I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 429 - 23 Return to the West Sea, Four Seas Dragon Monarch

Chapter 429: Chapter 23 Return to the West Sea, Four Seas Dragon Monarch

In the depths of the ancient forest.

Liang Hui’s eyes slowly opened, a fleeting flash of crimson-gold brilliance in his gaze, which then returned to tranquility.

The young man stretched out his palm and looked at it, his five fingers spread wide, each one white and flawless as jade.

At the same time, a path that was supremely refined, supremely pure, and supremely yang flowed through every part of his body, constantly lifting his strength.

"This transformation will still need some time to complete," Liang Hui murmured.

Since that was the case, he could not afford to waste time.

With a thought,

The Human Emperor Banner appeared in his hand, and Liang Hui’s consciousness delved into it, reaching the deepest part, where he saw the suppressed Blood Sea Mural.

Without hesitation, his consciousness merged directly into it.

Boom!

Liang Hui felt his mind suddenly explode!

Endless Sword Light of malevolent energy, like rounds of blood moons, filled his vision!

Clang clang clang~~~

Countless sounds of slaughter and innumerable images of conquest, like a raging tide, overwhelmed his consciousness!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Exterminate the heavens! Annihilate the earth! Massacre the living beings!"

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

The endless tide of murderous blood light and malevolence instantly drowned his will, with countless images flashing by.

Supreme heroes, fighting against heaven and earth, charged at him.

Many figures, having mastered the Path of Slaughter and with the terror of nothing they could not kill, assaulted him.

And there were valiant spirits carrying a heart resigned to certain death, attacking him!

"What a wonderful Path of Slaughter; it is perfect for tempering my will and refining my fist technique,"

Liang Hui’s eyes shone bright.

His consciousness, flickering with Immortal brilliance, multiplied into thousands within the mural, clashing with those numerous valiant spirits.

Before the cliff wall, Liang Hui sat down.

Within his body, endless Immortal Light filled him, golden Qi-Blood spilling out from his body, continuously reaching into the consciousness in the mural, contending with the Slaughter Sword Path.

Clang! Clang!

The mural’s essence of the Path of Slaughter was incredibly profound, placing great pressure on Liang Hui, whose consciousness fought incessantly, without end.

If it were not for regularly ’Entering Dream’ and battling his way through, he probably would have been forced to retreat.

But with such danger came equally immense rewards; his soul, consciousness, and spirit were constantly honed, becoming ever more radiant and crystalline.

At the same time, a style of swordsmanship began to take shape within his heart, quickly maturing and being refined.

....

In the Celestial Court, God of the Fire Department, True Lord of Fire Virtue.

The moment he stepped out from the Pure Yang Great Path, he opened his palm to reveal a myriad of fiery worlds within his grasp.

These fiery worlds were not empty and desolate; rather, they teemed with all manner of beings born from flames.

However, as the Crimson Armor Great Han changed his hand seals, all those beings began to burn fiercely, transforming into the most intense flames.

He commenced probing the vast unknown, seeking traces of that Tao Struggle contender.

Suddenly, the flames went out, extinguished without any warning.

At this moment, the True Lord of Fire Virtue, his eyes dim, clasped his hands together, and spoke softly,

"Is there a Great Luo scheming behind this?"

"Pity, you can’t hide it for long."

At their level, who did not know of Great Luo, seeking and calculating Great Luo’s moves came at some cost, nothing more.

Without hesitation, True Lord of Fire Virtue left the palace, heading towards a secluded area in the northwest of the Celestial Court.

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Lv Dongbin too had finished his calculations, his eyes slightly narrowed, concealing the emotions in his heart.

He had not managed to calculate any information about that person.

Lv Ancestor looked up, gazing at the three statues enshrined in the palace, one holding a horsetail whisk leading an old ox, another carrying four swords on his back, and yet another holding a jade Ruyi.

These three statues were extremely ancient and worn, with indistinct features that were difficult to discern.

