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Chapter 279 - 34 I Stand Now, No, You Stood Before

Chapter 279: Chapter 34 I Stand Now, No, You Stood Before

The following day, at the break of dawn.

Divine Court Palace.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion.

He recalled the moment the Flowing Light Bell shattered, the transformation of his body.

It seemed to be an innate release, the abilities that had been bound now displaying their rightful brilliance.

With a slight perception, a stream of information appeared in his mind.

His Divine Skill—dream entry—had undergone a change or, rather, a metamorphosis.

Previously, he could only enter the dreams of the dead through their personal belongings, but now he could capture the Qi signatures of living beings and enter their past dreams.

In other words, all knowledge and Scriptures from ancient times to the present were now open to him.

Yesterday, it was through entering dreams that Liang Hui confirmed the existence of anomalies within Su Yao’s body when he saw her past.

Between thoughts, he stretched out his palm, and four differently colored orbs of light, like miniature suns, floated into the air.

Liang Hui first cast his gaze on the bright yellow orb to the far left, where a fragmented bronze piece bobbed up and down within.

The copper fragment was mundane but carried a glimmer of the undying, the indestructible, the eternal.

It was a piece of the Flowing Light Bell he had personally broken off before sending it into the Boundary Sea as a token for dream entry.

A glint of hope in his eyes, he felt for the Qi signature on the copper piece and whispered to himself:

’Enter the dream!’

Boom!!

A thunderclap echoed in his mind, and his consciousness went blank.

Looking again, the copper piece had already fallen to the ground.

’Its essence is too high, still can’t enter the dream?’ Liang Hui said helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, he retrieved the copper piece.

He then turned his attention to the second orb on the left, the dark ink-colored one.

It was a wisp of Qi, extremely faint, yet of an astonishingly high essence.

It was the Qi that he had captured from the future ’Su Yao’ yesterday, which he now intended to use for dream entry.

Sensing the inky Qi, Liang Hui attempted to enter the dream once again.

But soon enough, a look of helplessness crossed the young man’s face.

He had failed!

Liang Hui shifted his gaze to the remaining two orbs of light, one containing the Qi of the Flood Dragon Emperor and the other of the Heavenly Fox Emperor.

They were transmitted back through his Divine Skills while he was in the Heavenly Demon Realm.

He reached out, grasping the white orb.

’Enter the dream!’

The Heavenly Fox Emperor’s Qi, another failed attempt at dream entry.

Looking at the last orb of green light in his hand, Liang Hui murmured softly, "Enter the dream!"

Boom!

Mana, Qi-Blood, True Qi, and Spirit rapidly depleted.

Yet, a smile appeared on the young man’s face.

He had succeeded!

As for the energy depletion, it was of no concern to him.

The surroundings began to blur, and his perspective shifted, with views of thunder, divine light, and the ocean sweeping past.

At last, his gaze stopped in front of a luxurious and solemn palace.

A scorched black Flood Dragon plummeted from the sky and landed in front of the Dragon Palace, devoid of any sign of life.

Many Sea Demons around watched the heavy dark clouds in the sky with fear and horror.

Eventually, their gaze fell upon the lifeless Flood Dragon.

Unlike the Demons who believed the Flood Dragon Emperor to be dead, Liang Hui keenly felt a spark of vitality amidst the ruin.

This spark of life was too pure and immense, rapidly spreading, causing the Flood Dragon Emperor to undergo transformation.

’So that’s how it is, it’s breaking through right here, truly unexpected.’ he thought.

’Come, let me see what it means to be a Demon King, what it means to be a Demon Emperor.’ Liang Hui whispered.

The opportunity before him was immense, almost unraveling the training system of the Demon Tribe for him to observe.

With a thought, he had already entered the body of the Flood Dragon Emperor.

Pain!

Excruciating pain!!

Bone-piercing agony!!!

Every inch of his bones, every fiber of his muscles wailed, and unending agony enveloped him.

But all these pains were severed by Liang Hui in an instant.

