I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 326 - 17 A Decade of Spring and Autumn (4000 2-in-1)_2

Chapter 326: Chapter 17 A Decade of Spring and Autumn (4000 2-in-1)_2

"Wu Shan, what brings you here?" a commanding, icy voice echoed within the church.

The surrounding guards, as if deaf, gave no response.

"Merely to take a look." Liang Hui advanced forward, getting increasingly closer to the Lord Statue.

"And perhaps discuss some matters."

"Speak!"

Thud!

When Liang Hui was three meters away from the statue, he halted.

The young man extended his arm, a pure white orb of light emerging in his palm, then floated towards the statue.

"Fortune Taoism Principle, I’ve come to collect you."

"What’s the price?" Tian Fu did not absorb the Taoism Principle in front of the statue.

"From now on, do not interfere or descend upon this world." Liang Hui’s expression was indifferent, hands clasped behind his back.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the church grew even heavier and more oppressive.

After a long while.

The cluster of Taoism Principle entered the statue.

"Agreed!"

"I only want the Fortune, the other Principles are yours to take."

Immediately, the pale white radiance on the statue subdued, with no further anomalies.

Suddenly, the young man placed his palm on the Heavenly Pillar statue.

Layers of runes flowed from the palm, enveloping the entire statue before finally vanishing into it.

Throughout the process, Tian Fu made no attempt to resist.

Submissively allowing Liang Hui to sever the paths by which faith could descend.

The young man withdrew his hand, his eyes profound as he gave the statue one final look before vanishing.

Only an ordinary Lord Statue remained in place.

Time passed slowly.

From day to night, the Fortune Taoism Principle within the statue remained suspended, untouched.

In Xuanyang Taoist Temple, Liang Hui leaned against a Divine Emperor Statue.

His eyes slightly narrowed, sensing the still unclaimed Taoism Principle.

"Either it’s not the true path of Fortune, or it’s too cautious, time will tell me the answer."

Then Liang Hui slowly closed his eyes, beginning to sense the Taoism Principle he had reclaimed.

Water, cause and effect.

....

Time flies, seasons flow.

Ten flowerings, ten petals’ fall; ten springs depart, ten autumns return.

Ten years ago, Exotic Ghosts revived, turmoil never ceased across the world.

Ten years later, resplendent Xuanyang suppressed the world, striking down all dissenters.

Everywhere people worshiped the Xuanyang Supreme Deity, everywhere revered Taoist Qing Cang.

Whether ghosts or those harboring different intentions, all were suppressed, eliminated.

On the outskirts of a massive modern city in the Mount Taibai Range, standing between heaven and earth.

In the city’s most central, most bustling street, a vast Taoist Palace Academy was established.

Within the academy, continuous devoted prayers could be heard.

Young men in Taoist Robes sat cross-legged on the clean floors, reciting Scriptures.

About half an hour later, the recitation of Scriptures ceased.

An old man with graying hair, dressed in vermilion Dao Robes, walked slowly forward, standing in front of the young men.

In that moment, pairs of yearning eyes gazed upon the Dao Robe worn by the elder.

It was a garment that only disciples of the Xuanyang Temple could wear.

"In half an hour, a Taoist temple will come to recruit disciples."

"Gentlemen, you must present yourselves in the best condition for the selection."

The elder spoke, his cloudy eyes serious.

Looking at the attentive young men, the elder nodded in satisfaction, reminding:

"This opportunity is extremely significant for you; the rules for Taoist temple recruitment might change."

Boom!

The attentive young men visibly reacted with shock.

Xuanyang Taoist Temple recruited two hundred disciples each month, it had always been so for the last decade.

Hearing the elder, it seemed that recruitment was about to change, and apparently not in a favorable manner.

Unperturbed by the changing expressions of the students, the elder walked away slowly, vanishing after a few breaths.

Only then did sporadic voices echo through the crowd.

"What’s happening? From the dean’s words, it seems future recruitment will be even stricter, with even fewer spots."

"Only a little over two thousand a year, forcing billions from all over the world to compete for places, now there will be even fewer, competition will surely intensify."

"Should we become Loose Cultivators or join a branch of the Taoist temples?"

The so-called branches of the Taoist temple were some Loose Cultivators who, upon becoming Demon Exorcism Taoists.

Personally went to Xuanyang Temple, knelt before the Emperor, received a Divine Statue, and established their own sects.

But it was well-known that these branches, having incomplete inheritances, could not compare to Xuanyang Temple.

