I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 390 - 74 The High Priest is trapped, not dead!

Liang Hui fought in numerous realms throughout his life, encountering countless enemies, yet never once did he retreat an inch.

’Enter Dream’ for nearly a thousand years, he battled ceaselessly, never defeated in bloodied war.

His will was the utmost pure and refined, unchanged by hundreds or even tens of thousands of deaths.

"Kill!"

Liang Hui’s voice thundered as he launched punches within the Great Formation, his punch as dominant as ever.

In an instant, he had destroyed a great amount of Buddha Light, but more Buddha Light appeared, assaulting him. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Infinite and unending!

"This Array, although not set by our true bodies, is still not something you can break through at this moment."

The Buddha stood at the dragon’s tail, his Kasaya fluttering, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

Liang Hui completely ignored the Buddha’s words, instead finely sensing the Array, not even throwing a punch to test it.

Destruction and creation seemed endless, all efforts seemingly futile.

Yet deep in the youth’s eyes, ripples began to stir.

This place was of great benefit to his cultivation.

His punches shone brilliantly, shattering the Buddhist Text, his Qi-Blood soaring skywards, intertwining with the Buddha Light.

The Buddha transformed from the Mysterious Light furrowed his brow.

In this state, they were utterly incapable of bringing Liang Hui back to Spirit Mountain.

However, the furrowed brows soon smoothed out; as long as they could suppress the youth, they would have achieved their main objective.

But the Buddha’s heart still carried a thread of worry, his gaze lifted as if he saw three towering figures, in the Great Path River, in the River of Time, within all sights’ reach, clashing and confronting each other.

’True Spirit incomplete, can it truly not occupy the Great Path Origin?’

The chaotic thoughts in his heart were quickly severed.

The Buddha’s gaze returned to the Great Formation, watching the figure that triumphed over golden light, he just needed to keep an eye on this person.

The Buddhist Sect could not bear, the fall of the last Buddha Ancestor.

The Emperors looked at the grand Array, their eyes filled with caution, staring fixedly at the five Buddhas.

The few sentences exchanged just now, they had heard all of it, meaning that the five Emperors before them had been replaced by a force known as the Buddhist Sect.

"Such deep scheming, we are all mere pawns to you, aren’t we?" The Wing Clan Emperor spoke with an icy tone, dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He nearly participated in the Buddha Clan’s Array practice, unwittingly becoming a vessel for the coming.

"You think too much, Emperor, these four have karmic ties with our Buddha," said one Buddha, his face embodying compassion as he sat cross-legged.

The Buddha transformed from the Mysterious Light brought his hands together in prayer.

"Emperors, our goal is the same, to trap this Human Race High Priest," he said.

"Everything else is irrelevant to us, you decide."

For a moment, the Emperors’ gazes flickered, various thoughts crossing their minds.

Finally, they all turned their eyes to the Central Great Realm.

"Is it possible to kill the Human Race High Priest?" the Celestial Race Emperor suddenly asked.

The Buddha shook his head, his eyes lowered, "This Array is meant to suppress and transform, its power to kill is slightly weaker."

The Demon can only be suppressed and trapped, never killed, otherwise, that person would fill the last gap in his True Spirit.

An entity who occupies the Five Elements Great Path Origin is something neither the Buddha Clan nor the Demon Tribe’s Demon Masters want to see.

The Celestial Race Emperor, upon hearing this, frowned with dissatisfaction rising in the depths of his eyes.

This action, hardly different from letting the Human Race High Priest go, as long as he lived, the threat remained.

Sigh~

A breath of turbid air exhaled, the Celestial Race Emperor turned and walked away.

The other Emperors, having thought of something, glanced at the five Buddhas and then left for their own worlds,

None attacking the Central Great Realm.

The five Buddhas wore different expressions as they watched the departing Emperors.

"Brother, when has our Buddhist Sect fallen so low? A group of little ones who’ve just stepped into ’Immortal’ dare to act this way," said a sorrowful voice, emanating from the seated Buddha.

"And the Mountain King, that False Buddha..."

"Amitabha!" A chant of Buddha interrupted the speech.

The Buddha formed from the Mysterious Light slowly sat down, his face serious.

"Brother, you are too attached, the affairs of the Buddha Ancestor are not for us to discuss."

"The successive passing of our senior brothers is also the unyielding way of the Great Path."

"Brother, your teaching is correct."

The Buddha nodded, no longer speaking.

For a moment, the world outside the Central World fell silent.

Standing in the center, the Buddha formed by the Mysterious Light quietly recited the Buddhist Scriptures, yet he unconsciously felt a trace of sadness rise in his heart.

No one would have thought that the peacock, given hope by both the Buddha and Demon lineages, deemed certain to occupy one of the sources of the Great Path,

would be brutally killed by a junior, leading to an eternal and tragic slaughter.

One by one, senior brothers died, vanishing into the passage of years, even a Buddha Ancestor...

Worthless! Truly worthless!!

Even with his Buddha’s heart, he couldn’t help but curse silently.

But that one has not yet occupied the origin of the Great Path, we still have hope of victory.

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The sea changes into mulberry fields, the world turns, fifty years have passed.

In these fifty years, the Central Great Realm was peaceful and tranquil; apart from an eternal golden sun added to the sky, there were no other abnormalities.

No attack from the Hundred Clans, nor any assassination by Emperors occurred.

However, many Emperors of the Exotic Races directly dragged their worlds away from the vicinity of the Central Great Realm, disappearing into the vast Boundary Sea.

While most of the weaker Exotic Races sent various gifts, indicating their intent for reconciliation.

In the Human Race’s great hall, kings stood in rows, all turning their gaze toward the youthfully gentle middle-aged man seated on the Imperial Throne.

"Your Highness, the Wing Clan has sent three pairs of Golden Wings as a gesture of reconciliation."

"Accept them," said the effeminate man dressed in Imperial Robe, wearing the Twelve Diadems Crown, leaning against the Imperial Throne, his face with a smile.

"Wait!"

A king stepped out of the crowd, a woman whose body emitted a cold and chilling aura.

"Ice King, do you have an objection?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed slightly; he recognized this woman. She was from his Fu family’s Emperor Bloodline and had spoken out against that person alongside Fu Xiao.

"Your Highness, the High Priest said before leaving that we shall never accept the submission of the eighteen major tribes."

"Heh, High Priest!" the middle-aged man let out a playful laugh.

Looking up at the sky, it seemed as if he saw that golden sun hanging in the Vault of Heaven.

"The High Priest’s words were from fifty years ago. Now that the situation has changed, of course, the decision should be made accordingly."

"Your Highness, such disobedience..."

"Enough, Ice King."

"Remember, it was my grandfather—the Fu Yue Emperor—who secured millions of years of vitality for the Human Race, awaiting today’s victory."

"As his bloodline, can’t I even accept gifts of submission?"

The middle-aged man’s tone was icy cold, his gaze even more chilling and harsh.

His gaze swept over the standing kings, and he spoke word by word with sincerity:

"I know many of you bear grudges against the Exotic Races, but what’s most important for humans is to look forward."

"Now that the Exotic Races are willing to submit to our Human Race, isn’t that a rare opportunity?"

"Why not set up contracts, sign Great Path documents, and enjoy eternal peace?"

The great hall fell into silence for a moment.

Such a great matter, the one before them had no right to decide. The decision had always been in the hands of only two people.

But since this Highness had spoken thus, it gave cause for deep thought.

For a long time, for a very long time!

A mysterious voice rose, not knowing from whom it came, drifting through the palace.

"The High Priest is merely trapped, not dead!"

"Do you all wish to experience another reckoning?"