I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 254 - 11: Gathering of the Proud Young Elites, Young Flood Dragon

Chapter 254: Chapter 11: Gathering of the Proud Young Elites, Young Flood Dragon

Sunset gave way to moonrise, and night was drawing near.

The cracks upon Liang Hui’s body had all healed.

Apart from a faint addition of unruliness and willfulness, he looked no different than usual.

The youth disregarded the blood that coated the ground, extending his palm.

Silver fur emerged, and even his fingernails turned sharp and slender.

"It seems the fusion went well, I wonder if I can cultivate," he mused.

Liang Hui returned his palm to normal, began regulating his breathing, and started to refine the demon blood within his body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound, like that of crashing waves, kept emanating from his body.

As time passed, a faint demon Qi continuously surged.

The red blood, which had been restored, was now transforming back to silver.

Unlike the originally mysterious and cold silver blood,

this time there was an added resilience that rampaged throughout his body.

However, it was quickly subdued by Liang Hui and began to circulate slowly.

The demon Qi grew denser until it shrouded the entire living room before coming to a halt.

"So this is what being a demon feels like? The physical form is indeed extraordinary," a voice sounded from within the green demon fog, deep and enchanting.

Then, all the demon Qi rapidly converged toward the figure and was absorbed by him.

Liang Hui felt the power that had been added to his body and the demon Qi circulating throughout; he slowly rose to his feet.

He stepped forward and positioned himself on the threshold, gazing at the three bright moons about to set in the vault of heaven, his eyes deep with thought.

"I must participate in the hunting season!"

"Whether it’s for obtaining more provisions or to learn about the Demon Tribe’s situation in this realm."

"Nevertheless, there’s about ten days left before it begins, which is perfect for enhancing my strength further."

Only when the bright moons had completely set did Liang Hui return to the living room to commence his cultivation.

....

In the Howling Moon Mountain Range, lush greenery abounded. Beyond the towering ancient trees reaching for the skies, mountains pierced the clouds, and everywhere you looked, rivers roared, winding across a hundred thousand miles.

At the convergence of the mountain range and rivers sat a colossal city, its walls dark and intense, faintly showing the marks of ax strikes and blade cuts, as well as a dim shade of blood.

"As expected of the ancestral land of the Howling Moon clan, I can almost see the desperate struggles of the Human Race," a tall youth of the Demon Tribe said, descending with several figures to stand before the city gates.

He was brawny and clad in blue iron armor, his physique robust, filled with explosive power. His eyes shone brightly like stars, and most peculiar were the crystal clear dragon horns amongst his blue hair.

He was a Young Flood Dragon!

Not to mention in the Howling Moon Mountain Range, even throughout the entire Heavenly Demon Realm, he could be counted as part of the top lineage and the undisputed royal clan of the Demon Tribe.

"The young master is right. Since the remnants of the Human Race were driven here, in the first few decades, they would still struggle and even attack An Yue City," the old servant standing next to the youth pointed at the various marks on the city wall.

"But in the hundreds of years that followed, they have never come within ten thousand miles of this city again."

"The Human Race was already crippled during your lord father’s era," he said.

"Of course, I’m aware of my ancestors’ magnificence; I regret not having been born in the same era to defeat the Human Race together."

"Fortunately, the opportunity has finally arrived; in the near future, there will inevitably be a sky-reaching battle. Let us first get accustomed to the slaughter with the Human Race," the youth of the Demon Tribe said with a hearty laugh, filled with contempt as his blue hair danced in the air, exuding domineering defiance.

He strode towards the city center.

At the city gates, a figure with a full head of silver hair greeted the arriving group with a warm and polite bow of the hand.

After the youth of the Demon Tribe left, streaks of light gathered, each one carrying an extraordinary presence. Most of them were proud youngsters of the Demon Tribe’s new generation.

Following the arrangements of their elders, they had come here to fight and get accustomed to the bloodshed.

This situation had only occurred once before, when the Human Race was first driven to the Howling Moon Mountain Range hundreds of years ago, and now it appeared again.

...

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Within Silver Rock Valley, numerous figures stood, totaling more than a thousand people.

They were all Cultivators of the Human Race participating in the hunting season, most at the first or second level of Foundation Establishment, with very few above the fourth level.

The air was filled with heaviness, dead silence, and even subdued weeping; no one was a fool, and all understood the true meaning of participating in the hunting season.

A tall figure stood amongst the crowd, a long saber slung on the right waist, and on the other side hung a silver round Jade Pendant.

Many cast their gazes upon him, filled with bewilderment and, for some, schadenfreude.

Liang Hui stood in the crowd, sensing the surrounding atmosphere, his expression unchanged.

Instead, he immersed his consciousness within his body.

The viscous silver blood flowed, constantly nourishing every part of the body, strengthening bones and muscles incessantly.

Surges of Demon Qi were concealed within the blood, exuding ferocity and dominance.

At the same time, a silver Golden Core floated in the abdomen.

The Golden Core was dazzling with an immortal sheen, inscribed with profound mystical patterns, radiating a faint Moonlight Essence.

With ample resources, his cultivation level had further improved after ten days of cultivation.

Not only had he reached the peak of Lesser Demon, but he had also formed a Golden Core and crafted a Magic Artifact.

Moreover, he had acquired a considerable number of secret techniques through the Dream-Entering Divine Ability, including the Xuanyin Moon Golden Pill and even the method for cultivating in the Dharma Phase Realm afterward; he had found them all.

"My friends, come back alive," a low, suppressed voice came from the front.

Atop the high platform, the city lord clad in feathered clothes bore a sorrowful expression, looking down at the figures below.

With a gentle wave of his palm, ripples appeared before the gully, revealing a path for several people to move forward.

The crowd did not hesitate, and under the guidance of many powerful beings, they stepped onto the path of death.

Liang Hui followed the crowd, and it was soon his turn.

Just before stepping into the path, he tilted his head slightly, taking one last look at the deathly silent valley.

Turn back!

He stepped into the pathway, likely glimpsing Silver Rock Valley for the last time in his life.

Passing through the path, what came into view were ancient, vast trees, mountain ranges in herds, and the intermittent roars that reached his ears.

The Demon Qi inside Liang Hui’s body circulated faster unconsciously, brimming with vitality.

After giving a brief look over the following crowd, Liang Hui’s feet propelled him as he ran into the jungle.

This participation in the hunt had only two purposes.

One, to obtain sufficient resources for growth; and two, to acquire the training pathway for after becoming a major demon, as well as the carcass of the Howling Moon Giant Wolf, which would provide more bloodline blessings.

Trees, rocks, and grass continuously swept by in his field of vision.

Whether they were fierce beasts or demon beasts, any encountered were casually slain by him.

As time steadily passed, the young man’s speed did not decrease in the slightest until several roars that shook the mountains and rivers reached him.

His footsteps abruptly halted, changing direction as he hurried toward the source of the sounds.

He had caught the scent of the Silver Moon Giant Wolf.

After running about a dozen miles, two giant beasts locked in fierce combat appeared in view.

A Silver Moon Giant Wolf was fighting with a Blood Tiger, each collision stirring up strong winds that felled trees and tore the earth apart.

The mountains and rivers trembled slightly.

Ta! Ta! Ta!

Unmasked footsteps reached the ears of the two demons.

"A fine catch."

A light chuckling followed.