Time passed, and half an hour quickly elapsed.

A robust man in vermilion Dao Robes walked up to the front.

With a sweep of his palm, a brown stone stele appeared before the young men.

The stele was wide with three grooves, each groove marked with scales.

"Begin, Faith, Spirit, Taoist Scripture, the top three with the highest average, follow me and leave for the global selection," Liang Hui said.

"You first!"

The Great Han casually pointed to a youth and then paid him no further attention.

Even after passing the academy’s selection, there was only a twenty percent chance of entering the Xuanyang Taoist Temple.

For those not of his sect, all were considered the least significant, not worthy of his attention.

The Great Han stood on the earth, silently chanting Scriptures, mobilizing the Divine Power within his body to refine his physique.

However, he couldn’t help but recall the moment three years ago when his second senior brother, Yan Jian, made his move.

With one strike, the Hundred Mile Rivers and Mountains turned to dust, and the myriad things of heaven and earth frantically shattered.

The ghost revered as a deity by a small nation was directly suppressed.

Such power was indeed something to yearn for!

"Junior brother, the selection has ended!" an elderly voice echoed by his ear.

The Great Han looked apologetically at the old man beside him.

"Senior brother, I was distracted," he said.

"You! These children are the foundation of the Taoist Temple," the Dean said with a helpless expression on his face.

"Yes."

The Great Han nodded, acknowledging his understanding.

Soon after, he led three youths and left the Taoist Academy.

The Dean also told the youths who were not selected to leave at that moment.

Before long, the square was left with only the old man.

The old man looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

He was one of the first generation of students, but limited by his innate abilities, he had not become a Demon Exorcism Taoist in ten years.

Therefore, he left the Mount Taibai Range and came to this place.

However, during this time, he could still feel the undercurrents within the Taoist Temple through some letters from his friends.

Over the past ten years, despite their reverence for the Xuanyang Supreme Deity and their respect for their teacher, ideological differences had ultimately emerged.

"Fortunately, there is still our teacher."

"As long as the teacher is here, Xuanyang Temple will still be Xuanyang Temple."

...

"Teacher, I don’t know what matter you have summoned us for," said a man with blond hair and strikingly handsome features, sitting cross-legged on the floor, his expression reverent and venerating.

The man’s skin was like jade, emitting a faint aura, as if a deity had descended to the world.

To his right sat two equally imposing figures.

Behind them, hundreds of Taoists were seated, each exuding a remarkable aura.

In the main hall, any one of them leaving could make millions, tens of millions of beings bow in worship.

Liang Hui sat on a cushion, his aura nearly flawless, his eyes as vast as the sky, his expression as indifferent as a deity’s.

Looking at the hundreds of Taoists seated before him, these were the essence of the Taoist Temple over ten years.

Even the one with the lowest cultivation level had suppressed over a hundred ghosts.

"Exorcise the ghosts!"

"Teacher, all the ghosts have been suppressed, there is no need for you to take action," said Yan Jian, sitting to the right, in a deep voice.

His body emitted a hazy gray mist, as if countless gray eyes were observing the surroundings.

"Teacher, about suppressing any ghosts, let me take your place...."

Liang Hui extended his hand and pressed lightly.

There was seemingly no force at all.

But in an instant, everyone fell silent, and no one dared to speak again.

"From the beginning of the world, ghosts began to descend."

"Ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million years, the ghosts that have accumulated, how could they be completely cleared in ten years."

"Nor can ten years of effort allow you to rest easy."

As the ghosts were obtained over time, his understanding of the world deepened.

The deeper he delved, the more he understood the profound despair of the beings in this world.

Suddenly, there was no longer any ease or relaxation in the eyes of the Taoists.

Even those seated in the front row, Yan Jian, Luo Siyuan, and Andrei, all had solemn expressions.

The more they thought, the more grave they became.

They would never doubt the words of their teacher.

Liang Hui waved his hand, and hundreds of lights descended in front of each Taoist.

Each Taoist reached out to grasp the light, and their expressions changed accordingly.

"Go! Go!"

The young man waved his hand to signal the disciples to leave.

After a long, long time.

No one had left.

"What are you hesitating about? It’s just a few foes, no trouble at all."

"Teacher!" a white-haired Taoist slowly stood up and bowed.

"Take care!"

He turned and left.

One after another, the disciples bowed deeply and then turned to leave.

Suddenly, only those who didn’t receive the light, Yan Jian, Luo Siyuan, and Andrei, remained in the main hall.

"Teacher, what is the matter after all?"