I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 427 - 21 Annihilation, The Journey to the Ruins Ends!

Chapter 427: Chapter 21 Annihilation, The Journey to the Ruins Ends!

"He’s here!"

The Kun Yue burst out as the Golden Battle Halberd appeared in his palm. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The two old servants by his side stood solemnly, ready for action.

At this moment, the South Sea Dragon Monarch and the robust men of the Human Race also tacitly fell silent, looking ahead.

One after another, silvery-white Light Gates materialized between heaven and earth, reaching as high as the stirring Chaos and as deep as the earth, swallowing endless spatial power.

In total, four Light Gates opened, and four slender figures emerged from within, approaching from a distance and becoming increasingly clear.

Some carried the Golden War Lance on their backs, some had the Silver Bell above their heads, others held the Green Banner in their hands, and one even had the Daoist Sword at his waist.

They seemed as high as the sky, as solid as the earth, like four insurmountable Great Yues standing in the long sky.

The four figures took slow steps together, merging into one.

In that moment, a figure clad in a Blue Robe, carrying the Immortal War Spear on his back, with the Void Bright Bell above his head, the Crimson Cloud Dao Sword at his waist, and the Human Emperor Banner fluttering behind him, appeared before all living creatures.

It was as if a great sun had emerged in the world, emitting Infinite Light and boundless heat.

In an instant, all resistance and indignation melted away like snow under the scorching sun.

"Space, Pure Yang, Myriad Spirits!"

"What a figure, West Sea Dragon Monarch!!!"

Under that murmur, despair filled the eyes of the five, leaving them with no desire for life.

The end was predetermined!

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The stout man of the Human Race laughed heartily towards the sky.

Qi-Blood burst forth from his body, shaking the boundless void, causing even Chaos to ripple with waves.

As his Qi-Blood burned and his soul was overdrawn, the fruits of his Taoism were recklessly summoned.

He stepped forward, soared into the air, and threw a punch.

Infinite Taoism Principles interwove into what seemed like a blood-red pillar transcending the world, hurtling towards the figure in the long sky.

The struggle was desperate and valiant, like a moth flinging itself into the flames.

At that moment, the Great Han discarded all previously laid plans, desiring to land just one punch, and could only throw one punch.

Liang Hui’s gaze fell, his deep eyes carrying a trace of admiration.

"The will is commendable!"

With an arm stretched out and fingers spread, he gently pressed down.

Boom!

A blood-red firework blossomed across the sky and earth, brilliant and dazzling.

After the firework dissipated, in the vast heavens, only a youth with hands clasped behind him stood alone.

Liang Hui gazed at the last four beings on the island, his lips curling into a smile.

"All of you come at once, it will be good to have company on the road to the Yellow Springs."

"Such deep calculations, such formidable strength, you’ve won, West Sea Dragon Monarch."

"But with such explosive madness, you won’t keep winning forever."

The South Sea Dragon Monarch soared into the heavens, transforming into a sky-blue ice dragon and charging towards the vast sky.

It clearly had no intention of joining forces with the Demon Tribe anymore.

At this point, certain of death, it had no wish to share the journey to the Yellow Springs with the Demon Tribe.

On the rocky wall, the Kun Yue looked up at the sky.

It saw the immortal dragon body torn apart, and the dragon head, as large as stars, penetrated by a Fist Seal.

Dragon Blood poured down like the Heavenly River.

"Master Qi, Master Xu, I have failed as your junior, leading you into this dire situation," the Kun Yue spoke softly, an expression of apology on its face.

"Your Highness, there’s no need for such words; it’s only death after all,"

"Shall the Demon Tribe die!" a hoarse voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

Three figures stood shoulder to shoulder as the dragon’s body fell.

And at the same time, they leaped.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A gigantic Peng Bird soared into the high sky, its wings spread wide enough to cover the starry rivers, obscuring the great sun.

In a flicker of movement, it transformed into a dark fish that used Chaos as its sea and leaped forward.

In an instant, the Peng Bird and the dark fish shifted forms countless times. Yin Yang energies continuously circulated over the demon body, eventually merging into a black and white orb of light, colliding with the great sun.

