I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 360 - 47 Divine Emperor: In the End, I Won

Chapter 360: Chapter 47 Divine Emperor: In the End, I Won

The youth’s footsteps, like the beating of war drums, echoed between heaven and earth.

Vast Qi-Blood dispersed the Chaos, submerging all things.

"Human Emperor!"

A roar shook the endless Chaos.

The Sect Master’s peaceful face dissipated, turning into a chilling killing intent. Facing the verge of becoming an Immortal, he dared not run but chose to fight instead.

Today, he would slay his opponent!

The indifferent yet dazzling Immortal Qi that enveloped his body began to boil, and the three floating Taoism Enlightenments also burst into various Taoism Principles.

This piece of Chaos, this piece of causality, this piece of time, all started to burn at this moment.

His power kept climbing!

Climbing!!

And climbing again!!!

At this moment, the Taoist Ancestral also stepped forward, his killing intent hotter than ever before, the vast Immortal Light illuminating the entire Chaos, reflecting and enhancing Liang Hui’s Qi-Blood.

Fight!

Fight with all their might!!

Today, only one being could walk out of this Chaos, such was the will of the Taoist Ancestral.

With several steps taken, the two were already close, beginning their life-and-death showdown.

The battle between the Human Emperor and the Taoist Ancestral was extremely fast; a single step taken spanned billions of miles of Chaos.

One enveloped in brilliant Immortal Light, the other shrouded in dominant Fist Light, both giving their all in the fight.

Thousands of moves, even tens of thousands, were reduced to a punch, a palm in an instant.

Qi-Blood entwined with Mana, Taoism Principles collided, thoughts crashed against each other.

The strong live, the weak die, it was that simple, that clear.

At this moment, outside of Chaos, beings from various worlds saw two suns rising, emanating endless Qi-Blood and Immortal Light.

Strands of Qi-Blood burned like flames, igniting the Qi of Chaos, shattering vast expanses of the void.

Streaks of Immortal Light shattered countless voids, causing the Chaos to continuously expand outward.

The Emperor and the Taoist fought to madness, pieces of armor mixed with blood fell, Taoist Robes streaked with white bones splattered, slowly staining the Chaos red.

At this moment, the Taoist Ancestral’s expression was fierce; the three Taoism Enlightenments atop his head had already begun to burn, and even the thin Immortal Qi around him became faint.

His attempt to step beyond the threshold was brutally smashed back.

The fighting became increasingly ferocious; one figure started to retreat.

Boom!

Another sound, like the grand collision at the birth of heaven and earth.

The rolling waves of energy mixed with Mana and Qi-Blood, no one knew how many voids were shattered, causing the battlefield of Chaos to expand yet again.

However, as the roar sounded, two figures stood apart by a million miles, sizing each other up.

Liang Hui’s armor was already shattered to pieces, his Blue Robe stained with blood, some parts even exposing ghastly white bones.

While the Taoist Ancestral’s right arm was gone, the upper half of his Taoist Robe in tatters, revealing flesh covered with Fist Seals; the most important was the fading Immortal Qi that had dissipated.

"Becoming Immortal, the Immortal Path is broken!!"

The Taoist Ancestral was in a daze, his eyes filled with confusion as he gazed at the tall figure standing in the midst of Chaos.

But after a moment of bewilderment, rage replaced confusion for the Taoist Ancestral.

Uncontainable fury!

"How can a junior who has only cultivated for less than a hundred years achieve such a feat?"

He was being suppressed and pushed to this point by someone so inferior.

The Taoist Ancestral stumbled, and then looked up to the sky with a long howl, the three Taoism Enlightenments burning at full force, beginning to fade, no longer caring about the path ahead.

Millions of years, billions of years of pursuit, had come to an end.

At this moment, what else in the world was there to cling to?

"What difference does a hundred years make, or even tens of millions of years?"

Within the Chaos, Liang Hui once again stepped forward:

"It’s never been about being strong because of age; it’s about being ancient because of strength!"

