I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 292 - 47: Celestial Court, Underworld, Hou Court

Chapter 292: Chapter 47: Celestial Court, Underworld, Hou Court

The banner as tall as the heavens still cleaved towards the magnificent palace below.

The crowd standing on the earth below, each with a pale face, dissipated the Seal Gesture in their hands, no longer channeling Spiritual Power towards the Vault of Heaven.

"Your Majesty, Nine Stars Palace wishes to surrender,"

"It was the coercion of the nine elders that forced us into this."

"We can be of use, willing to serve as the vanguard, to conquer the many forces."

...

Wails of grief, pleas for mercy, and curses—all were silenced as the banner sliced down.

Then, deafening roars echoed through a thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Billowing dust rose from the ground.

At the same time, streams of Remnant Souls and Blood Qi rose from the dust, merging into the cyan banner.

The banner became even more mystical, its patterns shining brilliantly.

Chen Xian looked on in horror at the scene before her, over a hundred thousand cultivators had just perished.

Those were all practitioners of the Way, slaughtered as easily as pigs by the person before her.

Liang Hui rested the banner on his knees, absorbing Qi-Blood and purifying it of impurities.

The war chariot sped forward, never pausing for a moment.

Chen Xian had decided to stay, either because her elder was trapped or because she wanted to witness the path Liang Hui was taking.

Time flew by, and two days passed.

Killing!

Killing!!

Still, Killing!!!

Battle connected the heavens and the earth with blood.

Everywhere the eye could see was boundless bloodshed.

In just two days, the Daoist nun followed the young man, traversing nine million miles of landscape, subsuming all the forces within sight.

Her entire life’s experience paled in comparison to the brilliance she had seen and touched in these two days.

"Your Way is wavering," Liang Hui said as he set down the Jade Slip, looking at the Daoist nun opposite him.

Chen Xian opened her mouth but could not utter a single sound.

"Killing, subsuming, expansion—this path is too ruthless. Apart from me, anyone who tries it dies," Liang Hui said, his voice carrying a trace of gentleness.

"Thank you," Chen Xian replied softly.

She stood up, moved to the railing of the chariot, and looked down at the cheering populace.

Looking back, she saw peace and prosperity, with all beings living in comfort.

"I hope you can reach the end one day."

Chen Xian blessed him sincerely,

Then she changed the subject.

"Be careful with Shangqing Sect. Your methods are far more explosive and decisive than anticipated, and you’ve also detained Elder Mao,"

"The Sect Leader might change his decision."

"Moreover, our sect has always been in contact with several Supreme Immortals,"

"Supreme Immortals?"

Liang Hui nodded. The so-called Supreme Immortals were Celestial Court members who survived by luck after the Celestial Court’s downfall.

For him, already possessing a third of his true form’s strength, they were not a concern.

Afterward, the Daoist nun shared various secrets she knew and the Shangqing Sect’s speculations about the fall of the Blood Star Pendant, without any reservation, with the young man.

When their conversation was done, Chen Xian stepped one foot out of the war chariot and turned back to look at the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Her pretty face was earnest.

"My name is Chen Xian, a disciple of Shangqing Sect, waiting on Shangyang Mountain for the friend to arrive."

"I am not anyone else; I am just me—Chen Xian."

Liang Hui’s eyes carried a trace of distraction as if he had returned to those days when he was fleeing in Jingzhou.

’I am waiting for you at Yuan Yang Sect.’

He stood up and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his clothes.

"My name is Liang Hui, daoist name Qingcang; you may call me Divine Emperor Your Majesty,"

"Goodbye!"

"Farewell!"

Without hesitation, Chen Xian leaped down, transforming into a streak of light that disappeared into the horizon.

Even upon leaving, she did not ask again for the Sect elders who were pulling the chariot.

Liang Hui watched the direction of the woman’s departure, took slow steps forward, his hands steadying himself on the railing of the chariot.

His eyes flickered uncertainly, he sighed softly,

"Practitioner of the Way, sitting high amidst the clouds, watching the world’s flowers fall, the human world’s vicissitudes change, wouldn’t that be better?"