Behind them, a Qing Luan and a swan spread their wings to follow, turning into green and gray flowing lights as they too struck at the youth.

"Yin Yang in harmony, indeed worth watching."

The youth chuckled softly as his Taoist Sword clinked at his waist.

Clang!

The Crimson Cloud Dao Sword was unsheathed.

A streak of crimson-gold Sword Light spanned across the sky, supremely sharp, supremely brilliant, and supremely splendid.

It seemed as if all the beauty in the world converged upon this Sword Light, intoxicating those who saw it.

Liang Hui reached out his hand, slowly gripping the hilt, and looked down with an even broader smile.

"Slash!"

The Dao Sword suddenly cleaved downward.

In an instant, Yin and Yang were torn asunder, the Qing Luan’s wings broke, and the grand crane’s head severed.

The entire island was enveloped in the Infinite Sword Light, beyond which no other color remained.

Zing!

The Dao Sword returned to its sheath, and the crimson-gold Sword Light dispersed accordingly.

The whole island was split in two and continued to crumble, on the verge of collapse.

The youth surveyed the desolation of the land as an air of change began to emerge from him.

Vast vitality mixed with the majesty of Dragon Blood surged forth anew.

At the same time, he put away the Crimson Cloud Dao Sword, the Immortal War Spear, the Void Bright Bell, and the Human Emperor Banner, leaving only the Myriad Dragons Bell wrapped around his hair.

The threat was cleared!

From now on, the Four Seas Dragon Clan would bend to his every word, and the Three Seas Treasury would be his alone.

Reaching out his hand, he absorbed five streams of Qi-Blood and then headed toward the Bone Bridge.

In just a few breaths, a Light Gate emerged in front of the bridge. He walked through the spatial door and lifted the seals on the bridge.

Seated upon it, he silently watched the island plummet to its destruction.

Crack! Crack! Boom!

Lightning flashed, space tore apart, and pieces of the island fell one after another, erased by the Chaos into nothingness.

An hour passed.

In front of Liang Hui, the island was no more, leaving only a patch of Chaos filled with silvery gleams.

Looking at the Bone Bridges scattered in the Chaos, a hint of intent flashed in the youth’s eyes.

The Great Dao contained within these bridges might be useless to him, but they were still rare treasures.

In a flash, Liang Hui made his move.

Boom!

A cyan-gold dragon claw appeared out of thin air, attempting to grasp the Bone Bridge.

But before it could approach the bridge, it was eroded layer by layer by the silver-tinged Chaos Qi.

"No use trying, these traces left by the Era’s Great Dao destruction are not something you can handle now,"

The gourd at his waist trembled, and a voice reached the youth’s ears.

"Moreover, these Bone Bridges are created by Great Luo, you can’t collect them."

Hearing this, Liang Hui nodded, withdrew his hand, and completely dismissed the idea of collecting the Great Dao Bone Bridges.

"Senior, you’re right."

The youth turned around and walked away from the island.

He planned to go into closed-door cultivation for a while, to sort through the Qi-Blood of the mighty he had absorbed and his spoils of war.

Of course, the main goal was to dilute his own traces.

He still needed time to grow stronger, to prepare for the upcoming Tao Struggle.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The crisp footsteps on the desolate Bone Bridge were especially clear.

Liang Hui’s figure gradually receded until it disappeared from sight.

...

Upon the ring-shaped island, a flash of green light zipped by, vanishing into the Chaos.

Heading towards a far-off place, it moved rapidly.

In an unknown region, atop a desolate star, Liang Hui sat cross-legged.

Around him were treasures of Pure Yang, including Precious Medicine rarely seen in the world, Strange Stones containing the Pure Yang Taoism Principle, and some related Scriptures.

All these items were his spoils after defeating many strong opponents.

Light spheres transformed from various Qi-Blood and ancient relics were also suspended in front of him.

The youth’s eyes were profound as he looked at the resources before him; these would be enough to take him to the next level.

He reached out his hand, grasping a wisp of Qi-Blood, and quietly murmured in his heart,

’Enter Dream!’