I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 272 - 27: The Divine Emperor Emerges!

Chapter 272: Chapter 27: The Divine Emperor Emerges!

For a month now.

The entire Heavenly Demon Realm has been abuzz with what transpired outside the Dragon Palace.

The Flood Dragon King offended the Demon Emperor and was utterly denied any further progress; the path to ascend to the realm of the Demon Emperor became forever closed to him.

In the Heavenly Roc Region, outside Yanghai.

Liang Hui stood on a hill, gazing into the distance at the cracked earth, where seams of varying widths faintly revealed streaks of molten lava.

Recalling the scenes he had seen in his dreams, he sighed softly in his mind.

This place used to be a vast expanse of ocean, filled with Pure Yang energy, beneficial to sword cultivators, Daoists, and monks alike.

But all that was destroyed in an assault.

The Yanghai Expedition against the demons, where the Human Race, led by sword cultivators, launched a counterattack.

The outcome was, without a doubt, defeat!

Ninety-nine percent of the sword cultivators fell here, with the legendary indestructible divine sword nearly snapped in half by the Demon Emperor’s strike.

Ultimately, it was severed by the Heavenly Roc King.

Halting the thoughts in his mind.

Liang Hui leaped down and strode towards what once was Yanghai.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

With each step he took, the aura around his body grew even more enigmatic.

Row upon row of noble figures appeared behind the young man, following him as he moved forward.

One day, four days, seven days!

Liang Hui never ceased his march, with diverse figures appearing and fading behind him as if they were endless.

Pop!

Liang Hui stopped in his tracks, looking at the lush jungle before him; he had reached the end of Yanghai.

Behind him, figure after figure gradually emerged, bowing in respect, then slowly fading away.

’Juniors, I am sorry!’

The youth’s normally straight back bent ever so slightly, as if shouldering something?

Liang Hui’s gaze was profound. Having understood the many sword cultivators through his dreams and transformed into these outstanding figures through the Myriad Beasts Fist.

But his identity in this realm was too special. He was the sole survivor of the Human Race and the last gathering point of the race’s destiny.

One could say that the million years of the Human Race’s glory, splendor, and downfall were all borne by him alone.

Beyond the martial arts, changes were already inevitable.

Turn back!

He took one last look at the battle of Yanghai.

Striding forward, he vanished into the jungle.

...

Tiandang Mountain, ancient battlefield of humans and demons.

The pivotal battle between humans and demons, where both sides exhausted their forces and resources.

Countless creatures perished.

After this war, the Human Race fell irrecoverably on the defensive.

Although many corpses were removed, the sheer number led to a multitude of resentful spirits, ghosts, and malevolent forces still remaining in the air.

Hence, Tiandang Mountain attracted many demons practicing secret arts.

Today, a burly man clad in feathered garments entered this place, his body exuding dense Demon Qi.

Not practicing, just wandering through Tiandang Mountain for ten days before leaving.

And yet, his body seemed to have bent slightly.

Four days after the great man departed, a consciousness suddenly swept across the whole of Tiandang Mountain, causing an instinctual shiver to run through the demon tribes.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, a diminutive figure looked up at the sky, corners of his mouth turning up.

"So, you’ve figured out my face-changing technique? A bit slower than I expected."

His face-changing skill had been advancing continuously ever since he entered the dream state of the exotic beast known as Green Wolf, studying, refining, and improving.

It could be said that, after his martial arts, this was the technique he was most proficient in.

But this time, he was up against the Demon Emperor, who wielded control over the world; it was not surprising to be found out.

Fortunately...

Over the past few months, by drawing on the scriptures and miscellaneous skills of this world, his face-changing technique had made further progress.

It should be able to buy him some more time.

Amidst these thoughts, the aura on his body once again transformed.

Bowing his head, he continued to search for special items on the battlefield.

Time passed.

Chiyuan River! Duping Mountain! Heichun Abyss...

After using the face-changing skill, Liang Hui’s figure kept appearing in these war ruins.

On this day, he had left an ancient battlefield less than two days before.

Suddenly, a jade hand reached out from the clouds and slammed down on the mountains where the ancient battlefield was located.

Boom! Boom!!

The ground shook, fierce winds rose, as if thousands of suns exploded before one’s eyes.

The mountain range that stretched for a hundred thousand miles instantly crumbled to ashes.

Liang Hui watched the immense palm print with a trace of contemplation flickering in his eyes.

He began to steadily reduce and hide his aura.

At the same time, at other battlefields left over in the Heavenly Demon Realm, hands reached out from the clouds and struck down.

Erasing the traces of the past thoroughly.

After this.

Liang Hui no longer visited various battlefields; instead, he focused all his energy on cultivating.

He hunted groups of demons for energy to quicken the pace of his cultivation, while absorbing the knowledge from his dreams, transforming it into his own strength.

He wandered everywhere, never staying in a fixed region for too long.

In the midst of chaos, time kept slipping by, and four months passed in a blink.

...

In the Divine Court.

The meditating Liang Hui slowly opened his eyes, divine light bursting forth, crossing the Vault of Heaven and piercing into the starry sky.

Boom!

The vast, boundless Divine Court trembled, rejoicing, jumping for joy.

Even Su Yao, who sat in her chair presiding over the court council, stopped speaking.

She slightly tilted her head to look towards where Liang Hui was in seclusion, before shifting her gaze to the powerful beings below.

Her red lips parted:

"The meeting is over, you may leave now."

"Yes!"

The response echoed through the palace, full of seriousness and solemnity, no longer perfunctory as it had been.

Su Yao waved her hand, and the many powerful beings departed with reverence in their demeanor, retreating slowly.

"Keh! Keh!"

"Even though you are not here yet, just feeling your presence makes them skittish, eager to offer all their loyalty."

The girl leaned against the chair, smiling lightly.

She stood up.

Turned around!

She looked towards the tall figure behind her.

"More than seven months, Hui, you’ve emerged from seclusion!"

Liang Hui’s gaze fell, looking at the girl’s lovely face, his voice gentle:

"You’ve worked hard. From now on, leave it to me."

He reached out with his hand, beckoning softly.

A streak of flowing light flew out from Su Yao’s embrace, landing in his palm, toying with a small bronze bell.

At the same time, another hand reached out, touching Su Yao’s forehead.

In an instant, all the aura belonging to the Flowing Light Bell was cleansed thoroughly.

He withdrew his hand, stopping in front of the girl.

With a thought,

a clear blue, five-layered Little Tower materialized in his palm.

The Little Tower was sky blue, its radiance soft and inclusive of all things.

Each layer of the tower was carved with designs: ancestral worship, the sun, moon, and stars, demons floating dead, soaring Sword Qi..., various scenes in constant motion.

Faintly, one could even hear the prayers and prostrations of countless beings.

"Take over the Cang Tower for now!"

He retracted his hand, and the Cang Tower hovered in front of Su Yao.

The girl didn’t take the Cang Tower but looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes lively and sincere.

"Hui, with my strength, to wield the Divine Court’s treasure is no doubt a waste. It’s better for you to manage it yourself, or let Sister Qing Tian take control."

"Take it, you’ve earned it during this time."

With a soft voice, the Cang Tower floated into Su Yao’s hand.

Su Yao rubbed the Cang Tower in her hand, her eyes slightly curved like crescent moons, revealing a touch of quirkiness.