I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 340 - 30 From today onwards, you are called the Flowing Light Bell!

Chapter 340: Chapter 30 From today onwards, you are called the Flowing Light Bell!

"I really do wish to pluck every one of your heads."

"How audacious!"

"Arrogant!"

"Human Emperor, how dare you speak to the Taoist Ancestral so."

Nine Venerables scolded sharply.

Even if the opponent was exceptionally strong, one shouldn’t communicate with the Taoist Ancestral in such a manner.

Taoist Ancestral, ah!

They were the ancestors who founded the Mahayana Realm in this world, selflessly propagating this realm throughout the heavens.

Apart from this, they always sat above the ninth heaven, unconcerned with the mundane world.

With a gentle press of the Taoist Ancestral’s palm, all voices went silent in an instant.

"Let us talk, Human Emperor!"

"We don’t really have a great feud."

Without waiting for Liang Hui to reply, the being known as Sect Master, whose palm was pressing down, gently raised it.

Boom!

A red lotus materialized before him, then slowly began to wither.

As each petal fell, time in the Five Directions World reversed accordingly.

The total of thirty-six petals fell and the vast Great Realm had been restored to thirty-six breaths earlier.

Broken and desiccated starry rivers reappeared, and the dragon tail that had been severed from all life, returned to its original state.

The nine Venerables were also restored to their peak state.

Liang Hui was silent, a hint of solemnness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

The Path of Time, though thorny, was not insurmountable.

"Speak!"

A low shout.

A figure in a blue robe, with a Taoist Sword at his waist, appeared in front of the Taoist Ancestral and the others.

The two looked at each other across a hundred thousand miles of emptiness.

After a long time.

An invisible shield emerged, enveloping both figures.

Liang Hui and the Taoist Ancestral, disappeared from the eyes of the nine Venerables.

Among the turmoil, in an ancient Taoist temple, two figures sat cross-legged on cushions, facing each other.

Between them were two cups of tea with a few ordinary leaves floating inside.

"Taoist Ancestral, such a grand title, are you not afraid of incurring karma, resulting in your death and the extinguishing of your Tao?" Liang Hui’s palm stretched out, rubbing the teacup.

He wasn’t worried about any mishaps or about the so-called Taoist Ancestral harming him; this apparition barely amounted to a sliver of Divine Soul. It was merely an image controlled from across the Boundary Sea.

The Taoist Ancestral chuckled lightly, gradually dispelling the mist around him.

It was a youth clothed in a vermilion robe, with a face like jade, ancient eyes, and skin white as snow.

"I paved the way for the beings of this world, how could I not deserve the title of Taoist Ancestral?"

"Is it really just paving the way?" Liang Hui’s expression was inscrutable.

Being someone who also paved the way ahead, he was well aware of the manipulations that could be implemented, to keep the followers firmly in check.

"The Great Path is selfless!"

The youth picked up his teacup, took a sip, with an open expression.

Liang Hui couldn’t agree, nor dispute, without discussing further.

"Sending people to my world, what are you pursuing?" he asked bluntly.

The Taoist Ancestral’s expression remained unchanged as he continued sipping tea, and only after a long time, when he had drained the cup, did he speak:

"Becoming Immortal!"

"Becoming Immortal?"

"Since ancient times in my world, there have been rumors of Immortals, but it was only after I became powerful that I realized Immortals were just legends; never once did they actually exist from ancient to modern times."

"It makes sense too, even the Mahayana after Tribulation Crossing was pioneered by me, so how could Immortals exist in the world?"

"But more than seventy years ago, there was a disturbance in the Boundary Sea that far exceeded the essence of the Mahayana Power."

Sect Master focused on Liang Hui, articulating each word:

"That must be the power of an Immortal, and the place from which the power emerged is not far from the Guangxi Realm."

’So that’s how it is?’ Liang Hui understood in his heart, which cleared up some of his doubts.

The disturbance in power perceived by the other party was likely during the self-destruction of the Flowing Light Bell.

That indeed was a force far beyond the Taoism Enlightenment Level.

