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Chapter 236 - 233 Demon Emperor: The Human Race merging into the Demon Tribe, I think it’s feasible!

Chapter 236: Chapter 233 Demon Emperor: The Human Race merging into the Demon Tribe, I think it’s feasible!

He severed the thoughts in his mind, and Liang Hui cast his gaze toward the seven ancestors.

"The Buddhist scriptures and secret techniques involving karma, the soul, and memory, the old monk should have prepared them for me, right?"

Before the words had completely fallen, the seven ancestors had already loosened the Buddha Beads, allowing them to float in front of the youth.

"Your Majesty, these are all top-notch Buddhist scriptures and secret techniques from Dingchan Temple.

"Also, the location of the Demon Spirit Sect."

Liang Hui took a deep look at the old monk, reached out his hand to grasp the Buddha Beads, and didn’t check them right away.

His gaze remained, staring at the old monk.

"Your Excellency, when will you pass into nirvana?"

Since the seven ancestors had chosen to say those words earlier, their end was inevitably set.

Only death could assure Liang Hui.

The seven ancestors were clearly prepared for this, their aged faces showing little surprise.

A compassionate smile hung on their lips, and they joined hands together, bowing slowly toward Liang Hui.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, mercy is in your heart."

Cracks appeared from their feet, slowly disappearing like flowing sand.

Legs, waist, chest—all dissipated continuously until half of the head turned to ash.

"Dingchan Temple, do not worry!"

It was only then that Liang Hui gave his promise.

And the remaining half of the seven ancestors’ heads also dispersed along with their spirits into nirvana.

In the ancient temple, only he remained, sitting crossed-legged in solitude.

In that moment, the slowly flowing time began to return to normal, and the Crimson Cloud Sword that had been circling inside the room went back into its sheath.

Liang Hui plunged his consciousness into the Buddha Beads. Inside the significantly large storage space, rows of bookshelves laid out.

On these bookshelves were Jade Slips emitting Buddha Light.

With just a thought, a Jade Slip appeared in his palm,

This Jade Slip contained a special aura, which could serve as the reliance for ’entering dreams’.

Liang Hui tucked away the Buddha Beads and placed the Jade Slip on his knees, muttering in his heart:

’Enter dreams!’

In a flash, Liang Hui’s eyes began to look lifeless and hollow.

After just a few breaths, those silent eyes once again became profound and spirited.

Bowing his head, he looked at the Jade Slip on his knees and spoke again: ’Enter dreams!’

He took out one Jade Slip after another for ’entering dreams,’ experiencing one dream after another.

He continually sucked in the knowledge about karma, the soul, and memory from them.

Time swiftly passed, seven days went by.

With the help of the ’entering dreams’ Divine Skill, Liang Hui rapidly enhanced his understanding of the soul and karma.

The youth sat cross-legged on the floor, beginning to probe his own memories bit by bit.

A trace of bitterness emerged on his face; whether it was the memories of his past life or that segment of what seemed like future memories, there were no issues at all.

But almost instinctively, he wanted to explore them once again.

Ha!

Liang Hui slowly stood up, cutting off all the excess emotions in his heart.

He walked toward the exit of the ancient temple.

The affairs of the Western Desert were concluded, and it was time to deal with the last enemy.

Click!

The ancient temple’s door was pushed open.

Liang Hui stepped out, looking at Hoo Bai lying prostrate in front of him, as well as the chariot.

In an instant, he was before Hoo Bai, and he lightly patted its head.

At the same time, he said to the old monk standing by: "Lead all the Divine Vein and Primordial Spirit experts from the Western Desert to Tuzhou."

"Yes, Divine Emperor Your Majesty."

In this moment, the old monk’s heart fully relaxed.

The greatest crisis since the establishment of Dingchan Temple was finally over.

Liang Hui didn’t care about the old monk’s thoughts and quickly boarded the war chariot, leaving Sutuo Mountain behind.

This trip to the Western Desert had been quite rewarding.

