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Chapter 308 - 62 Kung Xuan, Fallen!! (End of Volume Two)

Chapter 308: Chapter 62 Kung Xuan, Fallen!! (End of Volume Two)

A golden chariot, imbued with endless majesty and blazing heat, patrolled the underworld like the sun itself.

Wherever it went, clusters of demons were executed, and spirits bowed their heads in submission.

All schemes and calculations were incinerated into ash in an instant.

The chariot sped forward.

Liang Hui sat cross-legged atop the chariot, his gaze profound, recalling the various pieces of information he had gathered during this time.

His expression gradually became serious, and he spoke:

"Kung Xuan!"

"Kung Xuan!!"

"Kung Xuan!!!"

Three consecutive calls.

Surrounding remained calm as before.

’Have I gained the upper hand?’ Liang Hui speculated in his heart.

He wasn’t surprised by such an outcome.

The fact that he wasn’t squashed immediately upon his arrival in Huaiyuan Town meant that, at the very least, he and his adversary were equally matched in the future.

However, if the enemy was that peacock, the most challenging part was never Kung Xuan himself.

It was the force he represented behind the scenes.

Even with Liang Hui’s disposition, he found it very troublesome.

But all of this was just speculation and couldn’t be completely certain.

Suddenly, the wind ceased, the clouds stopped, and time and space froze.

A whisper echoed from within the young man’s heart.

"You.. are... calling... Kung Xuan?"

The intermittent voice, hazy and dreamlike, seemed as if it might disappear at any moment.

Liang Hui’s entire body became rigid.

Fortunately, in an instant, Liang Hui detected a hint of familiarity within the whisper.

It was as if he were the one speaking.

Before he had time to think any more about it, a vastly magnificent scene unfolded in his mind.

In the Vast Boundary Sea, an indistinct figure stood with their back to the common folk, with a battle in front of them that shook the eons, filled with charges, roars, and bellows.

But all of that was blocked by the silhouette that spanned across the Boundary Sea.

A piece of sky-blue sleeve drifted through the illusion, gently wafting.

With every fluctuation, giant waves were stirred in the Boundary Sea, striking in all directions, prompting the worlds of eternal sands to roll and tumble.

Behind that great existence lay a peacock, defeated, massive beyond measure, slowly bobbing with the tides.

The peacock’s five-colored feathers faintly twinkled, each flicker suggesting the birth and destruction of infinite universes within, endlessly cycling, with countless dimensions swirling and coiling within.

"Kung Xuan is dead!"

The thought emerged in his heart the moment he saw the peacock.

It was as if death had been defined upon the peacock.

So that every creature that saw the peacock would think so.

"What do you want me to do?" Liang Hui’s expression was solemn as his thoughts flashed by.

He knew that the existence could surely hear his question.

For a while, there was only silence.

For a long time! For a long time!

It was again the intermittent voice that eventually drifted into his heart.

"Nothing... is needed... I alone... am sufficient to face... all enemies."

Liang Hui’s brow furrowed tightly; if so, his coming into this world seemed meaningless.

"An accident... me... you."

It seemed as though the voice, aware of Liang Hui’s thoughts, wished to convey more information but could only share very little.

As time passed, no further voices came.

Liang Hui’s turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

No matter what, enhancing his strength at the fastest speed was always the right move.

The chariot continued its course, heading towards its goal in the underworld.

Time passed, indiscernible, until the chariot stopped, floating in mid-air.

Liang Hui slowly stood up, one hand on the railing, his eyes casting downward.

It was a region shrouded in dark grey mist, quiet and desolate.

According to the information from the Heavenly Fox Emperor’s memories, this was the place where King Yama fell.

The Six Saints fought Yin Yue together; King Yama was the first to be defeated and severely wounded and fled the battlefield back to the underworld.

And then, he was executed right here by the Heavenly Fox Emperor.

Thud! Thud!

The young man stepped down, arriving on the ground.

The surrounding gray mist, as if it had its own consciousness, automatically receded.

Liang Hui’s hand reached out.

In a blink, all the dark gray mist began to converge towards him.

In just a few breaths, the fog that enshrouded a million miles had dissipated into nothing.

Gathered in the young man’s palm, it became a palm-sized, dark golden liquid.

"A drop of blood, I actually felt a breath different from this world."

Liang Hui’s eyes shone with divine light, his expression filled with surprise.

The breath flowing in the blood was very mixed, and those unfamiliar breaths were extremely hidden, but they did exist.

’Interesting, it seems there’s an unexpected gain.’

He had originally just wanted to add an object to enter into dreams.

Now it seemed he had an unexpected gain.

His figure flashed and the next moment, he appeared inside a chariot.

With the dark golden blood in hand, he whispered:

"Enter dream!"

In an instant, his viewpoint began shifting – withered vines, black trees, mountains...

All sorts of sceneries flashed by his eyes, and ultimately, the scene settled on a massive grinding wheel.

The wheel was huge, connecting the Vault of Heaven and piercing the earth, standing between heaven and earth, exuding a faint gray fog.

Mysterious and gloomy.

Under the wheel, souls covered the land, arranged into dozens of long dragons, moving towards the wheel.

Liang Hui’s gaze did not linger on the souls for a moment.

Instead, he looked immediately at the wheel and the figure seated upon it.

"This is the Reincarnation Disk of the underworld, able to guide the souls of all beings and grant absolution to ghosts and gods."

"It’s a pity that upon the arrival of the Heavenly Demon Realm, it was destroyed by the joint efforts of two Demon Emperors."

Liang Hui felt regret in his heart, for he had never dabbled in the ways of reincarnation.

As for the Reincarnation Disk, a treasure born from the world, he was naturally curious.

A thought crossed his mind.

He had already materialized and stepped onto the Reincarnation Disk.

He ignored King Yama, who tensed up at his arrival.

His hand reached out, touching the wheel, feeling the coolness and roughness transmitted to his palm.

And that faintly profound Dao rhyme.

After a brief touch, he ceased any deeper probing.

He retracted his hand and looked at King Yama, who had stood up.

"Quite interesting."

"Who are you, sir?"

King Yama’s body was shrouded in mist, with only a pair of dark golden eyes visible.

"Splitting the soul, transforming into thousands, and entering reincarnation."

"A good idea."

Liang Hui gently caressed his palm, voicing his admiration.

With the assistance of the Reincarnation Disk, accomplishing such a feat was impressive.

He seemed to also understand why he felt a breath different from this world in the residual blood of the other party.

King Yama’s pupils contracted slightly, but before he could respond,

A fair hand had already breached the space, shattered the fog, and pressed upon his skull.

"Come, let me see the harvest of your long labors."

Liang Hui carefully savored King Yama’s past, and his speculation was confirmed.

King Yama cultivated the Reincarnation Path Enlightenment, and with the aid of the Reincarnation Disk, he had undergone countless reincarnations within the Guangxi Realm.

But the mysteries of reincarnation were not something King Yama could control, and accidents were bound to happen over such a long period.

Such as a fragment of the soul being reborn in another world.

Memories of some strange worlds began to pour into the youth’s heart through King Yama’s recollections.

As time passed, the youth’s eyes grew brighter.

’It seems he has discovered an extremely interesting world.’

Crack! Crack!

Cracks appeared one after another in the surrounding scene.

Liang Hui returned from the dream to reality.

Hu~

He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Liang Hui took one last look at the underworld and returned to the Divine Capital with his chariot.

Once back in the Divine Capital, he immediately announced he was going into seclusion.