I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 300 - 55 Martial Saint! Martial Saint!

Chapter 300: Chapter 55 Martial Saint! Martial Saint!

Liang Hui, hidden within the Human Emperor Banner, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze spanned worlds, seeing the still desperately persisting four existences.

Roar!

The Azure Dragon wailed longly, wave after wave of beast shadows emerged, launching an assault forward.

In front, two Demon Emperors acted together, destroying the beasts and began close-quarters fighting.

The human world.

Within the Divine Capital, nine bells rang out.

The order to attack the underworld was issued at the fastest speed.

Sacrifice everything, at full strength, to annihilate the underworld as fast as possible.

Those who retreat instead of advancing, kill!

The weak and incompetent, kill!

Under the cold and grim command, figures from all over the human world soared into the sky, marching toward the Earth Abyss.

Like clouds, the strong and the skilled entered the Earth Abyss and invaded the underworld.

Engaging in fierce combat with demons and ghosts.

In secret within the human world.

Under the direction of Liang Hui, many loyal followers obeyed orders and arranged, striving to create a mysterious altar.

The altar was constructed at a great speed, with one secret treasure after another being placed upon it.

In less than two hours, the altar was already halfway complete.

...

The original world, the Divine Court.

Within a remote palace.

A figure clad in blue sat cross-legged on a mat, a golden lance stood on the side of the palace, and the Red Cloud Dao Sword lay across the knees.

With each inhale and exhale, the body would tremble slightly.

Each tremble would shatter the surrounding space into dust, which then recovered at an incredibly fast pace.

Suddenly, Liang Hui opened his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky, faintly revealing the collapse and creation of worlds within them.

The youth lowered his gaze, feeling the information coming from the Guangxi Realm.

"Decapitate me? I very much look forward to our meeting."

Afterward, he sunk his consciousness into his body.

The divine veins that should exist in another dimension, ninety-nine percent of them had been pulled by Liang Hui into reality, spreading throughout his body.

Only the divine vein within his abdomen lacked the final strand.

His eyes slowly closed.

Nearly a decade of cultivation flowed in his heart.

External Refining threefold, Internal Refining of the three elements, changing blood, Qi-Meridians, Divine Veins....

The bewilderment when he first arrived at this realm, the desperation and madness of a shameful escape, the sorrow of the death of loved ones, the satisfaction of revenge, five years of slaughter while cultivating....

After ten years on thin ice, he had finally cultivated the Martial Path to the extreme limits.

By completely pulling the divine veins into his body, he could step through the gate of Martial Saint.

"Breakthrough!"

With a thought, the final illusion was also pulled into reality.

Boom!

Almost in the instant that the divine vein entered his body, a tremendous sound of thunder resonated by Liang Hui’s ear, as if it was the first peal of thunder at the birth of the world.

Pain!

An indescribable agony swept through his body in an instant, with every muscle, bone, and even cells within screaming with pain.

True Qi, Qi-Blood, Spirit, the three treasures of the human body, were combining and transforming at an incredibly fast rate.

This process was much too violent!

A transformation so intense that all the muscles and bones in the body were breaking apart and being reborn, producing bursts of crashing sounds.

One minute!

Ten minutes!

Forty-nine minutes!

For exactly forty-nine minutes, the pain that penetrated the marrow dissipated, replaced by an indescribable comfort and warmth.

He felt as though he ’saw’ a door that was crystal clear.

"Martial Saint!"

With a stroke of enlightenment, Liang Hui stepped forward with his will carrying the Taoism he had cultivated, suddenly striking open the door and standing amid a vast expanse of Taoism Principles, reaching the high heavens above and penetrating mountains and rivers below.

It felt like becoming one with heaven and man, yet it was far more detached and complete than that.

This feeling was ineffably mysterious; the doubts that were once incomprehensible, the obscure Scriptures that couldn’t be understood, all became crystal clear.

Forward!

Forward!

The instinct of his body urged him to take another step.

Without hesitation, Liang Hui, bearing his own Dao, took another step forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Liang Hui took nine steps forward in total, color, scent, taste, sound, and touch, all six senses and five aggregates were extinguished.

Everything around him was blurring, fading away; the only thing he could feel was that wisp of crimson-gold firelight.

And the grey mist.

The wisp of grey mist was dreamlike and illusory, containing the flowing time within it, the past, present, and future constantly transitioning.

’This is Divine Skills entering dreams!’

In a flash of realization in his heart, the grey mist disappeared, the lost senses returned, and Liang Hui once again felt the palace, the Divine Court, and the world.

"This is what it means to be a Martial Saint!"

The young man’s palm stretched out, feeling the immense power within that could shatter worlds, the vast Qi-Blood like an ocean.

With a single thought.

The robust Qi-Blood vanished, transforming into an extremely pure True Qi that explosively surged, a single strand overflowing was enough to devastate the Divine Court.

In the next instant, the True Qi had already dissipated; the surging Spirit flooded his mind, the golden Primordial Spirit figurine at that moment, as if tangible.

Resting on his knees, the Red Cloud Dao Sword trembled slightly, emitting a pleasant sound of sword cries.

Liang Hui retracted his palm and gently stroked the sword’s body.

"Among the three worlds, throughout ancient and modern times, my swordsmanship too is unmatched."

Qi-Blood, True Qi, Spirit, with the entry into the domain of Martial Saint, increased exponentially and could also be converted into one another.

This was the realm of Martial Saint that Liang Hui had created.

The young man slowly stood up, waving his hand, the Immortal War Spear arrived in his grasp.

Clang!

The Red Cloud Dao Sword returned to its sheath, slung on his waist.

Liang Hui’s mouth spread into a grin, his eyes filled with fiery combativeness.

"All the troubles, after today, will be no more."

Time ticked away, second by second, and Liang Hui stood there, waiting for the impending moment.

Suddenly, a touch of a smile flashed in the young man’s eyes.

It is time!

The next moment, the figure had already vanished from the spot.

...

It’s done!

The moment the altar was completed, an ethereal figure chuckled softly.

This chuckle, starting low, escalating high, resonated throughout the entire Divine Capital.

Countless followers, not knowing what to do, looked at the laughing Human Emperor.

Suddenly, a profound radiance flickered over the altar.

Crack! Crack!

The altar shattered; before the people could react.

They saw a figure in a blue robe, carrying a Golden War Lance on their back, with aDao Sword slung at their waist, appearing before the broken altar.

That was a young man who bore a resemblance to His Majesty the Human Emperor, but with a different aura.

No explosiveness, slaughter, or coldness, but instead, he was imbued with gentleness and reliability.

As if, with this man standing before them, all hardships and all enemies would become things of the past.

Liang Hui reached out his hand and dispelled the illusory figure.

He turned around!

And looked towards the followers in this realm.

These were people who recognized his ideals and were willing to give their lives for him.

The young man’s gaze was gentle, filled with appreciation.

"From now on, leave it to me."

"The human world, the underworld, everything will return to its rightful track."

Without waiting for the crowd to respond, Liang Hui’s figure had already disappeared from view.

Outside the world.

Two figures were attacking a damaged Green Banner.

The flagpole made of aqua-gold was full of cracks, with a chunk missing from the end, and even the banner itself had lost a large part.

Yin Yue was about to act, to completely destroy the Green Banner.

But she stopped in her tracks, her gently contoured face suddenly tensing up.

The Heavenly Fox Demon Emperor, standing nearby, also halted her attacks, exhaling softly:

"One step short."