I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 440 - 34 This swordsmanship move is prepared for you, Lü Zu.

Chapter 440: Chapter 34 This swordsmanship move is prepared for you, Lü Zu.

"Again!"

Lu Dongbin bellowed lowly, his palm turning as he made another slash.

Billions of sword lights burst forth simultaneously.

Some vast, some sharp, some fierce, some resolute, some detached, some ruthless...

An infinite number of sword lights, shuttling and leaping amidst layers of chaos, colliding and interweaving with each other, formed varied worlds of sword light.

They enveloped Liang Hui from all directions.

Liang Hui raised his arm, pulling it slightly backward, then thrust out with extreme speed.

In the blink of an eye, he pierced through the layers of void; everywhere he passed turned into a blend of chaos and nothingness, with only the flickering of crimson gold sword light.

Every tangible and intangible thing was constrained on top of the sword light, turning into kindling that blazed fiercely, pushing this sword light even further to its utmost limit.

The next instant, the crimson gold sword light had already pierced the world of infinite Sword Qi.

Bang bang bang~~~

Countless worlds were penetrated in an instant, scattering and fragmenting.

But even more worlds were formed within the pure red sword light, once again covering Liang Hui.

Lu Dongbin looked serious as he pressed down with his arm.

"Your sword is lacking a little."

Liang Hui remained silent, watching the crimson gold sword light that continued to penetrate worlds.

Although its sharpness remained, its brilliance remained, its dazzle remained, it ultimately began to show a trace of weakening.

Huff~

A breath of turbid air was exhaled.

Liang Hui chuckled lightly.

This was all within his expectations; even if he had entered the dreams of countless beings, learned the Infinite Sword Technique, and had innovated upon it.

But compared with Lu Dongbin, a sword practitioner who had lived for tens of billions of years, or perhaps even longer, there was bound to be a gap in the sword path with his three thousand years of cultivation.

It was a pity he couldn’t try out his fist technique, lest it raise suspicion from the Buddhist Sect and end up being unsightly.

However...

"Lu ancestor, I have prepared a special sword just for you."

"A sword that has been honed from endless slaughter."

Liang Hui whispered, a sword technique he devised while combating against the Blood Sea Mural, the twin swords of Abi and Yuan Tu, and the Slaughter Sword Path.

His palm lightly gripped the sword hilt, slowly retracted, ignoring the crumbling crimson gold sword light.

Tiny sparks of fire spontaneously appeared, carrying an indescribably warm feeling, converging toward the Crimson Cloud Dao Sword like fireflies.

At the same time, a series of hazy images flickered within the firelight.

There was a fox and a snake supporting each other as they grew; an old woman mending clothes with a tender gaze at the young boy beside her; a child walking on the grasslands led by a rough large hand; as well as a joyful wife greeting her returning husband...

The images kept changing, and the flames continued to burn.

Eventually, the fox and the snake became supreme Demon Emperors, the old woman’s cherished young boy became an ancestor of the Taoist path of a realm, the child walking on the grasslands became one of the six saints of the Lightshine Realm, and that returning husband became the first emperor of the human race of the Central Great Realm...

The hearts of people, demons, immortals, and all living beings, the most heartwarming and unforgettable brightness, converged onto the sword blade.

Liang Hui looked up at the collapsing infinite worlds, his face warm:

"This sword is called ’The Lights of a Thousand Homes,’ please, have a taste!"

As his words drifted, he had already made a slow slash.

There was no earth-shattering force, no overwhelming presence that could topple everything, and no imperiousness of an emperor punishing the insolent, only a warmth that could hardly be considered fierce, and assimilation.

The worlds of sword light instantly dissolved, turning into warm firelight.

Traversing the void, cutting through chaos, carrying the firelight, it gently brushed past Lu Dongbin’s body.

In an instant, all the noise and commotion caused by the immortal power and sword light turned into silence.

Lu Dongbin slowly sheathed his longsword, looking distantly at the young man, his expression filled with reminiscence:

"I saw the stern master, the junior sister who often shared honey, and the senior brother who liked to act mature."

