I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 220 - 218: I See the Future, and the Future Sees Me

Chapter 220: Chapter 218: I See the Future, and the Future Sees Me

The light in his eyes receded, and the chariot halted, slowly descending into a jungle at the border.

The brilliance around the chariot converged, and Hoo Bai, emanating a faint golden Soul Fire, looked back to see the figure sitting up.

He then lay on the dry branches, vigilantly observing any movement within a hundred miles.

Liang Hui extended his hand, and the Nine-layered Altar appeared in his palm, on which the Red Cloud Dao Sword, now serving as the Sacrificial Master, seemed even more ancient.

’Let’s do it here!’ he whispered in his heart. He was just half a step away from breaking through to the Entry Dao Level.

He planned to strengthen himself once more before stepping into the vast mountains, but before the breakthrough, some matters needed to be addressed.

With a thought.

A dark, mysterious altar floated in front of him.

This was an altar Liang Hui had fashioned from various stones and ores related to curses during the half-month journey.

It bore a striking resemblance in size and shape to the Nine-layered Altar formed from the mana in his hand.

’Curse, sacrifice!’ Liang Hui murmured.

During this time, he had depended on the Curse Sect’s methods and the sacrificial spells confiscated from the wicked paths of Longevity Hall, researching ways to utilize the Nine-layered Altar and the method of integrating causality.

Whoosh!

The Red Cloud Dao Sword soared from the Nine-layered Altar, suspended at the side.

And the golden-red Nine-layered Altar also drifted slowly forward, nearing the pitch-black one.

The two similar altars drew closer and closer until they touched.

No collision occurred as they merged together seamlessly.

In less than the time taken to burn a stick of incense, the altars had become one.

The unified altar hovered in front of the young man, mostly dark but interspersed with golden-red runes that flickered incessantly.

Liang Hui’s gaze landed on the altar, and he extended his hand to grasp the Red Cloud Dao Sword.

His other hand caressed the blade of the sword.

A sharp glint passed through his eyes as he barked,

"Cut!"

The hand caressing the sword’s blade emitted a cyan glow and slashed swiftly forward.

Almost instantly, a strand of sacrificial Taoism Principle that was unlike any scorching heat or sharpness was unleashed.

The moment this sacrificial essence emerged, it was absorbed by the altar.

A faint black mist began to rise from the altar, lending it an added air of mystery.

"It’s not over yet!"

The Flowing Light Bell flew out from his hair and surfaced behind Liang Hui, starting from a standstill to slowly rotating.

With each rotation, the undying, indestructible glow grew increasingly brilliant and dazzling.

At the same time, a series of indistinct images began to emerge.

There were demons covered in blood, the collapse of worlds, the burial of millions of lives; there was also the full moon grinding down heroes; and palaces reduced to ashes, with countless lives from several realms meeting their end in tragedy....

All these were deeds of Liang Hui, tied to his own causality.

However, he had never used the Flowing Light Bell to shatter these causality connections before, and now was the perfect time to transform these causal ties into nourishment.

The young man’s expression remained calm and composed as he formed an ancient Seal Gesture with his hand, while the Flowing Light Bell behind him spun increasingly quickly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!....

Sounds resembling the snapping of ropes or threads echoed continuously.

After some time had passed, the Flowing Light Bell was already floating above the altar, casting down strands of light.

The altar became more ancient, and additionally, specks of blood-red were scattered across it like stars, randomly adorned upon the altar.

Day turned to night and then day again.

The jungle returned to its tranquil state, but it was a quietness that felt oppressive to the living beings within.

Liang Hui gently stroked the altar in his palm, exploring its capabilities.

"Not bad!"

Sacrifice, Curse Kill; these were the powers of the altar, providing him with yet another means to use against foes.

He tucked the altar into his chest.

Liang Hui began to restore the spirit and mana he had expended, intending to adjust himself to peak condition for the breakthrough.

Come morning, the nascent sun arose.

The young man opened his eyes, as if two divine swords suddenly appeared, resplendent and blinding.

The Entry Dao Level of this world, as the name suggests, means entering the Dao and perceiving the path one has chosen in an instant.

As for how to enter the Dao,....

"Begin!"

The Red Cloud Dao Sword, coiled around his abdomen, started to show threads of cracks, which were expanding incessantly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Red Cloud Dao Sword was covered with them.

The next moment, the Dao Sword shattered with a loud bang, turning into specks of red-gold starlight that surged into every part of his body.

Liang Hui’s already extremely powerful physique began to climb even higher, becoming stronger.

And with the falling apart of the Dao Sword, his spirit seemed to plunge into another dimension.

Time here had become meaningless, devoid of any significance.

Wind, fire, earth, destiny, destruction, time....., various paths of the Great Dao flowed past like vast rivers, with blurry figures looming at the mid-levels and ends of these rivers.

Liang Hui reigned in the shock in his heart.

This is what entering the Dao meant, he thought the Nurturing Phase was the most important realm among Daoists, but now that seemed laughable.

Eagerly repressing extraneous thoughts, he moved along with his feelings toward his own destined path of the Great Dao.

With a sense of certainty, Liang Hui abruptly stopped before one of the Great Dao Rivers, feeling that if he stepped into it, he would rapidly progress along this path.

It was as if this path was his home.

’The Five Elements!’

Ripples swept through his spirit.

Straining to see into the distance, he could vaguely make out a half sleeve of blue and two blurry figures standing opposed at the end of the path.

’Is this intentionally shown to me?’

Liang Hui did not believe he could clearly see the end of a path by his own abilities.

After one last look,

he followed his intuition and moved in another direction.

And the moment Liang Hui left, one of the two opposing figures at the end of the Five Elements path dissipated with a bang.

A figure in blue robes fluttered violently in the breeze of the Taoism Principle, taking bold steps forward.

Almost reaching the end of the Five Elements path yet never taking the final half step, as if waiting for something.

On the other side,

Liang Hui had already thrown himself into another Great Dao River, one that felt no kinship with him, yet he felt sincerely free and at ease.

This was the path he had chosen for his swordsmanship—Pure Yang!

And though there were several figures occupying the upper reaches of this path, none lay at its very end.

Liang Hui lingered at the very bottom, at the very edge, feeling it quietly for a moment.

His spirit then returned to the borders of Manzhou.

Inside the chariot, Liang Hui’s eyes burst with divine light.

Crack!

The mountains and rivers obstructing his way for a hundred miles were all cloven in twain.

’Fire!’

He whispered in his heart.

A red flame hovered in front of him,

radiating intense heat and light.

’Such a flame, is this the Taoism Principle after entering the Dao? I haven’t employed any mana or True Qi.’

Liang Hui sighed softly in his heart.

He admitted that he had underestimated the path of the Daoist in this world.

To cultivate with instruments and the Dao, yet at the critical moment to shatter the Taoist Instrument and leap forward, and to achieve unimaginable gains.

But he had stayed within the Great Dao much longer than ordinary people, and whereas other Daoists were confused upon entering the Dao, he was exceptionally clear-headed. Could it be due to profound foundations?

Liang Hui made a judgment in his heart.

He reached out with his palm, and a red-gold Dao Sword slowly took shape within it, indistinguishable from before.

No! There was a difference; it was sharper and hotter.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

"I feel that I have become much stronger,"

Liang Hui said with a light chuckle, his lips curling into a carefree smile.