I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 281 - 36: Five Years of Spring and Autumn, Flickering By

Chapter 281: Chapter 36: Five Years of Spring and Autumn, Flickering By

But now, on this divine path of the celestial beings, someone had told him there was a problem.

True or false?

Liang Hui needed to take a different path, to forge his own divine veins.

However, this required time to seek out a new path.

And if there were indeed problems with the path of the celestial beings, then the implications of that were disconcerting.

Sigh~

A breath of turbid air was exhaled.

Liang Hui straightened his back and walked towards the palace he had come from; he needed to deeply consider which way to go next.

It would be a joke if, in the end, all his efforts served only to benefit others.

Inside the palace, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on a cushion, took out books from his storage space, and started to browse through them.

At the same time, items infused with the aura of dreams kept flying out from the storage space, being arranged throughout the palace.

Outside, the generals of the Divine Court, under Tang Tang’s direction, began regulating the yin and yang of the world and constructing cities.

And the scriptures, Martial Tomes of all forces.

At Liang Hui’s command, were all brought to the Divine Court, serving as resources for his path forging.

As time went by.

Liang Hui immersed himself in countless scriptures, combining the knowledge of three worlds, and discovered a new path.

A path completely different from that of the celestial beings, in fact, diametrically opposed, heading in two opposite directions.

The youth sat on the cushion, his palace filled with golden Blood Qi. If it weren’t for the defensive Array, the entire Divine Court would be submerged.

His hand reached out, a glimmer of gold danced on his fingertips—the purest Blood Qi.

Upon introspecting, dense and numerous divine veins spread throughout every corner of his body, yet seemed as if they existed in another dimension, with torrents of True Qi flowing ceaselessly within them.

If one observed carefully, they would notice that these divine veins, existing in another dimension, were getting closer to breaking through and connecting to the body.

To integrate the divine veins into the body, into the bloodline, to obtain surging Blood Qi, the Martial Dao Fruit.

This was the path Liang Hui contemplated and was prepared to follow after his reflection.

He had already tried it thousands, tens of thousands of times within scenes of dreams, using his own body or others’, and had formulated a plan and hypothesis.

This path was akin to taking a turn on the road of True Qi of the divine veins and stepping onto another grand path.

According to his trials, once successful, it would be no weaker than the realm of celestial beings.

Liang Hui named this newly forged realm after the divine veins as—Martial Saint!

The Saint among those on the Martial Path.

However, it was not until Liang Hui stepped into this realm that the realm of Martial Saint would become truly significant.

"After that matter is taken care of, I shall devote myself to cultivation," he said.

Liang Hui’s gaze was profound as he looked toward the door.

His eyes saw Tang Tang, who was directing the operation of the Divine Court, and also Su Yao, who was preparing to enter the Qi veins.

A smile gradually appeared on the youth’s face.

His body vanished from the spot, and the next moment, he was seated on a chair engraved with the sun, moon, and stars.

Following Liang Hui’s appearance, Tang Tang’s head tilted slightly to look at the youth.

The many powerhouses in the great hall also cast solemn glances his way, waiting for the Divine Emperor to speak.

"The founding of the Divine Court was not smooth-sailing. We faced obstacles and trials, and some outstanding individuals made sacrifices," Liang Hui said, his palm extending lightly tapping the armrest.

The mighty ones at the foot of the stairs were confused, wondering if someone really had sacrificed themselves for the founding of the Divine Court?

Wasn’t it the case that everyone except for those few arrogant fools was alive and well?

But at the moment, no one dared to speak out. The Emperor’s words were absolute, weren’t they?

"Liu Yunhai, a disciple of the Chivalrous Sect, died to save me; his contribution is unparalleled," he announced.

"Song Xi, who intercepted the Red Lotus Holy Mother and fell, his efforts were also immense."

He paused, looked at the reverent powerhouses below, and continued:

"My brother Liang Si also gave his life for the founding of the Divine Court."

These three individuals shall have temples built in their honor throughout the world, with statues for all to worship."

"The same will be done within the Divine Court," Liang Hui decreed.

With a wave of his hand, three streaks of light flew out of the great hall and came to a stop at the center of the Divine Court.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A rumbling sound followed, and three stone statues stood upright in the Divine Court.

Each stone carving was lifelike, as if they were real people.

Liang Hui stood up and walked outside the hall.

Everyone closely followed behind the young man.

In a few breaths, they arrived at the center of the Divine Court.

Liang Hui pressed his palm on Tang Tang’s shoulder,

turned around!

And faced everyone.

"Bow!!!!"

Many strong beings hesitated for a few breaths before one by one bending over to bow.

All the powerful beings attending the meeting in the Divine Court, except for Tang Tang and Liang Hui, bowed down.

As the rolling power of faith submerged the stone carvings, Liang Hui took the opportunity to inject the soul fragments and blood bone into them.

At that moment, a flicker of liveliness passed through the stone carvings’ eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

From then on, three statues began standing in various places across the world, worshipped by countless living beings.

Like the sea, the power of faith surged from all directions.

The three statues standing in the Divine Court became increasingly mystical.

...

Time flowed like a stream, years passed like a shuttle.

Five spring and autumn periods flickered by in the blink of an eye.

The mortal world had completely changed rulers; past events were fading, being forgotten, and also becoming legends.

Leiji City.

Its prosperity surpassed the past by more than tenfold.

The Martial Arts Institute was located at the most central, most bustling part of the city.

In one of its squares, groups of young men and women stood upon the earth, engaged in discussions.

"This martial arts examination, I must give it my all. If I score well, I’ve heard there’s a great opportunity."

"What great opportunity?" a plainly dressed youth with an ordinary face asked the girl next to him.

He scanned everything around him, desperately suppressing the curiosity in his heart.

"Bai Ye, have you forgotten? The top ten from this martial examination can participate in the competition among martial institutes across Leizhou."

"Among them, the ten most outstanding individuals are rumored to be able to join the Divine Court."

The girl in red raised her head to look at the sky, her eyes filled with aspiration.

The Divine Court!

The place that ruled over all things on earth, where the proud children of heaven shone brilliantly, a place all beings yearned for.

There were as many powerful beings as there were clouds, mysterious scriptures, and also rumors that the path after the divine veins had been forged by Divine Emperor Your Majesty.

"The Divine Court?"

Bai Ye’s eyes also held yearning, but deep inside, a thread of unease emerged.

Would that fated Divine Emperor notice something different about him?

He was not a being of this world, having come to this world ruled by the Divine Court after a chase.

He had inherited everything from a corpse and lived another life.

He had also understood that within a mere four years, that person went from being a mortal to a Divine Emperor who oppressed the world.

Fear, shock, confusion—various thoughts had once surfaced in his mind.

In the end, all these thoughts turned into fear; he must not let the Divine Court discover his difference.

Suddenly, noises came from all directions, interrupting Bai Ye’s thoughts.

Before he could react further, all the commotion quickly quieted down, turning into heavy breaths.

Bai Ye looked up to see a young man in black who had appeared on the platform at some unknown time.

The youth carried a long sword at his waist, his presence as deep as the abyss, and had the bearing of a grandmaster.

But his robe was open at the top, revealing half of his chest and carrying a dissolute air.

"It’s Dean Du Shi; the rumors say he crossed swords with His Majesty eight years ago and didn’t die."

"The Dean survived a palm strike from His Majesty. See that palm print on his chest?"

"Primordial Yang Sect Master, Evil Spirit Cult Master, past powerful beings of the same realm probably couldn’t match the Dean."

Above the vault of heaven, two figures looked down at the crowd in the square.