I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 199 - 197: I am Liang Hui, and also the Divine Emperor

Chapter 199: Chapter 197: I am Liang Hui, and also the Divine Emperor

Upon the peak that pierced the heavens,

a figure sat cross-legged, watching the ’white’ snowflakes drifting down between heaven and earth, extending a palm to feel the grains that came to rest upon fingertips.

He ’saw’ endless vengeful spirits howling, roaring, cursing.

But as his gaze settled, everything came to a sudden halt; usually irrational specter and fierce ghosts were trembling, afraid.

"Master, that man has appeared in Divine Soldiers Valley, requesting weapon forging. He will return to retrieve it in a half-moon’s time,"

said the youth in a green robe, standing at a distance, speaking out.

He had never stepped into the ’thick snow’ once.

As his words dropped, there was no further movement, only the howling of the wind stirring the air.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Maniacal laughter echoed between heaven and earth.

Mountains crumbling, earth tearing apart, space shattering in fragments.

Only that peak reaching into the clouds remained quiet and undamaged.

"The time has finally come."

"If you want my life, come and take it with sword, with blade, with fist."

"I want to see how sharp your Fistful Intent is."

The youth, hearing his master’s disconnected words, had a trace of desolation in his eyes.

The man who once casually talked about slaughtering the masses and subduing evil paths, when had he become like this?

"What are you thinking about? My disciple," a calm and enchanting male voice came from beside his ear.

The youth suddenly turned to look, his gaze greeted by blood-red eyes that held not a hint of madness or ferocity, but only peace.

"Master..."

The youth’s voice stumbled, for such a lucid gaze had not been seen by him in a long while.

"To fight that person, if I cannot maintain my best state, then I might as well end my life now, to avoid tarnishing his Fistful Intent."

"Besides, over the years, I have prepared more than enough."

The figure speaking, though merely seven feet tall, carried an extremely domineering presence, as if towering over the Vault of Heaven itself.

He stepped forward, past the youth.

Boom! Boom!

A great commotion came from behind, and the youth couldn’t help but look back.

His pupils contracted sharply, his expression stunned.

The mountain peak where his master had sat for years collapsed, revealing a skeleton as white as jade.

One could vaguely make out a skeletal frame so massive it was unimaginable, coiled upon the earth.

Now, it was standing up.

Leg bones reaching into the clouds, even straining one’s eyes could not discern their end.

"Such a White Bone Demon?"

"How could the master in my memory lose?"

The youth muttered to himself, everything before him surpassing his imagination.

It was his first time seeing such a colossus, like a deity that created the heavens and the earth.

And of the so-called evil path’s seventy-two inheritances, the master had mastered a great many.

He finally understood what it meant to be the strongest of the evil path, past and present.

Yet such a powerful person, in the last life, was nailed to the mountains and rivers, wailing for seventy-two days before dying.

....

In the early days of autumn,

trees donned their golden coats, and leaves danced in the gentle breeze.

At the border of Leizhou and Yunzhou, mountains rose in clusters, extending endlessly; ferocious beasts roared continuously, and few people passed by this place.

On the mountain, sunlight poured down, casting the long shadow of a figure.

Liang Hui looked at the white powder amidst the rocks, feeling the breath from years past.

His body slightly bent, his expression sincere and earnest.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you,"

"Today, I have come to collect your bones."

"Another day, I will avenge the great enmity of the Chivalrous Sect for you, whether it’s Da Zhou or the evil paths, I shall exterminate them all!"

Liu Yunhai, the Martial Artist who had staked everything to afford him the right of choice in a hopeless situation,

Liang Hui felt it natural to investigate after ensuring his own safety.

Liu Yunhai was born in the Chivalrous Sect in the central region, a sect not large in size but led by the master who practiced its founding principles.

To eliminate evil, support the weak, and save the world.

Under such grand objectives, they offended many.

Thus, in one night, the sect was decimated, leaving only Liu Yunhai, who was away at the time, as the sole survivor.

The records of the Beast Taming Sect on this matter were very vague, merely written with conjecture.

The downfall of the Chivalrous Sect was orchestrated by the local government and the heretical paths.

For him, this was enough.

He took out two stone jars from his bosom.

With a light wave of his palm, the powder mixed in the gravel gathered together, splitting into two portions that surged into the stone jars.

One stone jar was stored by Liang Hui in a spatial container, placed in a corner.

With a thought, a crimson sword light appeared out of nowhere and carved a hole atop the mountain.

Liang Hui tossed one of the stone jars down, and the hole closed up right after.

He stepped forward slowly, coming to the sealed spot.

Bang!

A slab of white jade was pressed by Liang Hui into the soil.

His hand reached out, his fingertips lightly tracing on the jade.

"The tomb of my comrade, Liu Yunhai."

He paused writing here, but his fingers quickly continued to move.

"Erected by the Divine Emperor!"

This was the first time he claimed the title of the Divine Emperor.

Images of friends flitted through his mind, and he finally made up his mind.

He drew back his hand, gazing at the jade, and chuckled softly:

"I am Liang Hui, and also the Divine Emperor!"

"The people of the world, all spirits and beings, I will shoulder the burden."

"Whether it’s a prosperous age or a declining silence, I will make the choices for all living beings."

The gentle breeze brushed by, leaves fluttered down, and when one looked again, the figure had disappeared.

Only a solitary stele stood quietly in its place.

...

Yunzhou, where everything began.

Once Huaiyuan Town, a thousand miles east.

In a cave halfway up the mountain, dense runes were engraved all around, and various magic artifacts were arrayed on all sides, emanating their own glows.

Liang Hui was seated cross-legged deep within the cave.

He sensed the surroundings and adjusted his own condition.

After a while, his palm flipped over, and a sky blue fruit appeared, instantly filling the cave with its fragrance.

Liang Hui’s spirit became even more spirited.

This sky-blue fruit was a spiritual heaven and earth treasure he had obtained after killing a powerful individual on the brink of entering the Divine Meridians Realm in Chu Nation.

He had kept it until now, but the time had finally come to use it.

Spirit, energy, and essence, he aimed to be in the best state to break through into the Meridians Realm.

Without hesitation, he raised his palm and swallowed the sky-blue fruit.

As soon as the fruit entered his mouth, it dissolved, and strands of coolness surged into his mind, making his spirit extremely active.

His perception of his surroundings became clearer and clearer, as if a veil of dust always coated his spirit, now being wiped clean.

And such enhancement continued incessantly, without end.

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

It was not until the morning of the fourth day that the enhancement of his spirit stopped.

"This is quite unexpected."

A pair of pitch-black eyes, mixed with touches of sky blue, looked even more profound and tranquil.

The youth extended his hand.

His fingers changed a hundred times, and around his palm, pitch-black fissures appeared.

There was no increase in strength, nor was there any increase in speed.

But the enhancement of his spirit replenished the essence within spirit, energy, and essence, bringing them to equal levels.

It even caused his Fistful Intent to blaze to an extreme.

His entire being exuded a sense of perfect harmony.

"Those bald donkeys truly deserve to die!"

Liang Hui once tried to cultivate a spirit-based secret technique, but he had bad luck and encountered the fallback set by monks.

He almost got his location pinpointed and did not continue to cultivate it afterward.

On one hand, secret manuals for the spirit were extremely rare and easily came with hidden perils.

On the other hand, there was too little time. Cultivating his fist, pursuing the Martial Path, cultivating the Tao, studying the Sword Scripture, and entering dreams had already exhausted his energy.