I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 201 - 199 You Finally Came, Aberrant Cult Master

Chapter 201: Chapter 199 You Finally Came, Aberrant Cult Master

Though spoken softly, the words clearly reached the ears of both sides.

The desperate combatants unconsciously looked toward the end of the sky.

There, an ancient chariot unobscured by the slightest hint of radiance.

All eyes saw the figure in a blue robe sitting cross-legged atop the chariot.

With raven hair draped over his shoulders and a face both handsome and divine, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, he captivated all who looked upon him.

Such a visage they had seen a thousand, ten thousand times in their memories, yet never once like this, so thrilling, so terrifying.

A low chant, almost like a lament, escaped their lips:

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty!"

Before the crowd could utter more.

Everything around was vanishing: the pitted ground, the shattered space, even the sun in the sky disappeared without a trace.

At some unknown time, seemingly endless mountains rose up, standing among the world of men, with all manners of exotic beasts howling upon them, and numerous great stars encircling them.

The mountain range was like a pillar supporting heaven and earth.

"What is this?"

A hoarse mutter.

It came from a humanoid creature, with red skin and four arms.

Crack!

In the astonished eyes of all living beings, the base of the pillar thunderously snapped, and the mountain range tilted, crashing down upon them.

Beasts roared, stars fell, the pillar collapsed.

In an instant, a hundred miles of space shattered, leaving only the deepest black and the falling pillar between heaven and earth.

"Your Majesty, I belong to your faction."

"Madman! Madman!"

"All in, even in death, I must splash his blood."

....

Some screamed towards the sky, struggling with all their might, some knelt to beg for mercy, incessantly kowtowing.

Lava carrying the scent of sulfur surged, pitch-black miasma emerged, and various powerful methods bloomed.

But it was useless!

Lava burst apart, miasma shattered, all kinds of methods were instantly ground into nothingness under the pillar.

The pillar, under the desperate gaze of everyone.

Crashed down.

Boom!

Rolling ripples formed in the void, spreading in all directions, endlessly expanding the broken space.

Until a pale hand gently brushed over, and only then did the ripple-like waves cease their spread.

The shattered space, subsequently restored.

Liang Hui, seated on the chariot, slowly withdrew his extended hand.

Looking at the now much quieter mountains and rivers, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Only then did his gaze turn to the two figures not far away.

One was a girl in a black dress, gasping for breath, her pale face looking up at the chariot above the Vault of Heaven.

It seemed she could see the invincible figure sitting cross-legged.

Behind her, an old man with a livid face and protruding fangs kneeling amidst the ruins, forcefully banging his head against the ground.

From start to finish, there was no sign of resistance.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, the old zombie has supported you in all meetings within the Demon Spirit Sect."

"Liang Si was captured by the sect, and it was the one taking care of him. Even the fact that I am alive is because of it..."

"Does it matter?"

Liang Hui’s gaze lowered, and he gently patted the seat beside him.

"No amount of reasoning can compare to your life-risking gamble. Since this is so, let him live!"

"Come, sit down. This moment of glory, I grant you a share."

Su Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She had retained a portion of her future foundation in the Divine Court.

She stepped forward, ascended into the sky, and entered into chariot, sitting down beside the youth.

Until she sat down, Su Yao felt a sense of dreamlike reality, a memory shining through into the present.

Her head titled slightly to look at the face beside her, both strange and familiar, and the dreamlike feeling intensified.

In the memories of the future, she sat like this beside the youth, following him as he defeated all under heaven and swept clean the world, invincible in both the heavens and the earth.

’What a pity!’

Before Su Yao could dwell on the thought.

Pale fingers had already touched her brow.

In an instant, layer upon layer of seals within Su Yao’s body broke apart, with bursts of light shattering one after another.

Until a crimson apparition rose from Su Yao’s forehead.

"Liang..."

Slap!

A palm shattered the divine consciousness.

Liang Hui had no desire for superfluous words, just wait for death quietly, why say so much.

As all restrictions were removed, Su Yao smiled faintly.

Without hesitation, she sold out the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect.

"The Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect has devoured the lifeblood of billions from Tuzhou and is attempting to break through to the realm beyond the divine veins."

"She? Break through?"

Liang Hui chuckled lightly.

"It’s just a final struggle," Su Yao said, looking over the ravaged expanse of a hundred miles, providing the answer.

Under such a fist seal, just think about how to die.

"Let’s go! One by one, our opponents will be dealt with, none shall escape."

The mighty bull moved its four hooves, pulling the war chariot forward.

The war chariot passed the kneeling old zombie, and also the hundred-mile fist seal.

From beginning to end, neither of them gave the old zombie another glance.

Until a faint sound fell from the Vault of Heaven.

"Keep up, there’s a feast coming up soon, just for you."

"A feast?"

The old zombie’s eyes carried a hint of puzzlement, but still he rose and quickly followed.

When memories emerged four years ago, he didn’t have many thoughts, just wanted to become one of the divine generals, just as in the memories.

After all, this was as good an ending as it could get for him.

He didn’t understand why those colleagues, even if they had been enemies of Your Majesty in their memories.

In this life you fully support Your Majesty, with His Majesty’s character, would He still kill you again?

Now look what’s happened, the Divine Emperor Your Majesty has fully risen, and all of you are to turn to dust, nearly dragging me down with you.

A chariot, a bull, and a zombie quickly disappeared into the horizon.

....

Year 149 of the Great Zhou dynasty, year 6 of the Zheng Sheng era.

Leizhou, Divine Soldiers Valley.

Only one night remained before the Divine Emperor Your Majesty came to retrieve the divine weapon.

The autumn was thick, the night air slightly cool.

Divine Soldiers Valley was still ablaze with fire, with hammering noises that vibrated across dozens of miles occasionally echoing.

Sword cries, hammer pangs, and the hum of blades..., nine types of sacred weapons circled the flames continuously.

"With such a great display of power, Divine Soldiers Valley must be exhausting all efforts to forge weapons for that person."

Slap!

An old man with cloud patterns embroidered on his robe slapped the back of a young man’s head.

"What ’that person’? Cloud Mist Sect has always referred to him as Divine Emperor Your Majesty."

"Speak disrespectfully again, and the position of a core disciple can be given to someone else."

"Yes, Grandfather."

The young man’s expression contained a hint of grievance; such a title was not unique to him alone.

This was a microcosm of the changing attitudes of all beings in the world towards Liang Hui.

As Liang Hui rose rapidly within a short four years, able to barely contend against the divine veins, the attitudes of most people underwent a tremendous shift.

Cooperation, submission, flattery had become the mainstream.

Eradication, control, malice were rapidly disappearing.

Thus, ever since Divine Soldiers Valley began forging the divine weapon, one peak force after another came to visit.

And most were there to safeguard the forging of the divine weapon, to prevent any sabotage.

The night passed, the fires dimmed, and the nine great divine weapons descended one after another.

A streak of dawn light rose from the east, breaking the night.

Moo!

A bellow of a bull.

An ancient war chariot, scarred all over, slowly drove in, bathed in the morning light.

Accompanied by the clear, melodious sound of ceremonial bells.

A slender figure stood up in the chariot, tilting his head slightly, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

"You’ve finally come, a grand feast!"