Moreover, the other party probably has obtained quite a bit of relevant information, considering that the people they arranged in the Guangxi Realm had been investigating for several decades.

And the Guangxi Realm, after all, has visitors from the Divine Court.

"Flowing Light Bell, although it has already self-destructed, I believe there must be some remnants left, which we can study together."

"I can use..."

"You are not worthy!"

Liang Hui’s mouth twisted into a cold smile, directly interrupting the other’s speech.

The phantasm began to slowly dissipate, as knowing the other party’s intentions meant there was no need to remain.

As far as studying together is concerned, to begin with, it’s questionable whether the other party could produce something tempting enough for him.

To say nothing of the Flowing Light Bell’s connection to the future, how could it possibly be shared for mutual study.

"How about a wager, I stake the Five Directions Great Realm, my own life, and the Time Taoism Enlightenment against your Heavy Weapon Fragment?"

"How shall we bet?"

Liang Hui didn’t stop the phantasm from fading, his eyes playful.

"You and I will take action to open a path."

"Arrange opportunities, set the cultivation level, and send our followers to fight. The ultimate winner gets the object of the bet."

Liang Hui narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the other party, still saying nothing.

It was only when the phantasm was about to vanish that he finally spoke:

"We don’t need the wager, but such a skirmish does sound interesting, we can have a go."

"Good!"

Liang Hui’s figure completely dispersed.

In the Taoist temple, the young man looked at the empty seat across from him.

He extended his hand, picked up the teacup Liang Hui had never touched, and drank it down in one gulp.

Clack!

The teacup was set down.

The Sect Master had a gentle expression, and the hand he kept under the table lifted, revealing a mysterious and profound Taoism Enlightenment, appearing intact and flawless.

"The Human Emperor is cautious, but in the end, he’s started a small half of a contract."

"Afterward, it’s up to the beings to fight and perfect the contract completely."

.....

Elsewhere.

Liang Hui stood outside the Guangxi Realm, his gaze profound as he looked towards the Five Directions Great Realm, where the Taoist Ancestral resided.

The other side must be hiding something, otherwise, they wouldn’t engage in such senseless fighting.

But he, too, was keen on this kind of campaign.

Training his subordinates while also witnessing the demeanor of more practitioners and paths of cultivation, he could thereby perfect the Path of Myriad Spirits and All Things.

And no matter what tricks the other party had up their sleeve, taking the Flowing Light Clock Fragment from his grasp was an impossibility.

In his thoughts.

Liang Hui took out the sealed Great Path Remnant Bead from his bosom.

With a thought, he entered the source of the Great Path Pearl.

The Pure Yang Sword Light filled it, constantly entering the cage formed by the Sword Light, hacking at the demonic shadow.

As Liang Hui arrived, the Sword Qi slowed somewhat, allowing the demonic shadow to regain a section of its mutilated body.

At the moment, the black-robed youth had lost the arrogance he had at the beginning; his hair was disheveled, his complexion pale as snow, and his body took on a hint of ethereality.

"Merely one day and one night, and already, you’re like this. The vicissitudes of time are endless. How much longer do you think you can hold on?"

The black-robed youth’s face darkened, not offering a response.

Each streak of Pure Yang Sword Light inflicted almost no damage on him, but there were too many of them, and more importantly, they were painful!

His body was being ground down bit by bit, his scant original essence being worn away little by little.

This feeling drove him mad!

"I can hold on for quite a while longer. You can try if you like," the black-robed youth reined in his thoughts, ignoring the Sword Light that continually slashed at him.

"What if I say that I can reduce the Sword Light punishment by half, and all you need to do is one thing for me," Liang Hui said indifferently, looking down at the Artifact Spirit in its sorry state.

"What do you want to do?"

"The name ’Great Path Pearl’, I don’t like it. Let’s change it."

"Change its name?" the black-robed youth’s eyes showed a strange expression, rapidly thinking what this move implied.

However, the continuous Sword Light strikes gave him no time to ponder.

"No need to think, I’m merely here to inform you."

"From today on, this pearl will be called ’Flowing Light’!"