I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 253 - 10 The Human Emperor, save us!

Chapter 253: Chapter 10 The Human Emperor, save us!

At this moment, the feather-robed man felt the entire world had gone mad.

The Nine Heavens Foundation Building nine layers, even during the most prosperous era of the Human Race, those peerless geniuses, Buddha’s Children, and Taoist Children, could not reach such a state.

What virtue and ability did the Human Race now possess, to give birth to such a prodigy? He thought many things in an instant.

For a long time, a long time.

The feather-robed man, with a heavy expression and a hoarse voice, spoke, "Your Excellency, who exactly are you?"

You noticed? But Liang Hui never hid himself from the beginning to end.

The youth picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"City Lord, what do you think?"

"Not from the Demon Tribe, because there’s no need, everything of the Human Race has already been wrung dry."

Is it our ancestor, reliving a lifetime?" The man’s body trembled slightly, his demeanor excited, his eyes filled with anticipation.

But deep within his eyes, there was also a hint of pleading.

Liang Hui drained the teacup in one gulp, his face inscrutable, as he saw that hint of pleading.

"If you think it’s so, then let it be so."

"Thank you, senior," said the feather-robed man, standing up and bowing deeply.

"I do not know, how should I address senior?"

The youth’s gaze lowered, placing the tea cup down.

"Emperor!"

Boom!

In that instant, the aura surging through his body completely transformed.

The arrogance of defeating the world, the invincibility of winning countless battles, and the hope prayed for by all living beings, all surged within one person.

Such a imposing aura, the feather-robed man had never seen in his life before.

It was as if he saw on Liang Hui’s body, one divine figure after another kneeling, submitting, and he saw the boundless Human Race living across fields, mountains, and cities.

"This is the Human Race, this is the Human Race indeed!" the feather-robed man shouted hoarsely.

The scenes before him were what the Human Race should possess, not to be like them, treated as pets, caged and played with.

"Human Emperor! Save us, please." The man knelt down, bowing his head to the ground.

Liang Hui looked at the somewhat manic man before him, his expression not changing much.

With what could he save them, with the more than ten thousand people of Silver Rock City?

Picking up the teapot, he poured himself another cup of tea and took a sip.

"No salvation!"

In an instant, the man’s eyes showed a dead stillness. Such a powerful person declared no salvation; was there truly no hope?

"But you might survive."

"Survival is enough, as long as we live, there’s always a chance," the feather-robed man suddenly looked up, hope flickering in his eyes for the first time since birth.

Liang Hui, as if not seeing the man’s change in emotion, continued to speak:

"As the price, I want everything of the Human Race."

"Agreed."

This was not Liang Hui talking to the City Lord, but the Divine Emperor negotiating with a leader of a realm’s Human Race.

Even if the City Lord was as insignificant as an ant, and the name of the realm’s Human Race existed in name only, the feather-robed man was still one of the leaders of the Human Race over the past million years.

At this moment, he represented all the Human Race, past and present, agreeing to Liang Hui’s terms.

A trace of profound and mysterious energy descended from the skies above Silver Rock City into the youth’s body.

That was the last breath of luck for the Human Race.

Crack!

The youth set down the teacup, his expression now grave.

....

....

The two talked for a long time.

Liang Hui’s hand slowly extended, reaching towards the feather-robed man’s head.

"I will sever a portion of your memories, waiting for the time when they will unravel on their own."

A silvery radiance emerged in his palm, enveloping the man’s head.

From beginning to end, the man did not resist.

After a moment, Liang Hui withdrew his hand.

The city lord also stood up again and sat on the chair, closing his mouth and speaking no more.

Meanwhile, Liang Hui began to sense the Human Race fate within his body.

He quickly understood its function.

The speed of cultivation would increase, breakthroughs would be smoother, and treasures belonging to the Human Race would become more sympathetic.

Thus, his purpose for going to Silver Rock City was now half-accomplished.

The remaining half was to acquire all the resources in Silver Rock City that would be useful to him, whether it be dream-inducing items or exceptional natural treasures for breakthroughs.

As for the promise made to the city lord, this body would do its best to fulfill it unless it was absolutely necessary.

If so, he would ensure the curtain fell upon this realm’s Human Race in the most splendid way, and not quietly perish like farm animals bred in captivity.

This was his promise!

"Now that this matter has come to an end, I will take my leave first," he said.

"Here are the details of the hunting season, as well as the items you need," said the city lord, taking out a storage bag from his bosom and handing it over.

After receiving the bag, Liang Hui stood up to take his leave.

No sooner had he stepped out of the courtyard than he saw Yun Di waiting at the door. As he put the storage bag into his bosom, he said,

"The matters have been entrusted, Elder, you may leave first."

"All right," Yun Di nodded.

However, she did not move. She waited until the youth came to her side and then said,

"Qingcang, did the city lord summon you on account of the hunting season?"

"I advise you not to participate. You are the hope of the Human Race and should not take such risks," she added earnestly.

"I will consider it," Liang Hui answered with a light chuckle, striding toward his own courtyard.

The so-called hunting season.

The Human Race would send out sixty percent of Cultivators to leave the valley and hunt mystical beasts and demons in the Howling Moon Mountain Range.

That was the official explanation. In reality, it was a hunting game imposed by the elite of the Demon Tribe upon the Human Race.

Whether to participate or not would depend on some trials that would be conducted next.

Once he had returned home, Liang Hui walked into the living room and set up protective measures.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion, took out a beast corpse from the storage bag, and placed it in front of him.

It was a four-meter-long giant wolf with a silvery-white body that emanated a thick Demon Qi.

The Howling Moon Giant Wolf was not only the most common beast in the mountain range but also its undisputed overlord.

Although in ninety-nine percent of hunting seasons the demons consume humans, there is occasionally an exception: this Lesser Demon Howling Moon Giant Wolf was one such anomaly.

He reached out a hand and pressed it against the wolf corpse.

The nefarious Secret Technique for flesh and blood from the Demon Cultivator’s knowledge, combined with the forbidden techniques of the Beast Taming Sect, were simultaneously activated within the confines of this realm’s cultivation system.

In an instant, the wolf corpse started to dissolve, its skin and bones turning into liquid that merged into the blood.

The wolf corpse quickly disappeared.

What remained was a pool of bright red blood suspended in mid-air, continuously compressing and purifying.

Eventually, the blood turned into a basketball-sized blood orb, hovering in front of him.

’Demon Blood, I wonder if after integrating it, I can unlock the Demon Tribe’s cultivation,’ Liang Hui mused silently.

Ever since learning about the Demon Tribe’s path of cultivation, he had considered whether he could replace his own bloodline to become a Demon Cultivator.

After all, this realm’s name was the Heavenly Demon Realm, and the identity of a Demon Cultivator would certainly be more advantageous for his growth.

What’s most important is that the Demon Cultivator’s system should have a higher limit than the Human Race’s system in this realm.

And such methods of replacing and integrating Beast Blood, the nefarious path and the Beast Taming Sect always had plenty of them.

Since it was not his original body, there was no harm in trying.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and inhaled, and the blood orb flowed into his mouth like a stream.

The silver blood inside Liang Hui’s body boiled and rebelled, but was quickly suppressed by the Secret Technique as it attempted to integrate with the bloodline of the Howling Moon Giant Wolf.

Crack! Crack!...

A series of fracturing sounds echoed continuously.

Cracks emerged on his skin, then healed, and the cycle repeated over and over.

Blood flowed out, silver and red, staining the entire room’s floor.