I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 387 - 71: The Flames of War Ignite, All Emperors Arrive
Chapter 387: Chapter 71: The Flames of War Ignite, All Emperors Arrive
Central Great Realm.
Qingyan King’s Faction, the place where successive clan leaders have offered their worship.
An old man full of wrinkles sat solemnly in front of his ancestors’ spirit tablets.
His vitality was extremely weak, carrying an aura of decay and aging, as his turbid eyes gazed upon one powerful prodigy after another.
"Good, truly good."
"This time, even if I were to meet the ancestors, I would have something to report, having accomplished the great deeds they never completed."
"Old Clan Leader, what nonsense are you talking about? Qingfeng has already gone to the Ancestor Hall to request the Precious Medicine for extending life. You surely can live another nine hundred years."
A burly man strode forward energetically toward the elder, his face full of urgency.
The old man waved his hands dismissively.
"This body has already reached its limit, do not waste the Precious Medicine. Save it for those who need it more."
His voice was weak, yet it carried an indescribable resolve.
Gradually, the elder’s consciousness began to blur and grow hazy. He seemed to return to that crisp morning eight hundred years ago.
A young man arrived from the mountains and came to the tribe, single-handedly slaughtering the Immortal Race and left all the spoils in the tribe.
Months thereafter, that young man stirred up great waves across the continent, altering the situation of the Human Race for thousands of years.
Although seas of blood soared to the heavens and battles raged ceaselessly, Kings fell like rain, and even an Emperor perished.
But then...
The elder’s consciousness suddenly cleared up. He passed through the main hall and saw a colossal city spanning thousands of miles.
People thronged the city, which was bustling and splendid.
The playful sounds of children, the whoosh of fists cutting through the air in training, and the chanting of Scriptures from schools continuously entered his consciousness.
Struggling to lift his head, he seemed to see something.
The old man’s wrinkled face gradually broke into a joyful smile. In this moment, he appeared as innocent as a child.
"A Human Race like this, we are willing to accept."
"High Priest, thank you!"
Immediately after, the elder’s consciousness plunged completely into darkness.
"Old Clan Leader!"
"Grandfather Clan Leader!!"
In just eight hundred years, the elder who had elevated a minor tribe to the status of a Royal Clan, passed away.
A slender figure stood in midair, calmly watching the farewell unfolding before him.
The first person he saw upon entering this realm had now died.
Moments later, a gust of wind blew, and the young figure in the sky had vanished.
...
Outside the Central Great Realm.
Ribbons and lines threaded through the Boundary Sea, intertwining and entangling to form chains.
They enveloped the entire Central Great Realm, forming a net that nearly covered it completely.
And it perfected rapidly, checking and patching any weaknesses.
"Soon! Very soon!"
"In no more than a hundred years, this Great Net will be fully completed; then, the Human Race will no longer have any means to threaten us."
A graceful figure stood outside the world, looking down at the dense runes with excitement flashing in her eyes.
"The Buddha Clan’s Great Formation is already complete, and this net is just half a step away. When the time comes, I will devour the Human Race completely."
The Ghost Race Emperor, standing by the woman’s side, had a fierce look in his eyes.
A hundred years, for an Emperor, was merely a moment.
They seemed to see the High Priest’s death, the Fu Yue Emperor’s death, and the defeat of the Human Race.
Suddenly, the world fell silent, and the void solidified. An extremely bright golden light emerged in the Asura Empress’s field of vision.
The golden light expanded rapidly, filling her sight in less than a millionth of a moment.
Danger!
Danger!!
Extreme danger!!!
Every bit of her flesh was issuing a warning, yet she couldn’t move an inch.
Or rather, it was too late.
This long-premeditated attack was too fast, too absolute, severing all her chances of survival.
She lifted her head desperately, trying to see into the distance. She seemed to see a pair of cold, merciless eyes.
As high as the heavens, as indifferent as a deity.
"Liang... Hui"
Sizzles!
An unparalleled spear tip pierced through Chaos, nailing into her brow.
In an instant, her soul perished, and her Taoism Enlightenment shattered.
Blood flowed down the War Spear.
She was dead!
The Asura Empress was instantly slain!
At that moment, one roar after another echoed through the Boundary Sea.
One after another, terrifying figures appeared in the Boundary Sea, staring at the collapsed corpse floating in the void, their eyes filled with a bone-chilling murderous intent.
But deep within their eyes, there was also a hint of fear.
With one strike, he had slain an Emperor. Even though he had the advantage of a surprise attack, there was no denying the High Priest had grown stronger.
The Ghost Race Emperor stared blankly at the corpse beside him, feeling the Emperor Blood splatter on his cheek, his heart filled with anger but inevitably also a sense of relief.
It had almost been him who died.
The Ghost Race Emperor, his gaze falling, looked towards the slender figure standing within the Central Great Realm.
"High Priest, do you only resort to such sneak attacks, such low tactics?"
"Dare you come out and battle me to death!"
The ghostly chill froze space and time, causing pitch-black snowflakes to fall in the void.
Liang Hui’s mouth curled up, flicking the blood off the tip of his spear, stepping forward one step at a time.
Under the incredulous gaze of several Emperors, he stepped out of the Central Great Realm and stood within the Boundary Sea.
Blue Robe fluttering, War Spear spanning the sky, he possessed a peerless grace that made all beings admire.
"Come, battle to the death."
Boom!
The Ghost Race Emperor’s body trembled slightly.
How dare the other party be so unbridled, so confident.
A thousand words echoed in his heart, eventually fading into silence.
His steps faltered, one after another, as he retreated.
He was afraid!
"Ha!" A scornful laugh echoed through the Boundary Sea.
All the Emperors fell silent, their aura rising relentlessly, as they stared intently at the young man stepping out of the ancestral land.
An imposing figure shrouded in Immortal mist moved forward.
With each step, the Boundary Sea trembled, and the void stirred ripples. A freezing, sinister murderous intent spread through the vast void.
"I will battle you to death, dare you move away from our ancestral land."
Liang Hui’s hand moved backward, caressing the world barrier, as he chuckled softly.
"Yes!"
His steps moved again, standing millions of miles away from the Central Great Realm under the hopeful gaze of the Emperors.
At this moment, the Emperors’ eyes shifted, carrying a mysterious meaning.
At such a distance, as long as they could hold the Human Race High Priest briefly, they could instantly freeze time and space and swarm him for the kill.
It wouldn’t take long, three breaths would be enough.
The youth’s arms rose horizontally, the Immortal War Spear in his palm radiating a dazzling light, the spear tip rusty red and translucent, containing the will to pierce through everything.
At that moment, Liang Hui’s gaze was indifferent as he faced the approaching Immortal Race Emperor.
"One spear!"
"Mad..."
Boom!
The young man’s arm slightly retracted, a simple yet extreme action, and in an instant, millions of voids shattered, revealing the vast Chaos.
He looked ahead, his arm suddenly thrust forward.
Stab!
A very succinct action, but it caused all the Emperors’ expressions to change drastically, especially the Immortal Race Emperor, whose expression was extremely solemn.
Liang Hui disappeared, with only the vast Chaos, and only one War Spear bridging across the Chaos.
Instead of calling it a War Spear, it was more like a golden tree, the trunk being the spear shaft, and the crown being the spear tip, radiating a devouring sharpness.