With each word spoken, a sword scar appeared on his body.

In an instant, thirty slashes traversed his entire body.

The immortal body, at this moment, seemed as fragile as paper.

Lu Dongbin acted as though unfazed, his reminiscing gaze slowly fading as he stroked his palms:

"I had always thought that a more fierce and aggressive Sword Path would be honed in bloodshed, yet it turned out to be such a Sword."

"Truly a memorable experience."

Crisp applause echoed across the entire Boundary Sea.

Streaks of crimson blood sprayed from the body, scattering across the vast expanse of the Boundary Sea.

The soul was being obliterated, the Taoism Enlightenment fading away, and Lv Dongbin was walking toward death.

The Taoist lowered his hand, resting it on the hilt of the sword:

"My era lies in the past, along with my relatives, friends, and mentors. This place has never belonged to me."

As he murmured softly, his body died completely and turned into dust.

Only a cluster of Taoism Principle remained, hovering in its original place.

From then on, the Pure Yang Emperor, one of the Heavenly Court Six Emperors, had fallen.

Liang Hui stretched out his hand, beckoning lightly, and the Pure Yang Taoism Principle floated into his palm.

Pocketing the Pure Yang Taoism Principle, the young man, with one hand on his sword, staggered towards the depths of Chaos.

The battle had reached this point, and he was exhausted; it was time for him to leave.

As for Xi He, once she comprehended the Pure Yang Great Path of the True Lord of Fire Virtue and Lv Dongbin, would she still be an issue?

Suddenly, a sneer cut through the Boundary Sea.

Time blurred at this moment; it was hard to tell whether it was an instant or a myriad of years.

Boom!!!

An immense sound shook the Boundary Sea, stirring up huge waves, tossing universes around like droplets amidst the Chaos!

A white light pierced through the endless dark Chaos, illuminating the heavens and penetrating all realms!

Countless powerful beings turned their heads, witnessing a white light, and within that white light, a terrifying hand!

"Another being approaching the Great Path Origin has acted!"

"Who is it? Who exactly is hunting down the Dragon Emperor?"

"Could it be the Goddess Xi He who has made a move?"

The immortals of the Great Wilderness Realm whispered among themselves, engaging in conversation; such might could only belong to a being close to the Great Path Origin.

While the immortals speculated, a deep voice vibrated through time and space.

"Xi He, I’m here to help you ascend to Pure Yang."

’It’s Emperor Qinghua of the East Extreme!’

Liang Hui’s eyes were cold, as he made his judgment. The Immortal-Slaying Gourd at his waist trembled, ready to unleash an unparalleled strike at any moment.

At the same time, a beautiful figure stood in the midst of the Boundary Sea, her body enveloped in red mist, with three thousand universes swirling around her, each universe with countless gods and demons kneeling and praying.

The woman reached out her hand, probing forward, blocking the path of the white light.

"Xi He!!!!"

"The Great Path lies before you, what are you doing?"

The voice, mixed with anger and confusion, echoed.

The scene in the Boundary Sea left the gathering of immortals stunned, and it also halted Liang Hui from activating the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

Under Liang Hui’s gaze, the two palms met in the Boundary Sea, stirring up immeasurable waves, obscuring the vision of all beings.

When the waves dissipated, only Xi He was left standing alone in the vast Boundary Sea.

Turning around!

She walked step by step towards Liang Hui.

Slap!

Halted a million miles away, Xi He stopped walking and surveyed the injured young man.

She stretched out her hand and waved it gently, a divine light rose up, concealing their forms.

They faced each other.

After a long while, Xi He was the first to speak:

"You’re still the same as before, my dear nephew!"

Liang Hui’s eyes were profound, his hands gripping the Taoist Sword, as he quietly gazed at the woman, waiting for her ensuing words.

His body was tense, ready to strike at any moment.

He did not believe that at the doorstep of the Great Path, this stranger before his eyes would give up her past cultivation based on an identity of questionable authenticity.