I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 239 - 236 Liang Hui: I Seldom Commit Massacre

Chapter 239: Chapter 236 Liang Hui: I Seldom Commit Massacre

Endless waves of energy flooded the world, continually surging ahead.

But eventually, they calmed into stillness.

Liang Hui stood with the Flowing Light Bell above his head, in the midst of the Energy Sea, everything his gaze touched was being destroyed.

Even at the horizon’s end, the waves of energy still surged relentlessly forward.

Protected by the Flowing Light Bell, the young man stepped forward, arriving at the place where the Demon Emperor’s presence had vanished.

There was no trace of the Demon Emperor, only fragments of a painting, floating and sinking in the waves of energy.

A look of relief flashed in his eyes as this troublesome enemy had finally been driven away.

He reached out, scooped up the painting fragments, and after carefully checking that there were no problems, placed them into his storage space.

Then, as the Flowing Light Bell descended, Liang Hui looked on with an indifferent expression at the new, slender crack on its surface.

He felt not the slightest regret.

Truth be told, after all that he had experienced over the past four years, his trust in this treasure that had appeared in his mind at the onset of his journey, had grown increasingly less.

Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he had been full of wariness from the beginning, but back then, he had no choice but to trust it.

Now, however, he had the right to choose.

After all, how could something belonging to someone else compare to what he had crafted himself?

He halted the thoughts swirling in his mind.

With a single notion, a crimson-golden sword light flew out from the earth, coming before him.

The Red Cloud Dao Sword floated up and down in the brilliance.

However, the Dao Sword, which should have been noble and sharp, was covered in cracks and dull in luster, with notches all over the blade.

Liang Hui’s expression was calm as he gently ran his palm over the length of the sword.

In an instant, the cracks mended, the notches on the blade vanished, and even the dull luster regained its brightness, becoming dazzling once more.

Since embarking on the path of the Dao, the Red Cloud Sword had truly become part of his body, and he was known for his extraordinary recovery abilities.

His hand grasped the sword hilt, and he tilted his head slightly, sensing the rumbling coming from afar.

Swish!

The Dao Sword was sheathed.

His footsteps moved, unhurried and leisurely, filled with satisfaction.

With things as they stood, how could you possibly escape in this vast world?

But, looking back, the contingencies you all so urgently prepared did indeed entertain me greatly.

The energy wave slowly receded, and Liang Hui also arrived at the site of the rumbling.

Nine formidable figures were constantly striking, surrounding the Red Lotus Holy Mother and the Armless Demon Spirit Sect Master and preventing them from escaping.

As Liang Hui approached, all attacks ceased.

Joy was evident in the eyes of each of the nine figures.

They had won the battle again.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, the Southern Barbarian Nine Caves were ordered to stop the enemy, and we have not failed our mission."

Liang Hui nodded slightly and, holding the bronze bell, stepped forward beyond the encirclement of the nine.

"Good, leave the rest to me," he said.

His gaze was filled with a cold intensity as he looked at the Demon Spirit Sect Master and the Red Lotus Holy Mother, who had stopped struggling.

"That beast really is useless; what was he thinking, clashing blades with you."

The formerly gentle and kind countenance of the Red Lotus Holy Mother had vanished, replaced with anger.

She could not understand, knowing full well how formidable the man before her was, why go up and clash at all.

Just use your trump card directly, and yet without playing your final trump card, you end up beaten to death.

It was only because the two Demon Emperors remotely manipulated him that two trump cards were drawn.

The contingencies prepared by the five of them felt like a joke.

The Armless Demon Spirit Sect Master beside her remained silent, his eyes calmly watching the young man.

Ha! Ha!

Liang Hui scoffed with a mix of mockery and disdain.

Boom!

His right hand, holding the Flowing Light Bell, smashed down firmly.

Chants and red lotuses appeared around the Red Lotus Holy Mother, erupting into being.

But it was all in vain; as the bell struck, all her measures shattered in an instant.