Hum~

With just one step taken, the figure of a youth in a Crimson Taoist Robe emerged behind him, his face identical to the Taoist Ancestral.

As he stepped forward, more figures appeared behind him, some in Yellow Robes resembling the Taoist Ancestral, some half-human half-snake demons, some young men in Xuanyang Emperor’s Robes...

Dense and numerous they stood behind the youth, out of sight.

At this moment, even the enraged Taoist Ancestral became sober, staring blankly at the sight before him.

He saw himself, he saw the nine Mahayana Venerable, and he saw all sentient beings from the Five Directions Great Realm.

"So there exists such fist technique in the world, it turns out I was defeated by such fist prowess."

"Good! Very good!!"

By now, Liang Hui had already stretched out his palm, reaching forward.

Countless palms of myriad living beings behind him similarly reached out.

Liang Hui, looking at Taoist Ancestral overwhelmed by various assaults, had a detached and cold expression.

This is the true form of the Myriad Beasts Fist, or perhaps, the Fist of Myriad Spirits, dominating all living beings, creating an unparalleled fist technique.

There were no equals, nor were there Transcenders in sight.

The youth withdrew his fist, looking at the broken body lying in Chaos.

Stepping forward, he approached the wreckage and said with a low chuckle,

"Well done, I enjoyed that!"

With a thought, the broken body of Taoist Ancestral disappeared in place.

Raising his hand, he beckoned lightly, and the Immortal War Spear, along with Cang Tower, fled into his body vanishing from sight.

Taking a final glance at the chaotic battlefield, he stepped out and was gone without a trace.

...

Five Directions Great Realm.

Beings were still looking up at the Vault of Heaven, waiting for the verdict.

In front of the Sword Venerate, five Venerables gathered.

They were the remaining Mahayana Venerable.

They also saw the River of Time Water falling from the Human Emperor’s hands.

The fact that the Sword Venerate, who had been specifically taken care of during the campaign, obviously had secret connections with the Divine Court.

The likelihood of the Human Emperor winning in the Boundary Sea skirmish was ninety percent, and if they did not choose sides now, they would be purged later.

"Old Sword, we have been friends for a million years, why keep me in the dark about such a thing?"

"I’ve long found Taoist Ancestral insufferable; had you informed me, I would have certainly acted with you." One of the Great Han, his upper body covered in tattoos, looked at the Sword Venerate with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

A Daoist in ancient attire and a Buddha wearing a Golden Kasaya began to twitch at the corners of their mouths.

They looked peculiarly at the Demon Lord Venerate, who had none of the dignity of a Mahayana Venerable.

They wished to act the same, yet could not bring themselves to say the words.

"Gentlemen, you should understand the temperament of His Majesty."

"Do not disgrace the dignity of the Mahayana."

The Buddha’s face stiffened slightly, as if he had come to realize something.

His hands pressed together in prayer, he slowly bowed to the Sword Venerate.

"Excellent! Excellent!!"

"Thank you for the reminder, benefactor."

He stepped out and disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, the sound of chanting began to rise throughout the five great realms. Whether for the deliverance of lost souls or the conversion of resentments, the entire Buddhist Sect was performing its final duties.

The Daoist sighed lowly, also bowing to the Sword Venerate, and then vanished in place.

For a moment, apart from the Demon Lord Venerate, only two Venerables remained in front of the Sword Venerate.

One, the Crimson Dragon.

The other, a Loose Cultivator by origin, known as the calculator of myriad lives—Astrolabe Venerable.

"Crimson Dragon, you should know how His Majesty feels about the Demon Tribe..."

"I despise the Demon Tribe very much!"

A murmur echoed in the hearts of all living beings.

No matter where they were, every being could see that tall figure standing outside the world.

The youth, with a Taoist Sword at his waist, his Blue Robe stained with blood, bore a handsome face and the spirit to defeat myriad beings, the will to fight and win eternally.

At that moment, the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the living beings finally died.

Their bodies bent, they knelt on the ground, awaiting the finality of their world.