Tens of thousands, millions of times he had entered the dream, what pain had he not experienced? The situation before him still couldn’t shake him.

After calming his mind, he began to carefully observe the Flood Dragon body that was transforming.

Soul or even flesh, bit by bit he checked, not missing any detail.

The environment around the Dragon Palace gradually became blurred, until it completely shattered.

Liang Hui also returned to the Divine Court Palace.

This time in the dream, his Azure Dragon Fist among the Five Saints Fist, was further perfected.

And through the observations just now, he had already roughly understood the realms of the Demon King and Demon Emperor.

If the Demon General was about overpowering the Remnant Soul of the ancestors and integrating it into one’s bloodlines to climb in strength,

then the Demon King was about transforming the Remnant Soul into nourishment, to carve out a path unique to oneself.

As for the final Demon Emperor, the path one had forged was ultimate, integrating it into the bloodlines, and then pursuing that sliver of chance for breakthrough.

Of course, this is just a rough idea; there were still far too many details to be added and perfected to replicate the path of the Demon Emperor.

However, Liang Hui just needed to know the direction for a higher realm, that was enough.

The path of the Demon Emperor and the path of the Human Race in the Heavenly Demon Realm, he would not choose.

After all, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Martial Artist’s cultivation system, to ask him to start over, don’t joke.

Only the path one forges for oneself will be the most suitable route for cultivation.

Even if he were willing, the friends, old acquaintances, confidants behind him, as well as the generals of the Divine Court, couldn’t just start over.

These people were now all waiting for him to carve out the path ahead.

But with his current cultivation level, indeed it was time to carve out that path.

The cultivation of the Divine Vein Realm in this world was too diversified and too numerous.

There is the right path that constantly tries to enhance the strength and quality of True Qi, hoping to reach the limit of the Divine Veins within the body.

There is the evil path that seeks to enhance the Divine Veins themselves and thereby increase strength and seek breakthroughs using various means like Beast Blood, malicious aura, ghosts’ energy, Blood Qi....

There’s also the miscellaneous path that relies on the Power of Faith, constantly blending faith, hoping for a breakthrough.

.....

All these situations are variable, but aren’t ninety-nine percent of them just thinking about breaking through the Divine Veins?

As for what happens after the breakthrough?

They dare not think, nor do they have the power to ask for more.

Even if their True Qi is mixed, their Qi-Blood is chaotic, their Spirit is tainted, and the whole path of the Martial Artist is led astray, it doesn’t matter.

After all, stepping into the next realm is the greatest luck of this life.

But Liang Hui must think and must plan.

Although he is not the progenitor who forged the path, he must become the founder who expands the path.

As time passed, the thoughts in his mind came to a halt.

He stood up, took unhurried steps to the palace gate, and reached out his hand.

Creak!

He pushed open the palace door.

He glanced at the rising moon.

He strode towards the palace where Su Yao was located.

He hadn’t walked far when Liang Hui suddenly stopped.

It was snowing!

Snowflakes fell from the Vault of Heaven, white with a touch of coolness.

The young man’s gaze condensed slightly, looking into the distance, he saw a woman in black leaning against a coiled dragon pillar.

The woman’s figure was ethereal, her features blurred.

But Liang Hui could still feel the familiarity from her silhouette.

"’Su Yao’", the Su Yao Liang Hui spoke of was, of course, not the Su Yao of the present.

It was that Su Yao who might be from the future.

"It’s me, Your Majesty."

"You once said that you like the snow falling heavily, it’s just a pity that since we began to conquer various realms, it’s been a long time since we’ve touched it."

"I am not him." Liang Hui felt the chill of the snowflakes falling on him, his demeanor calm.

"Past, present, future—why must they be so distinctly separated?" Su Yao took a step forward, her allure enthralling all beings, walking towards the young man.

"I stand in the present, the past is set, the future is full of changes." Liang Hui replied coldly, directly gazing at the woman approaching.

Su Yao stopped her steps, the allure on her dissipating, and her words turned serious.

"Your existence is tied to a predetermined past, my true self is halted in the present."