Not only had he made some conjectures about potential dangers, but he also acquired many Buddhist Scriptures related to karma and the soul, which allowed him to advance further in his spiritual cultivation.

He also learned the hidden location of the Demon Spirit Sect.

"Really looking forward to it, the meeting I’ve been waiting for, you old swine and dogs."

Gazing towards the east, Liang Hui’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes cold and stern.

It was perfect that the last few enemies were gathered together; he planned to deal with them all at once.

However, it was still necessary to prepare some contingency plans to prevent any unexpected failures.

...

On the grasslands, among the many tribal sanctuaries, was Yang Mountain.

Inside an extremely hidden palace.

Five figures surrounded a bronze long table, sitting opposite each other.

"Those monks from the Western Desert have also declared their allegiance to the Divine Court, so next it’s our turn," said a majestic man, his face rugged and resolute.

He was clad in animal skins, revealing a wheat-colored chest carved with a ferocious golden wolf’s head.

If there were any herders here, upon the first glimpse of the man, they would surely bow devoutly—it was their Khan!

"Chao Lu, there’s no need to worry, we are fully prepared. As soon as that person arrives, they won’t be able to leave," said the elderly woman in plain clothes, her voice soothing and kind.

"Old mother, you bitches of the Demon Spirit Sect, you really deserve to die!"

The muscular man’s face was filled with hatred as he gripped the armrest tightly.

If it weren’t for the sudden interference of these two, he would have already led the warriors of the various tribes to submit to the Divine Court.

And then strive for an eternal and immortal life.

There would be no need to be here planning, scheming, and gambling with their lives.

Right beside the muscular man sat an old man in a wide black robe.

The old man’s hair was braided into small plaits, adorned with various decorations that draped down his back.

In his eyes, which he turned to the old woman, lay deep darkness and murderous intent. He was the High Priest of the various tribes of the grassland, now also dragged onboard by the Red Lotus Holy Mother.

The Red Lotus Holy Mother still wore a smile on her face:

"There is no need for such resentment, gentlemen. The Divine Emperor’s era is about to end, and our choice is the only way out."

"Eternal life can also be brought to us by Demon Emperor Your Majesty," she continued.

"Don’t you think so, Yin Teng?’

The old woman turned her head towards the looming, tall figure seated higher up, enveloped in black robes.

This figure was extremely tall, almost three meters in height even while sitting.

Upon hearing this, a broad hand emerged from the darkness of his robe, striking the tabletop with a clang of metal that drew everyone’s attention.

"The two emperors rose from obscurity, and in just a few hundred years, they overturned the million-year reign of the Heavenly Demon Realm, showing a talent so rare that it could be counted on one’s fingers in all the heavens and worlds."

"Eternal life, immortality—it’s not difficult," he asserted confidently.

"Ha! Envoy, the Demon Tribe is extremely hostile towards our Human Race; they won’t just use us and then kill us, will they?" Chao Lu said sarcastically, yet his eyes were deadly serious.

"Chao Lu Khan, our tribe is indeed extremely hostile towards the humans of the Heavenly Demon Realm."

"But we have already exterminated their line, cut off their descendants, and their spirits scream day and night in the Demon Emperor Banner. We harbor no such hatred towards the humans of your world."

"Before I came, Demon Emperor had promised—your world’s humans could completely merge with the Demon Tribe, becoming one of us, and together, we would conquer all realms."

"Just a few words; such things are hard for us to believe," the High Priest said hoarsely, his voice carrying an edge. Even though they had no other choice, they still needed to secure their future as much as possible.

"I can swear an oath to the two Demon Emperors that I will not violate such an oath even unto death," Yin Teng declared, raising his hand to the heavens, ready to swear.

At this moment, neither the Red Lotus Holy Mother nor the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect interrupted, quietly waiting for Yin Teng to make his vow.

After a long while, Yin Teng’s oath was completed, and his hand was placed back down.

Suddenly, the always silent Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect spoke up:

"Why doesn’t the Demon Emperor personally cross the realms to come here? Wouldn’t that make us more confident?"