I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 323 - 15: A Battle Across Time

Chapter 323: Chapter 15: A Battle Across Time

Kill!

The cry of slaughter shook the heavens and the earth.

One figure after another leapt up from the ground, charging towards the sky.

All kinds of secret techniques, their radiance blooming, illuminated the night sky.

With teachers providing support from behind, everyone summoned their divine power without any reservation and struck out fearlessly.

Hungry!

A whisper echoed from the direction of Feng Pu City.

In an instant, all kinds of brilliance vanished as if swallowed by something in a single gulp.

Red robes fell like rain, continuously plummeting from the night sky.

"This ghost has devoured millions of souls; it is beyond our control."

"Eldest senior brother, quickly request the teacher’s talisman!"

Yan Jian stood against the vault of heaven, turning to roar back.

Luo Siyuan’s face showed no panic, composed and indifferent.

The hand hidden in his sleeve slowly reached out.

His hands glowed, and a crimson talisman materialized within them.

The elder knelt down, holding the talisman in both hands, raised it high with utmost devotion.

"Please, teacher, slay the ghost!"

Boom!

At that moment, the earth and sky shook violently, an indescribable aura burst forth, blanketing everything!

Above in the expanse, the many Taoists lying prostrate on the ground looked up with utmost reverence.

"Praise be to Xuanyang Supreme Deity."

"Praise be to the teacher!"

The crowd murmured involuntarily.

The talisman ascended, its brilliance growing stronger and then began to burn.

Boom!

The mountains and rivers shook, and cities crumbled.

One rune after another flew out from the brilliance of the talisman, rushing towards the city.

In that moment, the Starving Ghost, whose figure had always been unseen, revealed itself.

The form of a child hovered above the city, gazing at the burning talisman.

The head was round, limbs slender, belly like a leather ball, and its torso was covered in sew marks.

A pair of grey eyes suddenly showed a hint of the desire to retreat.

It must be known that ghosts and monsters do not possess wills, only acting on instinct to kill.

Hungry!

A whisper.

The vast sea of runes momentarily stalled.

But it surged forward once again, even faster, engulfing the ghost’s body.

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

A layer of grey mist emerged from within the sea of runes, strangely malevolent, erasing all brilliance.

Puff!

Crimson chains rose up from the talisman, like Immortal Swords dripping with blood, plunged into the mist, targeting the Starving Ghost.

In an instant, all the grey mist disintegrated.

Chain after chain stretched for miles, like writhing dragons, pulling the ghost, swiftly moving towards the talisman.

Soon, all visions faded, leaving only the talisman radiating a faint crimson glow in the night sky.

Luo Siyuan stood up, reached out his hand, and caught the descending talisman.

Looking at the talisman missing a corner, a trace of distress flickered in his eyes.

This talisman, after all, was a protective charm given by the teacher.

"Congratulations to eldest senior brother. With this ghost suppressed, you will soon be able to step into the ranks of the Demon Exorcism Taoist."

Yan Jian descended from the skies, offering his congratulations with cupped hands.

The Taoists, now regaining some divine power, also came over one by one, most of them voicing their congratulations.

The old Taoist shook his head, extended his hand to reveal the damaged talisman, along with the image of the Starving Ghost engraved upon it.

"This ghost was suppressed with the help of the teacher, not captured by me. I do not wish to advance to Demon Exorcism Taoist on this basis."

"If my junior brothers wish to draw from it, you may seek me out privately."

The crowd fell silent, each showing different expressions as they carefully observed the talisman.

It is known that to ascend to the status of Demon Exorcism Taoist, one must suppress a thousand ghosts to step into the realm of the Taoist Sect.

Each of them needed more ghosts.

"Eldest senior brother, since you do not wish for it, could you let me have it?" Yan Jian was the first to speak up.

"Fine."

The old Taoist nodded, passing the talisman directly to him.

"Eldest senior brother, thank you."

After bowing in gratitude, Yan Jian finally accepted the talisman.

At this moment, everyone realized that the elder Taoist had not just been polite, he truly meant it.

The blonde man standing in the crowd curled his lip; he seemed to have understood what the eldest senior brother was thinking.

The teacher had once said that the Taoist Child, the Taoist, is the root, while the Demon Exorcism Taoist and the Taoist Sect are the fruit.

The deeper the roots, the more brilliant the fruits.

But in this era of exotic ghost resurrection, to be one step slow is to be slow at every step.

The foundation, can be made up for in the future.

...

Xuanyang Temple.

After a year of expansion, it now occupied Tai Bai Mountain.

Thirteen thousand disciples, either running through the mountains to strengthen their bodies, or sitting on the peaks breathign in and transforming divine power.

Loulan Mountain, the ancestral ground of the Daoist temple, where the Xuanyang God Temple is enshrined.

At this moment, it carried a hint of illusion and haziness.

Liang Hui was seated on a cushion, with a faint red mist shrouding his figure from the sunlight.

Only his eyes were revealed.

Even Luo Siyuan’s subjugation of the Starving Ghost didn’t cause the slightest change in the young man’s eyes.

As distant as the heavens, as indifferent and unfeeling as a god.

"Have you observed for half a year and still not come out?"

"Sigh!"

"You’ve indeed noticed."

A soft whisper, carrying the ravages of time.

As the sound emerged, everything around began to blur and become hazy, with only Liang Hui and the divine statue behind him remaining as before.

Drip-drop!

Everything around, like a colorful scroll, begun to reverse and restore scenes of yesteryear.

Finally, all scenes stopped at an old man with short hair.

The old man was wearing a cotton-padded jacket unique to a bygone era, his face half resolute, the other half rotting with exposed white bone.

He was now sitting cross-legged in front of the young man, facing him.

Behind the old man stood a statue of Xuanyang Supreme Deity as well, yet very ordinary and ancient.

"Time!"

"I underestimated the predecessors."

Liang Hui stroked his palm, filled with admiration.

His eyes flickered with appreciation.

"Indeed, the Ghost of Time."

The old man chuckled lowly, reaching out his hand to straighten the creases in his cotton jacket, slowly smoothing it.

"A fortunate coincidence, suppressing this ghost."

His voice was muffled and faint, with some inexplicable static noise.

However, Liang Hui still understood the meaning of the other party.

"Taoist Qing Cang, also known as Xuanyang Supreme Deity, who would have thought that a God of the Human World would truly be born in a future generation."

"Regrettably, not the god I was waiting for."

"Your presence makes it hard for me to see the future."

"Everything has been disrupted, please move over."

"The common people call, the creatures pray, I have come to guide them through the world."

Liang Hui’s eyes had already returned to indifference, his arm lifted, and in an instant, time that was still flowing backwards around him was abruptly halted.

He extended his fingers forward.

Crack!

Layers of time shattered, and his fair hand reached across time from the present toward the past.

"Ghost of Time, I’m taking you."

The old man’s smile remained, facing the grasping hand, his figure did not move an inch.

One minute!

Five minutes!

Ten minutes!

The hand that could splinter time always fell just short of reaching the old man.

As if the hand had never moved at all.

"You can’t catch me, as you will only be dragged into the mists of time, losing direction."

"When everything returns to normal, I will guide you on your way back."

The cold wind blew, and snowflakes entered through the cracks of the door,

landing on the old man’s cotton jacket, then melting and dampening it.

The old man sat cross-legged in front of the Xuanyang Divine Statue, not minding the wet clothes, watching the illusory hand approaching him.

Layers of time woven like spider silk, entangled and hindered the hand from getting any closer.