"Ancestors of the Three Pure Ones above, please grant your disciple guidance."

Hands on the ground, his head bowed.

Unlike creatures of the Taiji Era who only heard legends of the ancestors, he had witnessed the ancestors’ formidable power firsthand, a force far beyond the reach of even the Great Luo.

He believed that even if the Era’s path were to vanish, or rather, even if the ancestors stood in the Taiyi Epoch, they could still influence the Taiji Era.

After all, paying respects was ultimately a good thing.

A moment later.

Lv Dongbin looked up, gazing at the statues that showed no hint of change, his expression as usual.

He stood up and walked out of the palace.

...

In the following days, the matter of the Pure Yang Great Path thundered through the Great Wilderness.

Infinite beings became aware that a new Tao Struggle had begun.

Some watched with keen interest, others sneered in secret, and yet others were simply curious about the outcome.

The Tao Struggle, this ancient and brutal name, was about to re-emerge in the world, and it involved the Pure Yang Path, which was ranked high among the three thousand great paths.

And as the protagonist of this matter.

Liang Hui, having completed the transformation of his body and great path, ended his trials in the murals and hurried towards the West Sea.

He sought to conquer the remaining three seas with utmost speed, acquire their treasuries, and take another step forward on the Pure Yang Path.

Seventeen days!

In just over half a month, Liang Hui had crossed the continent and returned to the West Sea.

Within the Dragon Palace, the youth sat upright on the dragon throne, looking down at the many powerful members of the Dragon Race gathered below the steps, none of whom were Guest Elders.

"Dragon Palace, have the Guest Elders not fully returned yet?" Liang Hui said, propping his cheek with one hand, his gaze slanting towards an old man dressed in crimson finery.

"Your Majesty, the Land of Ruins has ended, and the returning Guest Elders have sent word that they are on their way back," the old man replied.

"Is that so?"

Liang Hui’s idle hand reached out, his fingertips slightly bent, tapping lightly on the armrest.

"I have summoned only our Dragon Race’s strong warriors this time, for there is a matter to discuss."

The youth’s gaze was fierce as he swept it across each of the Dragon Race warriors.

"Seven days ago, while I was in closed-door cultivation, the South, North, and East Dragon Monarchs jointly sent a message..."

"They claimed that while exploring the Land of Ruins, they were besieged by the Demon Tribe and on the brink of death, asking me to take charge of the Dragon Race’s affairs."

Boom! Boom!

The hearts of many in the Dragon Race felt as though thunder had struck, becoming dazed, staring blankly at the slender figure on the dragon throne.

How could such an event occur? The three Dragon Monarchs combined were powerful enough to be counted among the strongest in the Great Wilderness.

How much would the Demon Tribe have to sacrifice to besiege them?

And why would they send a message to you, just because you killed their sworn brother?

The Dragon Official, standing in the center of the hall, initially as baffled as the others, recalled the question of the Dragon Monarch from two hundred years ago.

His pupils shrank abruptly, his face filled with horror as he looked up.

He saw a face hidden in the dark shadows, a face with a trace of a warm smile.

"Senior Dragon Official, what do you think our West Sea Dragon Palace should do, should we follow the last wishes of the three Dragon Monarchs?"

With that one sentence, the three Dragon Monarchs had been deemed dead beyond doubt.

At this moment, the old man’s gaze became restrained as he tried to hide his emotions, bowing deeply and saying:

"The death of the three Dragon Monarchs in the Ruins is a great loss to our kind."

"Furthermore, since the progeny of the three Dragon Monarchs are frail, aside from Your Majesty, who else could manage the affairs, who else is worthy to manage them."

"Dragon Official speaks with wisdom and prudence."

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, resting his hand, straightening his posture, and his face became serious.

"My comrades, go and make preparations. Send out envoys to the South and North Seas to explain the stake of the situation, to sway them into allegiance."

"As for the East Sea, Dragon Official, accompany me on a trip there."