"Why bother with so many concerns of the human world?"

At this moment, the elder driving the war chariot gazed at his teacher’s figure, his eyes filled with contemplation.

...

Marquis Wanlian’s Court.

Guangxi Realm, the overlord of the southwestern part of the human world.

Marquis Wanlian had been ennobled as a marquis when the Dawning Dynasty was founded, with an everlasting line that would never change.

This generation’s Marquis Wanlian had taken advantage of the Celestial Court’s fall to snatch a portion of its relics.

In these four years, his power had grown even more formidable.

In the dark black pavilion, several figures sat in a row.

The one seated in the principal seat was a young man in black armor, with a languid demeanor, ordinary in appearance yet with an incomparable authority.

On both sides, three figures sat upright.

There was an old man holding a horsetail whisk, clothed in feathered robes; a robust figure shrouded in black mist; and a Blue Armored War General radiating celestial light.

"Underworld ghosts, you dare to intrude into the human world, are you not afraid of the aftermath of being cleansed?" The Blue Armored War General rebuked angrily, his iron armor clanking.

"With the Three Realms in such chaos, and the underworld overrun with ghosts, it’s necessary for us to come out," a hoarse voice emerged from the black mist.

"Moreover, Immortal General sir, you too have left the Celestial Court and descended into the human world."

At that moment, the Blue Armored War General had a cold expression, his eyes emitting a murderous intent.

The fall of the Celestial Court was known to all beings, and the ghost before him was undoubtedly mocking him.

"I hope King Yama will accept your explanation upon his return," he said.

"Let’s not trouble the Immortal General any further," replied the voice from the black mist.

"Enough, you two, stop quarreling. We have gathered here to deal with the rapidly rising Divine Dynasty, or rather, Qingcang," the old man in feathered robes intervened, stopping the argument between the two.

Then he turned his gaze toward the languid young man.

"What do you think, Marquis?"

"The Sect Leader of the Shangqing Sect is right. The demon Qingcang has already occupied thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and is now advancing towards the Marquis’s Court," the young man opined.

"His intentions are obvious."

The languor on Marquis Wanlian’s face slightly faded as he caressed the armrest with his palm.

His words were spoken with a sense of gravity.

"To annex the Marquis’s Court, and even the entire southwestern region of the human world."

"Those who fail to recognize the mandate of heaven, their efforts are nothing but flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water," the old man said with a slight hint of sarcasm in his eyes, lightly fluttering his horsetail whisk.

Ancestor Qian, the founder of the human dynasties, was not dead.

For you to come out now and fight for territory, aren’t you afraid of being crushed by Ancestor Qian upon his return?

He had originally wanted to support Qingcang a bit, to ease the suffering of the common people, but unexpectedly, not only did they detain the envoy he had sent,

but within two days, they expanded the Divine Dynasty tenfold.

"Qingcang, a rebellious sort, deserves to be executed!" the ghost’s body, shrouded in black mist, roiled, his voice hoarse as if suppressing something.

The Blue Armored Battle Immortal, sitting to one side, looked at the young man in the principal seat.

"You once saved me in the relics, and I promised to lend a hand once. Is this that time?"

Marquis Wanlian’s eyes held a trace of hesitation, owing a debt of gratitude to an Immortal General was exceedingly rare.

"Marquis, Qingcang was able to rise so quickly within less than half a month, seizing such vast territories. His strength and resolve must be incredibly formidable," the ghost advised, and even though it was enshrouded in black mist, its chilling murderous aura was undeniable.

Marquis Wanlian gazed deeply at the ghost, his fingertips slightly curved, tapping the armrest.

After a moment, he looked up, staring straight at the Blue Armored Battle Immortal:

"This time, I must trouble the esteemed Immortal General to take action. Afterwards, the Marquis’s Court will surely offer rare and valuable treasures in gratitude."

"Forget about rare and valuable treasures, after this action, we will be even," replied the Immortal General.

"Agreed."