The Flowing Light Bell harshly hit the old woman’s forehead.

Clang!

Beyond that, there was not the slightest noise; the Red Lotus Holy Mother fell straight down.

She was enveloped in immortal brilliance and was imprisoned by Liang Hui.

Only then did the young man turn his gaze to the Demon Spirit Sect Master.

"Putting a dog in the position of the Demon Spirit Sect Master would have performed much better than you."

"You turn down the gift of eternal life, of immortality?"

Fingertips gently moved, a burst of radiance struck its forehead in an instant.

Imprisoning the already critically wounded and dying Demon Spirit Sect Master.

The bell’s sound gently swayed, as two figures were devoured by the Flowing Light Bell.

Liang Hui’s expression was cold as ice, gazing at the Flowing Light Bell in his hand.

He rarely tortured to kill, after all, there wasn’t much difference between a single slice and a thousand cuts, both resulted in the enemy’s death.

But these two were exceptions.

Dispelling the coldness from his countenance, he turned towards the nine respectful figures before him.

"The Khan of the grassland tribes and their shamans are all dead, go forth and annex them into the Divine Court."

"Yes, Divine Emperor Your Majesty."

The nine bowed in response, extremely compliant.

Liang Hui waved his hand, signaling the nine to leave.

Soon, only Liang Hui was left in the sky.

The bronze bell in his palm turned into a streak of flowing light and hung in Liang Hui’s hair.

Looking up at the Vault of Heaven, his face bore a look of helplessness.

"Qing Tian, didn’t I tell you to handle the affairs of the Divine Court? Why have you come here?"

As his words spread, a graceful figure appeared in the sky.

"It’s merely an avatar conjured using the world."

"My true body is still presiding over the Divine Court."

Her steps were graceful as she moved beside Liang Hui, her lips parting slightly.

"There’s something important I needed to tell you just now."

"Speak!"

"The speed at which the Heavenly Demon Realm is approaching our world has suddenly increased tenfold."

"Meaning, the time it would take for the Heavenly Demon Realm to descend upon our world has gone from just over nine years to around ten months now."

"Hmm, I understand."

Compared to Qing Tian’s seriousness, Liang Hui’s expression did not change much.

Ten months!

The time left for him to breathe was already enough.

"Since you are already confident, then I’ll say no more."

Qing Tian extended her hand, her fingertips scattering the dust from the young man’s blue robe.

"Hui, you’ve worked hard."

The figure slowly faded, nearly disappearing from view.

"You’re more like a human now, Qing Tian."

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, not stopping the movement of her hand.

And Qing Tian whisked away the dust from the young man’s blue robe, leaving it clean.

The figure completely vanished into thin air, leaving only an inexplicable whisper echoing in the sky.

"The mortal world is full of confusion, the greatest bewilderment to the heart."

"The mortal world?"

The youth placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, gazing into the distance at the battle scars that spread across tens of thousands of miles, where every creature was dead.

"It’s finally going to end."

A sword light rose, heading towards the great Zhou.

...

In the Central Plains, Yuan Yang Sect.

A red Taoist temple.

A woman in white, with palms slender like bamboo shoots, gently stroked the ancient zither.

The clear, straightforward sound of the zither echoed throughout the temple.

The beautiful jawline beneath the veil added an extra touch of elegance to her.

Her eyes were cast down, as if gazing at the zither, yet it seemed as though she was probing her own heart.

For a long, long time.

The sound of the zither ceased, giving way to silence.

Her eyes lifted, and her lips parted slightly.

"You’ve arrived..."

A striking man in azure robes appeared before her.

With a Taoist Sword at his waist and a war spear on his back, his hands hung casually at his sides.

In Liang Hui’s eyes, there was no longer the domineering ferocity of days past, but a gentleness and calm.

"The sound of the zither is good, it is rare to hear such a pleasant sound."

He stepped forward and sat down directly on the steps.