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Chapter 295 - 50: The South Returns to One, Single-Handedly Holding the Formation

Chapter 295: Chapter 50: The South Returns to One, Single-Handedly Holding the Formation

The war chariot advanced, and within sight were nothing but Remnant Souls, resentful ghosts, and a morass of blood and bone.

Deep within Liang Hui’s eyes, a ripple stirred.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a Green Banner beside him already fluttered out, floating behind the war chariot.

The cyan-golden glow, rising slowly like mist, was filled with softness and warmth.

Faint chanting sounds emanated from within the light.

".....Spanning the ten directions of the realm, forever with Divine Power, saving all beings, guiding them from the path of confusion, beings unknowing, clouds of celebration open the gates of life, auspicious smoke seals the doors of death. Saving all sins, delivering from every calamity....."

The ethereal voice spread rapidly in all directions.

Where it passed, the souls of the wronged scattered, blood, flesh, and bone dust turned to ash, and even moisture and mud were swept away, as greenery once again appeared on the land.

This was a process of spiritual cleansing and soothing, rather than absorbing and assimilating.

Even though taking in those Remnant Souls would have made the Green Banner stronger, Liang Hui still chose to refuse.

The Green Banner flapped vigorously, moving with the wind, gradually taking on a hue of divine radiance.

Cleansing as it traveled, advancing every step of the way.

Two days later, Liang Hui arrived at the Marquis’s Court of Ten Thousand Refinements.

Clusters of palaces sat atop mountains and rivers, and the star platforms, as tall as the heavens and earth, continuously drew down starlight upon the land, making the court seem like a fairyland.

But at this moment, the sprawling palace complex seemed extraordinarily desolate, without a hint of life.

The war chariot continued on, passing through palaces one by one, until it came before a dark-colored pavilion.

Liang Hui retracted his gaze from his palm and looked ahead.

He saw a figure, seated deep within the pavilion, gazing at the war chariot from afar.

It was the leader of the Ten Thousand Refinements who had fled previously.

"Your Majesty Qingcang, the Marquis’s Court of Ten Thousand Refinements is willing to submit!" The leader stood up and bowed towards the war chariot.

Liang Hui’s head tilted slightly, his expression indifferent.

Submission now held no value for him.

His hand slowly reached out, growing with the wind, and in an instant, it became as large as mountains and rivers, with a five-colored radiance flowing in his palm.

Suddenly, he grasped at the pavilion.

Crack!

The dark-colored pavilion exploded on the spot, shards of Spirit Wood flying in all directions.

And within Liang Hui’s hand, a figure clad in black armor was added.

From beginning to end, the leader had not resisted, or perhaps he knew that resistance was futile.

Liang Hui’s gaze once again turned to his hand.

An old man and a young man were seated in his palm, struggling and trying to break free, causing his hand to tremble slightly.

Yet they remained suppressed, unable to escape.

The young man’s eyes swirled with light, and as the two men ceaselessly wore away at his will, it grew ever more powerful and resolute.

To suppress two Martial Saint level powers with a body of divine veins, and use them to refine one’s own path - throughout history, very few had dared to do such a thing.

The young man looked back one last time at the endless span of palaces, his lips curling up with a hint of a smile.

"It’s almost over!"

The war chariot thundered forward.

Since the fall of the Marquis’s Court of Ten Thousand Refinements, and the defeat of the Sect Leader and Supreme Immortals of the Shangqing Sect, no force in the southern regions of the human world dared to directly face the approaching war chariot.

Some surrendered and joined the Divine Dynasty, while others fled north with their entire sects.

For a time, there was less conflict, and the expansion of the Divine Dynasty accelerated.

Five days, in just under five days, billions of miles of southern lands were unified under the Divine Dynasty.

An achievement that countless heroes of the human world had failed to accomplish over four years, now became a reality in the hands of one man.

Bewilderment, astonishment, jealousy..... a mix of complex emotions surfaced in the hearts of all living beings.

At this time, even those who doubted the Divine Dynasty couldn’t help but consider the possibility of unification coming to the human world.

