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Chapter 270 - 25 Demon Emperor: Gone Fishing!

Chapter 270: Chapter 25 Demon Emperor: Gone Fishing!

"With Father in retreat, I took to patrolling the water domain, and unwittingly came upon this place."

The Dragon Maiden chuckled lightly, her hair floating upward in the seawater, exuding a strange charm.

She extended her palm, pointing ahead.

"Royal Brother, would you like me to accompany you in exploring the ruins of Jieyuan Temple? Father took me there many times when I was young."

Liang Hui shook his head, his expression gentle, as he moved slowly to stand beside the Dragon Maiden.

The murderous intent in his eyes subsided, understanding that the woman before him must have had lifesaving measures left behind by the Demon King.

"I would like to walk and see for myself, the final moments of the Human Race."

"Very well, then I won’t disturb you, Royal Brother."

The Dragon Maiden nodded, her figure gradually dissipating into the seawater.

Ten minutes!

Thirty minutes!

An hour!

Liang Hui remained standing in the same place, not leaving.

His gaze deepened, looking in the direction where the Dragon Maiden had gone.

"A coincidence?"

"But it doesn’t matter anymore."

He turned around!

Entered into the ruins.

One by one, items infused with a special aura were picked up, and he began to dream.

There were Buddhist, Daoist, and also demonic elements.

An abundance of Scriptures, Secret Techniques, and Buddhist laws continuously entered his heart.

With every step he took, the aura about him grew more profound, finding value even in the skirmishes depicted in some scenes.

His feet moved, and vague silhouettes gradually appeared behind the youth.

One!

Two!

A hundred!

With the body of one, he was followed by hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

The Myriad Beasts Fist appeared for the first time in this world, suppressing myriad spirits, dominating the Human Race.

The tall figure gradually receded, disappearing into the depths of the Jieyuan Temple ruins.

Only an almost imperceptible murmur drifted with the wind.

"Not enough! Still not enough! Far from enough!"

...

Time flies like an arrow, the seasons flow like a stream.

Half a month passed in a flash.

A tall figure sat cross-legged on the water surface, looking at the island not far away.

The island lay desolate and dilapidated, but it was once the heart of Jieyuan Temple, where the fighting was most fierce.

It was also the only place where those monks might have left something behind.

Liang Hui’s eyes held contemplation as the Jade Pendant at his waist swayed with the wind.

He stood up, and the Jade Pendant emitted a faint glow.

A vague figure materialized in front of him, coalescing rapidly.

Within a few breaths, a figure cloaked in a silver robe appeared before Liang Hui.

The Jade Pendant at Liang Hui’s waist rose and fell into the Spirit Body.

The two figures, except for their clothes, looked nearly identical and exchanged glances.

They turned around!

And headed in opposite directions.

...

Half a month later.

Creak! Creak!

Walking over dry branches and leaves, Liang Hui strode through the desolate island, arriving in front of a fractured stone pillar at the center of the island.

He had searched the entire island without finding anything, nothing but desolation everywhere!

For such a situation, Liang Hui was not surprised.

Even he would not arrogantly compare his searching capabilities with the Demon King, let alone the Demon Emperor.

The only difference from the demons was his identity as part of the Human Race, and moreover, he was well-versed in Buddhist Law.

"Is this all I can do?"

Liang Hui murmured in his mind.

The next moment, the aura of the Human Race’s Dharma bodies slowly began to reveal itself.

In an instant, the feeling the entire island gave him changed abruptly.

It became less desolate, less silent, and somewhat warmer.

But that was all; there were no other changes.

"Still not enough, eh? How about this then."

Liang Hui brought his palms together, his expression solemn and compassionate, as a faint Buddha Light emerged around his body.

"The four great sufferings are empty, the five aggregates are not self, arising and ceasing, empty and ownerless..."

The compassionate sound of chanting scriptures, after hundreds of years, once again rose in this former pure land.

Buddha Light emerged, appearing in everything with form or without, from grass and stones to the sky.

Gradually, the entire island was enveloped in Buddha Light.

The sound of chanting continued to resonate.

Until...

"Life and death burn bright, suffering is boundless; vow to develop the Mahayana Heart, relieve all beings, taking on the infinite suffering for them, so that all may ultimately achieve great joy."

These ancient words of Buddha suddenly streamed from within Liang Hui’s heart.

A force of constraint enveloped the young man’s body.

Liang Hui did not struggle; instead, he acquiesced to the force, his figure gradually blurring until it vanished entirely.

The perspective shifted and cleared once again, finding itself within an ancient temple.

Liang Hui looked at the vermilion walls, extended his palm, feeling the warmth at his fingertips, and that faint Buddhist nature.

"This secret realm really is well-hidden."

He looked up at an old monk who was, at some unknown time, meditating on a lotus platform.

The old monk’s face was gaunt; a pair of white eyebrows drooped down to his chin, and his body was draped in a large Kasaya.

He emanated a sense of kindness and approachability.

"Unexpectedly, there is still a day when I could meet a cultivator of our Buddhist Sect."

The old monk brought his palms together, his voice carrying joy, as if happy for the young man’s arrival.

"Human Race, how is it? Can you reverse the situation?"

"Apart from me, no one else is left in the world; all have become demons," Liang Hui retracted his palm from the wall and walked forward slowly.

As he walked, he spoke, "My predecessors were incapable, unethical, and powerless, leaving me, a junior, to support the heavens."

Thud!

Liang Hui stopped, only ten paces away from the old monk, a serious look on his face.

"Whatever you have left behind, bring it all out, for there is no one else but me."

"Our Buddha is merciful!"

The old monk bowed his head.

After a moment, he raised his head, tears of blood sliding from his eyes, filled with sorrow.

His lips trembled slightly: "I am sorry!"

"We have left... we have left..."

The tears of blood kept flowing; with each word spoken, there was a pause.

"The Leave Fire Sharira may preserve a trace of the Human Race’s bloodline."

Buddha Light emerged, clearing the bloodstains from the old monk’s face, restoring the kindness.

A red glowing Sharira appeared in front of the old monk.

Endless chanting sounds spiraled around the Sharira, each strand of the glowing light was entwined by dense Buddha Light.

"This is a sharira refined by generations of abbots and high monks of our temple; it can grant the consumer Yang God-level combat power, able to contend with a Demon King," he said.

As he spoke, the Leave Fire Sharira floated in front of Liang Hui.

With just a reach of his hand, Liang Hui could pick up the Sharira, and the formidable enemies that troubled him seemed like they would become a thing of the past.

"Junior, take it with you, survive, and preserve a spark for the Human Race," the voice of the old monk, gentle and compassionate, seemed very tempting at this moment.

The young man looked at the Sharira in front of him and sighed softly.

He extended his palm and struck down fiercely.

Crack!

The Sharira, said to grant the bearer the combat power of a Demon King, shattered instantly.

He brushed off the glow sticking to his hand and faced the old monk squarely.

"Such a tedious trick."

"How can you call it tedious? Isn’t it successful in luring a Divine Emperor Your Majesty?"

A crisp, low laugh came from behind the old monk.

A beautiful silhouette emerged, with a jade-like palm lightly pressing forward.

The old monk met his end instantaneously, without struggle or resistance, his cloudy eyes carrying a sincere apology.

’I have received your apology!’

The youth silently said to himself.

This journey was merely undertaken with the slightest of hopes, even though the Buddhist Sect was proficient in karmic causes and effects.

But facing the schemes devised by two Demon Emperors, there was an inevitably high chance of exposure.

And that chance was significant.

Liang Hui’s slender figure began to dissipate irreversibly; since he did not find what he sought, there was no need to stay.