I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 225 - 223 Sacrifice to Heaven, Sacrifice to Earth, Sacrifice to the Barbarian Tribe!

Chapter 225: Chapter 223 Sacrifice to Heaven, Sacrifice to Earth, Sacrifice to the Barbarian Tribe!

The elder was a Primordial Spirit powerhouse, yet he was slaughtered just for speculation, as easily as killing a chicken.

How about them, who weren’t much weaker than Old Feng?

Thousands of miles away, seated cross-legged in a cave, Liang Hui slowly opened his eyes, looking at the lifeless toad in front of him.

"Truly seeking death!"

Boom!

His hair shone with light as dark fog swirled around his body, transforming his demeanor, filled with demonic characteristics.

Boom!

The mountains above his head exploded with a loud bang, turning into dust.

"Sacrifice to the heavens, the earth, the Barbarian Tribe!"

Liang Hui’s voice was low, his eyes filled with extreme shock as a Nine-layered Altar flew out from his bosom, hovering in front of him.

Drops of golden blood splattered from his body, falling onto the altar.

All sorts of terrifying images appeared on the altar: a throng of Mo corpses floating, countless creatures bleeding to death, and a full moon causing the end of the world.

Chasing after the cause and effect that had probed their way here.

Countless black silhouettes appeared on the altar, among which four shadows stood the tallest.

Liang Hui’s gaze was cold as he watched the black shadows on the altar and said:

"Sacrifice!"

Silence fell upon heaven and earth, creating a suppressive atmosphere that filled every creature nearby with dread.

Black shadows on the altar shattered in swathes, leaving only four larger ones.

Chains descended from the skies, securing their limbs.

They suddenly exerted force.

Boom!

The four black shadows were directly crushed by the chains.

And thousands of miles away, the same scene unfolded upon four figures.

Whether it was the mysterious figure cloaked in black or the enchanting and fiery woman..., they now floated dead in deep pits.

Their limbs had exploded, their Qi-Blood drained, bereft of the slightest breath of life.

Liang Hui, upon seeing all the black shadows on the altar dissipate, collected the altar once again.

He looked somewhat regretfully at the floating corpse of the toad before him.

This Time Toad could have survived another day; it was unfortunate that it died due to a trivial matter.

Fortunately, things weren’t the worst; four days of research had vaguely yielded some ideas for his upcoming fist technique.

But it still needed more refinement.

Sigh~

A breath of turbid air was exhaled.

Liang Hui ended his train of thought and slowly stood up, looking in the direction of the Witch God Sect.

The journey to the Southern Barbarian lands also should come to an end.

Transforming into a sword light, he rushed forward.

A sharp, fiery momentum filled the heavens and earth, making no attempt to conceal itself, telling all barbaric life: he was coming.

As he marched forward, anyone, no matter their strength, whether Exotic Beast or barbarian life, would become a corpse in the mountain if they dared stand in his way.

The closer he got to the Witch God Sect, the more intense and frequent the battles became.

Sacred Worms, Exotic Beasts, barbarian powerhouses, various bizarre tactics— even Liang Hui was astonished.

But that was merely surprise.

One day!

Three days!

Nine days!

The deepest part of the Southern Barbarian lands, a swamp covering a hundred thousand miles, appeared before Liang Hui.

Above the swamp hovered a purple miasma, covering the entire Vault of Heaven, making it impossible to peer through.

Even with Liang Hui’s best effort to look far, he could see only a few miles ahead.

This time, Liang Hui did not step forward into the miasma; instead, his body instinctively sensed danger within it.

The Flowing Light Bell in his hair burst out with Eternal Radiance, slowly floating above the youth’s palm.

It vibrated slightly, as if at the next moment it would emit a deep, resonant bell sound.

Suddenly, the green miasma churned, revealing a spacious pathway.

Creak! Creak!

The sound of breaking twigs and fallen leaves came continuously from the pathway.

A tall figure wearing a bamboo hat walked from the end of the path.

Having approached within a hundred meters of Liang Hui, a voice spoke respectfully:

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, the Witch God requests your presence!"

"To claim divinity in my presence?" The youth’s expression was inscrutable, his words tinged with a hint of oddness.

And the Eternal Radiance trickling down from the Flowing Light Bell slowly enveloped his entire body.

"Since ancient times, immortal and everlasting, such beings certainly deserve the title of god amongst mortals."

"Immortal, eternal, ha!"

Liang Hui couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. If such beings truly existed in this world, he would have no time to grow.

He had been captured by them four years ago.

Moreover, the highest realm in this world was no more than the Primordial Spirit and Spirit Veins; he had yet to forge the path beyond. How powerful could the other party be?

"Your Majesty, please follow me."

The person beneath the straw hat seemed to have not sensed the disdain in the young man’s words and spoke again with a hoarse voice.

"Lead the way! I, too, look forward to seeing what so-called Witch God is like."

Liang Hui stepped forward, coming alongside the straw-hatted guide, pointing towards the marsh ahead.

At this moment, he feared no enemy and naturally was not afraid of any so-called traps.

The straw-hatted figure nodded, leading the way.

Liang Hui followed closely, his gaze deep as he observed the straw-hatted figure.

’A construct like a puppet perhaps?’

The youth didn’t feel the slightest trace of life from the figure beneath the hat.

Time ticked away, second by second.

After the better part of a day, the two figures, one following the other, finally arrived in front of a mysterious Bronze Palace.

The Bronze Palace was mottled with rust, yet Liang Hui could sense its potency, containing vast energy within.

The palace gates stood open, revealing the dark void within, and from the entrance, one could faintly make out a blurry figure upon a high platform.

"Your Majesty, please!" The figure under the straw hat bowed, the motion respectful.

"Having come this far, let him come to meet me for the final few steps."

Liang Hui’s palm brushed the bell, his gaze both mocking and amused, watching the straw-hatted figure suddenly stiffen in its movements.

Before the straw-hatted figure could make any other move, a hearty voice already came out from within the Bronze Palace.

"The Divine Emperor is right; the final steps should indeed be taken by me."

A tall figure strode out from within the hall, coming near to where Liang Hui stood.

It was a youth dressed in red Layered Armor, with narrow eyes, eyebrows as straight as knives, thin lips, an unruly demeanor, yet also exuding an open and candid aura.

The two regarded each other, and for a moment, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Liang Hui’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

The other was extremely powerful but not beyond expectation. What caused his eyebrows to furrow was a sense of incongruity.

A very faint sense of incongruity.

"Witch God?"

"My name is Gu Chi, I am also the hundred and thirty-eighth Witch God," Gu Chi said candidly, not hiding anything.

"You are quite forthright, aren’t you?"

"You should be clear about my purpose here. I need the Barbarian Tribe to submit."

"Good."

"The Barbarian Tribe is willing to submit and contribute to the world’s survival," Gu Chi responded with a nod, a gentle smile on his face.

Everything seemed to be going very smoothly.

Liang Hui looked at the youth before him, his mouth curving into a smile.

"Very well, but there is one more condition."

"What is it?"

"You go die!"

Boom!

The Flowing Light Bell was vigorously activated.

The deep, archaic tolling of the bell echoed through the marsh.

Straw-hatted figures and Gu Chi alike, their forms began to distort and then suddenly vanished.

And the surrounding marsh and the green miasma were instantly destroyed by the bell’s sound, turning into dust.

His arm raised, the Flowing Light Bell floated above his head, continuously shedding Eternal Radiance, with the faint sound of the prayers of beings coming through.

"An afterimage, is this your sincerity? Witch God!"