Undercurrents surged, and one by one, ancient and formidable forces began to make contact and plan behind the scenes.

In the human world, the Underworld, and even amongst the remaining fallen immortals, all began to emerge from behind the scenes.

And Liang Hui, at the very center of this maelstrom, sat in the war chariot, facing Yi Wuyun.

The young man held a book in one hand, observing it, while his other hand formed strange seals.

"Have you decided which path to take?"

Yi Wuyun’s expression was solemn. In the past half month, he had studied the Scriptures and sought his teacher’s guidance while witnessing many strong fighters in battle, which had resulted in a clear answer in his heart.

"Teacher, I want to follow the path of thunder."

"Thunder, with its supreme and yang nature, will surely eliminate all those who commit slaughter and tyranny."

"I also have some insights into thunder."

Liang Hui nodded, his gaze calm, masking his inner thoughts.

The strange hand seal in his palm dissipated, and as he reached forward, a book made from an unknown beast’s hide and an ancient ring appeared in his hand.

"’Heaven-Holding Thunder Fist,’ I have practiced it before as well. For now, it will be sufficient for you."

"Here is also a storage ring, containing the appropriate resources."

The ’Heaven-Holding Thunder Fist’ Liang Hui handed over was, of course, not the original obtained from the Thunderfire Secret Realm but a modified and perfected Foundation Establishment Fist Technique.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Yi Wuyun bowed deeply, only then reaching out to accept the secret tome and the ring.

Liang Hui withdrew his hand, his gaze detached as he looked beyond the elder, toward the front.

"In the coming years, before you ever hear my name again, do not engage with Spiritual Energy."

"Our fate together ends here. From now on, I must walk the path alone."

Yi Wuyun’s expression carried a sense of reluctance as he bowed deeply once more.

"Teacher, the road ahead is treacherous, please be careful."

As the words fell, he stood up, and under Liang Hui’s control, he descended onto the ground.

Inside the carriage, now only the young man remained.

Looking up at the sky, the corners of his mouth spread into a smile.

"Come, let me see what kind of resistance you kindling can muster."

Pulled by Jin Niu and the donkey, the carriage disappeared into the horizon.

...

Three days later, at the boundary between the northern and southern regions of the human world, beside the Earth Abyss.

A grand city was being constructed, with various treasures and strange stones piling up around the city.

Numerous Practitioners were connecting heaven and earth, etching intricate and dense patterns.

Indistinctly, one could see beings of ghosts and gods interspersed within the walls, setting up various schemes.

The true purpose of this city was clearly evident.

Suddenly, all those involved in building the city, both people and ghosts, stopped their actions.

They looked toward the other side of the Earth Abyss with shocked expressions.

A carriage was slowly approaching, accompanied by the pleasant sound of chimes. The carriage was ancient and covered in marks from axe and chisel.

The chime was melodious and clear, yet it brought about a bone-chilling coldness to all those involved in the city’s construction, both people and ghosts.

"Qingcang the Great Demon has arrived, everyone activate the grand formation!"

"Activate!"

"Activate!"xn

Among thunderous roars, rays of light began to rise from the city, from the ground, and from beneath the Earth Abyss.

Various patterns interlinked and collided, extremely intricate and dazzling, even beckoning down the Vault of Heaven’s great stars to serve as a defensive measure for the city.

For a moment, the entire Earth Abyss and the north was a sea of brilliant light.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged in the carriage, looking at the dazzling sea of light ahead with a detached and composed demeanor.

"Forward!"

The carriage moved on, disregarding the sea of light and grand formation ahead, entering the Earth Abyss.

All the people and ghosts watched expectantly as the ancient carriage was submerged in the sea of light.

Boom!

Amidst the deafening rumble, everyone became stupefied, their mouths gaping open as they muttered in a groan-like whisper:

"The formation has been pried open."

There, a figure stood atop the carriage, raising one hand, holding up the heavenly radiance.

Enveloped in a five-colored aurora, they extinguished starlight and Moonlight Essence after another.