I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 320 - 12 All Ways, Will Enter My Palm

Chapter 320: Chapter 12 All Ways, Will Enter My Palm

Liang Hui looked at the two who had turned to dust, then raised his head to look at the sky.

Sensing the rapidly approaching aura, he did not intercept it but waited for its arrival.

He wanted all remnants of the old era to know, the coming of the new era, unstoppable.

Either join or die!

Thirty seconds!

Sixty seconds!

Ninety seconds!

The sonic boom from the supersonic missiles clearly reached everyone’s ears.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Three pale streaks stretched from the horizon and were upon the Mount Taibai Range in an instant.

Now, even mere mortals could clearly see that each missile had a device resembling a timer attached to it.

Emitting the sound "Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

"Roses or rather (nuclear devices)!"

Liang Hui, with his hands behind his back, continued to quietly watch the Vault of Heaven without any movement.

Meanwhile, the leaders of countries from east and west were staring fixedly at the plummeting roses through a video.

They were humanity’s pride, destructive weapons, the ultimate in technology.

If this still was not enough, then one could only join.

As the three missiles approached, the sun above the long Mount Taibai Range shook lightly.

Centered on the sun, a light red protective shield enveloped the entire Mount Taibai Range.

The moment the shield formed, the three missiles struck it like sharp swords.

Boom! Boom, boom!

Three flames rose and intertwined on the shield, forming blood-colored roses.

The roses towered, shattering the clouds and tearing through the planet’s atmosphere, creating a route that pierced from Earth to the stars.

And the three roses, in the trembling pupils of all onlookers, spread very "slowly" to all directions.

Not sure if it was an illusion.

Everyone in Mount Taibai who witnessed this moment felt as if time had paused briefly.

In an instant, shockwaves mixed with deadly radiation rolled and roared like ocean waves.

Afterward.

Dust rose into the air, obscuring the view.

Until a tall figure emerged from the sun.

"This strike is still acceptable..."

Beneath the dust, in the fluttering Yellow Robe, Taoist extended his palm, red light swirling at his fingertips.

He gently pressed down!

"Pity, it’s still not enough!"

Boom!

A giant palm was formed, descending from the sky, bursting with red light, pressing towards the three roses.

They collided and exploded!

Bang!

The sound wave echoed, reaching all beings’ ears, as if the heavens and the earth were speaking, leaving nowhere untouched.

But the earth-shattering roar was shorter than anyone could have imagined.

Less than a breath’s time.

Within the shield, all beings saw the three blood-colored roses, the endless shockwaves and flames, crumbling and extinguishing instant by instant, disappearing from sight.

Crushed by a single palm strike!

Liang Hui retracted his palm and slowly stepped back into the big sun.

The shield then dispersed, revealing the Mount Taibai Range unchanged.

At this moment, the red sun bore an aura of supremacy and sanctity.

All beings collapsed to the ground, looking up at the sky, recalling everything that had just happened.

...

Clap! Clap! Clap!

All the high-ranking officials around the world watching the video were stunned, frozen in their seats.

Despite being mentally prepared, the reality was so overwhelming that it left everyone unsettled.

This was unlike the Ghost Subduers, who imprison evil ghosts at the cost of their lives.

This was a true path beyond the ordinary.

Apparently, it was more formidable, more unconquerable than technology.

The era dominated by technology had ended.

A new era was about to set sail.

"I must obtain a ticket to the extraordinary."

This thought emerged in the hearts of countless officials.

Suddenly.

All those who had helped with this rose launch heard a faint voice.

It was.

Thud!

The sound of knocking.

One by one, figures exploded, blood mingled with bone, splattering everywhere.

At that moment, power and money could not grant them an extra second of life.

In the Golden Throne Hall, Kyoto, Yu Dynasty.

The Fifth Royal Son was seated on the Dragon Throne, with a massive screen before him.

Half the screen showed the Mount Taibai Range, the other half displayed the scenes where numerous high-ranking officials from various countries had died.

The Fifth Royal Son looked up, gazing at the empty grand hall.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

A laugh of despair echoed through the palace.

"He will not spare anyone involved in the schemes; you all cannot escape," he said.

Thud!

A crisp, pleasant knocking sound came from beside the Fifth Royal Son’s ear.

The next moment, he followed in the footsteps of his father and elder brothers.

Meanwhile, inside Kyoto.

In the residences of most high officials, a sound of fruit bursting could be heard.

That day, a faint smell of blood permeated the air in the capitals and key cities of the countries.

...

Elsewhere.

Liang Hui withdrew his extended palm, dissipating the red sun.

He descended step by step from the Vault of Heaven, entered the Xuanyang Temple, and vanished from sight.

At that moment, Qing Xu, who had been standing in front of the temple, stepped forward and approached the cliff.

"Today, the master imparts Taoism to all beings. Those predestined may enter the Xuanyang Temple, learn the Authentic Scriptures of Taoist Cultivation, and worship the Xuanyang Supreme Deity."

"Taoist Qing Xu, what defines the predestined?" an almost bald old man, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, supported by disciples, stepped forward.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Qing Xu’s gaze momentarily intensified but then quickly disappeared.

This elder was the Temple Master of Qing Shui Temple, a lineage that was once the foremost among all Taoist sects, extremely flourishing in its heyday.

But now, well, it was mediocre.

After all, the Xuanyang Supreme Deity we worship has descended to the world, while the deity your temple worships might still be hiding in some corner.

Perhaps, it never existed at all, and is just a false god.

Qing Xu thought somewhat maliciously.

"Taoist friend."

On the surface, Qing Xu behaved sincerely, performing a unique Taoist gesture of courtesy.

"With a single thought, the teacher can perceive thousands of miles of mountains and rivers."

"The so-called predestined ones are naturally the individuals the teacher has chosen."

"In this case, there can certainly be no mistakes."

Qing Xu spoke, his voice transmitted across the entire Tai Bai Mountain Range through a technique left by Liang Hui.

"Since it is a senior’s choice, naturally there can be no mistakes," said the Qing Shui Temple Master, envying Qing Xu and sighed softly before retreating into the crowd.

He couldn’t object or even dare to.

Seeing the other party retreat, Qing Xu spoke again:

"Yan Jian, Guan Di... Le Yan..., these one hundred and thirty-six people are all predestined."

"Those who wish to seek the Dao in the temple, please come to the temple entrance within half an hour."

As the list was announced, an uproar erupted.

"Temple Master, aren’t more than a hundred people too few? I sincerely seek the Dao, please allow me to join the temple," pleaded one.

"Taoist, I have family wealth of several billion, willing to donate it all to the temple; please accept me as a disciple," said another.

"I am orphaned with neither father nor mother, utterly alone, having sought the Dao my whole life, today I finally see my path; please Taoist complete it," another added.

...

Though they had acquired some fundamental Methods of Cultivation, they were not fools.

The significance of cultivating in the Xuanyang Temple, how could they not understand?

According to the books, it is the difference between a Loose Cultivator and the True Scriptures.

"Silence!"

A sharp command, and all were quiet.

After experiencing that world-shattering palm strike just before, no one dared to act recklessly in front of Xuanyang Taoist Temple.

"The difficulty of cultivation, how could we not know?"

"But the Dharma is limited; to choose is a must, the more devoted, the more predestined."