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Chapter 288 - 43 With the Sword of Darkness, I Cut Out a Glorious Era

Chapter 288: Chapter 43 With the Sword of Darkness, I Cut Out a Glorious Era

Ignoring the pieces of flesh on the ground, they all knelt down, indicating their willingness to follow Liang Hui in establishing a new dynasty.

Those who had made it this far were no fools and clearly saw their predicament.

If they didn’t agree today, they probably wouldn’t be able to leave the City Lord’s Mansion alive.

Liang Hui listened quietly to the expressions of loyalty from the crowd.

With a wave of his hand, streaks of rosy light emerged from the corpses and merged into the bodies of the remaining people.

At this moment, no one dared to resist, silently enduring the influx of rosy light.

"A form of restrictive measure, obey me, and you may live," he said.

The young man turned and walked back to the high platform, sitting down again in the main seat, watching the people who were kneeling on the ground.

He didn’t ask them to stand up but instead spoke directly,

"The dynasty is founded, its name shall be Divine, thus it will be known as the Divine Dynasty."

"Bring all the Scriptures and cultivation texts within Wuzai City to this place."

Pausing, Liang Hui’s gaze drifted toward the distance, as if his eyes could traverse the city walls and see the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains beyond.

"Open the granaries, distribute grain to relieve the people far and wide, practitioners to pray for rain to rid this land of drought."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

One after another, they responded loudly, their heads knocking against the ground.

Liang Hui’s gaze became more focused, he waved his hand, signifying that the people could leave.

At this moment, they all complied, bending at the waist as they backed away.

What the forces within Wuzai City truly thought, Liang Hui was unclear and didn’t care, as long as they did their jobs.

To unite the human world in an extremely short time, once again,

by grandiose righteousness and gentle means, was utterly impossible.

He would not, nor was he willing, to waste too much time.

The primary purpose of his visit was to hammer to death two Demon Emperors, other matters, such as:

conquering the Three Realms and collecting Scriptures, must come afterward.

Amidst these thoughts, everyone had already left, and only Liang Hui remained in the main hall.

The young man took a Scripture from his bosom and slowly began to flip through it.

The yellowed cover faintly revealed the words "Burnished Sun," an ancient tome on the path of Pure Yang.

The ideologies and perspectives of cultivation within were quite intriguing, compelling him to read through it several times.

As time passed, the lights in the main hall persisted, with only the ’rustling’ sound of pages turning.

The next day, early morning.

The common people of Wuzai City left their houses and immediately felt that the atmosphere on the streets was amiss, as men dressed in gang attire pushed carts of grain towards the outskirts of the city.

At the same time, the soldiers who used to be near the City Lord’s Mansion had also disappeared.

"Master, they are donating grain. It seems the gangs in this city still have some conscience," said a young man in a Taoist robe, standing at the city gate watching the grain carts go out, admiringly.

In front of the young man stood a woman in a green Taoist robe, with a figure that curved in all the right places, something the ample robe could not completely conceal.

Before the woman could speak, the sound of horse hooves came from the city gate.

"Make way, step back,"

Along with the shouts, several burly horse riders came from inside the city and stopped near the city walls.

Each of them had made simple disguises, obviously not wanting to be recognized.

The burly men on the horses waved their hands, and a scroll of silk was directly posted onto the city wall.

"The Divine Dynasty is established, public announcement!"

With a loud shout, the men didn’t look back and returned to the city.

The Green-Robed Taoist Nun, watching the gathering commoners by the city wall, had a puzzled look in her eyes.

The Divine Dynasty? When was it established, and how did she not know?

Her eyes narrowed as the content on the notice came into view.

In that moment, even with the Taoist nun’s wide range of knowledge, her face twitched slightly.

To act in such a way over a single city and a thousand miles of land, who could it be?

As for the backing of a major power, she deemed it utterly impossible.

This move was too risky, too extreme; neither the Taoist Sect nor the Buddhist Sect would do such a thing.

And as for the Demonic Path, they would rather see the world remain in constant chaos.

Various thoughts flashed through the Taoist nun’s mind, but in the end, she took one long, deep look at Wuzai City.

She turned and left!

He walked in the opposite direction.

After all, for some time to come, this place would be the center of the storm.

To found a new dynasty, those who ruled over tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains wouldn’t dare to act this way.

"Master, weren’t we supposed to be heading for Tianfang City? Why have we suddenly changed direction?" the youth asked, following closely behind the Taoist nun, a note of confusion in his voice.

The Taoist nun continued walking, not answering.

But the pace of her steps grew slower, and a sharp pain throbbed between her brows.

Fear also began to well up in her heart, as if advancing further would bring her face-to-face with something terrifying.

Suddenly, the Taoist nun halted in her tracks.

A youth in a blue robe and with a tall figure came into view.

He was handsome, with a look in his eyes as if great stars were rising and setting within them, clutching a petite battle chariot and idly toying with it.

In that moment, the Taoist nun’s fear reached its peak.

But those thoughts of fear were quickly severed by her with incredible speed.

The Taoist nun formed an ancient hand seal with her palms and slowly bowed.

"Chen Xian of the Shangqing Sect, greets fellow Daoist."

Liang Hui’s eyes shimmered with flowing light amidst chaos.

He was dreaming!

A good person, and a useful one too.

A moment later, his hand formed the same hand seal.

"Emperor Qingcang of the Divine Dynasty, greets fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist, founding the Divine Dynasty requires the utmost caution; you could still preserve yourself if you disentangle now."

The Taoist nun stood up straight, her expression earnest.

"No regrets in the game of chess; how could I retreat?"

Liang Hui let out a light laugh.

Then, he gestured toward the west.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Xian, you might as well return to the Shangqing Sect for meditation."

Afterward, without waiting for the Taoist nun to respond,

He turned around!

And walked forward.

Chen Xian watched the direction the youth was heading, her eyes filled with contemplation.

’Return to the sect?’

Ever since turmoil had beset the land, more than three years had passed since she left the sect; indeed, it was time for her to visit it again.

Moreover, with the emergence of the so-called Divine Dynasty in Wuzai City, it was appropriate to return and seek the elders’ advice.

On the other side,

Liang Hui cast aside the battle chariot in his hand, which instantly expanded to the size of a house.

The walls of the chariot were engraved with exquisite patterns, and inside were piles of Scriptures, ancient tomes, and Qi-Blood medicines.

Whether the chariot or the Scriptures upon it, all were collected from Wuzai City.

As for why he had come out, it was naturally to reforge heaven and earth.

He was going to show all beings in the human world what it meant to have "prosperity through destiny (thrive in accord, perish in dissent)!"

He leaped onto the battle chariot and headed towards the east.

A streak of light started from Wuzai City, crossing tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers within two days, subduing a vast number of cities.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Those who resisted were killed; those who defied were killed; absolute power sanctioned merciless bloodshed.

All the cities he passed chose to submit and joined the Divine Dynasty.

The scent of blood pervaded all cities within ten thousand miles, yet in the wilderness, outside the cities, in the mountain villages, carts of grain unfurled across the land like lifelines.

Practitioners, under the threat of death, desperately mobilized their Spiritual Power to bring down rain, to break new ground.

Liang Hui stood on the battle chariot; behind him, treasures, Scriptures, and medicinal materials piled up like mountains.

The youth looked ahead at the dim vault of heaven and the mountains hidden beneath the pale yellow haze.

"With the Sword of Darkness, I shall carve out a brilliant golden age; I am on the path."

"The Golden Corpse Sect, we have arrived!"

Liang Hui chuckled softly.