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Chapter 291 - 46 Liang Hui: You remind me of someone I used to know.

Chapter 291: Chapter 46 Liang Hui: You remind me of someone I used to know.

The war chariot rushed forward, golden radiance bursting from its body, resembling a great sun patrolling the human world.

Wherever it passed, the common folk celebrated, while practitioners restrained themselves.

Yi Wuyun drove the chariot onward, his body still short and frail, but his eyes shone with astounding brilliance.

For the past five days, every minute, every second, he had witnessed splendor unlike anything he had seen before.

His small stature stood upright, his palms firmly gripping the reins.

At the same time, he listened to the chanting of Scriptures coming from behind.

"As for the practitioner of the Way: there is clarity and there is turbidity, there is movement and there is stillness, the heavens are clear, the earth is turbid. Male is clear, female is turbid, male is active, female is still. From the origin flows the end, giving birth to all things..."

Every word, to the elder, was like the ringing of a grand bell, entering his heart; each word held profound meanings, expounding on the great Dao.

Time ticked away, and the recitation of the Scriptures slowly faded.

The elder looked back at his teacher and the Green Banner standing beside him, then once again turned his gaze forward.

That Green Banner was a recently forged artifact by the teacher, exceptionally fierce and terrifying.

Suddenly, the elder’s brows furrowed slightly as two figures appeared in front of the chariot.

But neither Jin Niu nor the elder stopped or changed direction.

"Your Majesty Qingcang, Chen Xian comes on behalf of the sect to discuss some matters," said the woman dressed in dark cyan Taoist Robe, her body slightly bent, her expression sincere, with a donkey chewing on a carrot beside her.

The chariot moved forward, its sides filled with various scratches, chopped by axes, sliced by swords, marked by Fist Seals... each trace representing a battle.

Among these marks, even the daoist nun was very familiar with some; they were the inherited spiritual techniques of known sects and noble families.

At the same time, a murderous aura spread from the chariot, pressing down on the woman.

It seemed that in the next moment, she would be crushed.

Chen Xian’s slightly bent waist straightened instead as she looked at the chariot.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate the golden radiance, seeing the figure seated inside.

There was no response, the chariot continued forward.

In the instant before it would have made contact with the woman, a streak of light flashed, enveloping the woman and the donkey, and they vanished.

On the chariot, the daoist nun and the donkey, having come to their senses, looked forward.

Boom!

A great sun filled their eyes, and they sensed infinite Qi-Blood, compressed within a seven-foot body.

Just a few days had passed, how had he become so strong? How could he be so strong?

At this moment, Liang Hui shifted his gaze from the Scriptures and looked ahead.

The daoist stood dumbfounded in place, her eyes filled with confusion, and the donkey’s mouth hung open so wide that the chewed carrot fell onto the chariot.

"A demon?"

In the indifferent voice, the donkey detected an unmistakable disdain.

"Armor-clad, fur-wearing creatures like you desecrate the chariot."

An arm reached out, crossing space in an instant, and pressed onto the donkey’s head.

Runes spread from the palm over the donkey’s body, and the donkey’s lively eyes became dull.

Only then did Liang Hui retract his hand and resumed flipping through the Scriptures.

The donkey leaped out and joined Jin Niu beside the chariot, pulling it forward.

It was only at this point that Chen Xian came back to her senses.

What just happened occurred too swiftly.

In just a few breaths, Elder Mao, a senior member of the sect, had been controlled to pull the chariot.

To calm the surging emotions in her heart, the daoist nun became serious.

"Your Majesty, we bear no ill will."

"I know, otherwise you wouldn’t have the chance to face me directly," Liang Hui said, looking at the Scriptures in his hand, his other hand caressing the green-gold flagpole.

Feeling its coldness.

"So speak. What is it?"

"Your Majesty, the Divine Dynasty already reigns over hundreds of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The expansion has been too rapid, too absolute. It cannot go on. You now need to maintain stability, eliminate hidden threats, and cultivate for a while before continuing your campaigns."

The Daoist nun sat opposite the young man, her expression solemn.

She had seen the common people under the rule of the Divine Dynasty; not to mention the current chaos among the great powers, even when the Great Qian Dynasty still existed, the lives of the common people were far better than in the past.

But all of this was the result of extreme high pressure.

She could not imagine what kind of brutal retaliation countless commoners would face should the man before her even slightly stand against the enemy.

The death of all living beings across a million miles of mountains and rivers was not impossible.

Upon hearing her words, Liang Hui put down the Scriptures in his hand, his eyes deep, watching the woman sitting in front of him.

He had ’seen’ what the woman was thinking in her heart.

"This should not be the message that the Shangqing Sect wants to convey but rather something you wish to persuade me with," he said.

The woman nodded, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes as she glanced at the donkey pulling the cart and spoke,

"The matters conveyed by the sect are delivered by the Elders."

"Then there’s no need to say it," Liang Hui chuckled softly.

The Shangqing Sect, a sect with a hundred-thousand-year legacy, posed a bit of danger to him at this moment, but that was all.

Whether spoken or unspoken, with malice or good intentions, it was irrelevant.

The reason for allowing this negotiation was merely because of the woman before him.

Chen Xian’s body stiffened, her eyes filled with surprise.

"The Shangqing Sect comes with good intentions, we..."

"You resemble an old acquaintance of mine," Liang Hui interrupted her, retracting his hand from the banner pole.

"Just like her, you tirelessly strive for the sake of the common people, just as naive."

It was precisely because he had ’entered her dream’ and understood the Daoist nun that he felt such a lament.

Not a trace of likeness in appearance, but her actions and manner carried the shadow of the person he once knew.

Standing tall, Liang Hui’s expression grew serious,

"I will not be defeated, I will keep winning."

"You’re up against the entire human world, I don’t believe you will keep winning," Chen Xian articulated each word, no longer concerned about her own safety.

If the man before her continued to win, the common people would suffer even more intense cruelty in the event of his defeat.

Liang Hui’s mouth curled into a slight smile, and with a gesture of his hand, the green banner beside him rapidly shrank to the size of his palm and he gripped it in his hand.

"Time will prove everything."

Chen Xian stood up, taking a step as if to leave, but seemed to remember something.

"Could you release Elder Mao?"

Liang Hui toyed with the banner, shaking his head.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the chariot grew oppressive.

Between heaven and earth, only the roar of the chariot passing could be heard, nothing else.

How much time had passed was unknown.

A curse broke through the mountains, shattering the silence within the chariot.

"Qingcang demon, my Nine Stars Palace has a ten-thousand-year inheritance, how can it be swallowed by the Divine Dynasty."

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and nine stars emerged above the Vault of Heaven.

Within each star, there stood an imposing figure, eyes cast down, overlooking the chariot.

The main star shone brightly, accompanied by a roar. Its brilliance was radiant, instantly dominating the heavens and the earth, pressing down on the chariot.

At the same time, the nine stars traced mysterious trajectories as they moved to suppress from above.

Liang Hui looked up, facing the apocalyptic scene with an indifferent expression.

His hand gripped the banner pole, slowly cleaving downward.

A green banner appeared above the chariot, the banner fluttering in the wind, the sound of conquest heard with every billow.

After that, it rose against the wind, quickly reaching the same height as the heavens.

The banner pole, like a pillar supporting heaven and earth, followed the young man’s hand gesturing, and a fierce chop ensued.

Almost instantly, the starlight dispersed, the nine great stars shattered.

Blood mixed with fragments of Spiritual Artifacts fell to the earth.