beast taming... various essences differ."

The elder held the teacup with one hand and reached out with the other; a strange aura emerged between his fingers.

A kinship with beasts, friendly to fierce beasts, was sensed by the young man.

"This is the path I took during the Qi Meridian phase, affinity with all the beasts of the world, each species naturally drawn to me."

"Is this what they call the essence of the path?"

Liang Hui felt it carefully.

This essence of the path seemed to him like the most fundamental principle, used to determine one’s future path.

’In the memories of the future, my practice should have followed the Way of the Five Elements.’

’Then what about me, what path do I truly wish to follow?’

Liang Hui closed his eyes in contemplation, his palm slowly reaching out.

Moments later, the young man opened his eyes.

Wind, fire, thunder, earth, water; creation, destruction; the flow of yin and yang, the suppression of the Myriad Beasts... various essences passed over his fingertips.

These were paths he had touched upon in his Martial Path.

Suddenly, on the Flowing Light Bell in his mind, a glimmer that seemed eternal flickered.

A mark of a finger on the bell’s surface changed continuously, but quickly returned to its original state.

The concept of Tai Yi, of being singular, pure, and refined, surged in Liang Hui’s heart.

All the essences in his palm seemed to be converging into one.

Liang Hui did not pay attention to the changes in his palm; he looked up at the Vault of Heaven, his eyes profound.

The young man did not stop the convergence in his fingertips; he simply watched the Vault of Heaven quietly.