I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 395 - 79 Divine Emperor: Why aren’t you laughing now?
Chapter 395: Chapter 79 Divine Emperor: Why aren’t you laughing now?
"Undying, unyielding?"
A smirk played upon Liang Hui’s lips as his eyes glinted with amusement.
"You’re worthy?"
With a slight lean, an extremely simple motion,
the billions of miles of void could no longer sustain themselves, crashing into pieces, revealing the vast Chaos.
A domineering presence emerged in the present world, a will of I am invincible, permeating Chaos, pushing everything, whether tangible or intangible, aside.
His arm rose, fingers spreading then clenching, as if a universe, the fabric of space and time, were held within his palm, and then, with a fierce thrust, he punched out.
Boom!!
In the instant the punch was thrown, billions of miles of Chaos vanished!
An unimaginable radiance of the punch filled Chaos instantly, as if it were cleaving this expanse of space from within the Boundary Sea!
Mighty Qi-Blood and unparalleled Fistful Intent, beneath the pale fist’s edge.
With a thunderous force, he stabbed forward!
In that moment, the divine emperor of the Celestial Race, once sacred and supreme, resembled a candle in the wind, a ship upon the sea, bobbing within the light of the punch, on the brink of capsizing and collapsing.
Along with their world behind them, undulated like grains of sand.
"High Priest!!!"
A skyward howl, a desperate scream.
The opponent’s strength surpassed his imagination, rendering all of his preparations futile.
Endless radiance burst from the body of the Celestial Race emperor, but it only caused ripples in the punch’s light.
The next moment, the edge of the punch had already struck his body.
Thump!
Flesh splattered, bones scattered, and consciousness sank into oblivion.
One punch!
The Celestial Race emperor fell just the same as the Wing Clan emperor, with no difference at all.
Liang Hui stepped forward, arriving above the Celestial Race’s world, his gaze falling, watching each of the desperate Celestials.
What should have been a holy, divine world was now a scene of withered desolation and despair.
Ignorant beings stared, transfixed at the figure outside their world.
Liang Hui’s hand gently brushed across the world, annihilating all life.
With that, one after another, Emperor Relics sprang forth from the world, and even the world itself turned into a bright pearl, collected into his embrace.
From then on, the mightiest clan among the Hundred Clans—the Celestial Race—was completely obliterated.
Liang Hui withdrew his hand, his gaze profound, once again extracting a whiff of king-level energy, starting to Enter Dream.
...
In an unknown part of the Boundary Sea.
A massive world was slowly moving forward.
This world, shining with divine brilliance on the surface, but through that light, one could see the chilling darkness and the wailing and screaming.
Soul after soul spiraled in the heavens and earth.
Resentment, hatred, suffering, sorrow..., all sorts of negative emotions, permeating the Vast Heavens and the earth.
A palace constructed of white bones stood at the center of the world, at the deepest place of Heaven’s Will.
An emperor shrouded in ghostly fog sat against the Bone Imperial Throne, overlooking the squabbling clan members below the steps.
"Your Majesty, I propose that we reduce the consumption of the Human Race’s souls,"
"We have strayed far from our ancestral lands, and we can no longer capture the Human Race at will for bone extraction and soul refining. We must be more frugal."
"What’s the hurry? Our clan has bred plenty of the Human Race. Let them breed more extensively, their offspring infinite, how could souls ever be in short supply?"
A scornful laughter echoed throughout the palace.
All the Ghost Race had an air of arrogance, even the emperor seated on the throne wore a satisfied expression.
Fifty years into this journey, he believed the Ghost Race was safe.
It was now time to strengthen themselves with all their might, in hope of one day returning to their ancestral lands.
Suddenly, the face of the Ghost Race emperor lost his languid look, filled with astonishment, as he stared blankly ahead.
Creak!
The bone-crafted palace doors were pushed open, and a tall figure stepped through.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The crisp sound of footsteps overwhelmed the derisive laughter, casting the once-joyous palace into silence.
The Ghost Race faces were filled with terror; the black fog around them was twisting.
"Laugh! Why have you stopped laughing!!"
Liang Hui’s words were gentle, but his gaze was as cold and bleak as the winter chill.
He glanced over each member of the Ghost Race, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a grin. It gradually widened:
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
His unrestrained laughter, carrying an extremely dominant will, thunderously descended upon the entire palace.
In that moment, the kings of the Ghost Race burst apart.
Their pitch-black blood and ghastly white bones covered the entire palace.
When the laughter stopped, the kings were all dead.
Liang Hui looked up at the crumbling body of the Ghost Race Emperor, raised his arm, and suddenly reached forward.
In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the void, shattered the ghostly fog, and placed his hand upon its skull.
Boom!
The Imperial Throne exploded, the palace tore apart, and mountains and rivers turned to ruins.
A creature with pitch-black skin and a ferocious face was pinned to the ground by the young man.
It kept roaring and struggling, but it couldn’t make the hand on its skull move in the slightest.
"Insects like you also dare to insult my people!"
The hand on the skull gradually exerted force, and more cracks appeared on the head of the Ghost Race Emperor.
The smile on Liang Hui’s face became more unrestrained and unbridled.
"Go ahead and fall with your powerless, inferior race!"
Bang!
The body exploded, its lifeblood and vitality were instantly extinguished.
Taoism Enlightenment and soul, both vanished.
The young man stood up, the Human Emperor Banner flying out from his hair, standing tall in the Vault of Heaven.
The banner fluttered and waved, unleashing endless Immortal Qi that swept across the entire world.
In a few breaths, apart from the Human Race, all living beings were devoured by the Green Banner.
The young man ascended to the heavens, with the Green Banner behind him, looking down upon the Human Race prostrating in gratitude on the ground, his expression indifferent and calm.
He only ever saved others when he wished to, unrelated to thanks or benefits, only in line with his own heart.
After casting one last glance at the liberated Human Race below,
Liang Hui took a step forward, leaving this world behind, shrinking it, and taking it into his embrace.
The young man sensed the eighty-four pearls in his embrace, his expression one of satisfaction.
The Hundred Clans were just a general term; after his verification, it was certain that there were only eighty-four clans.
And the Ghost Race was the last major clan to attempt escape.
With their destruction, this hunt could be said to be complete.
All Hundred Clans have been slaughtered; all enemies laid to rest!
With forty-three Emperor Relics in his embrace, he could now concentrate all his efforts on breaking through, ready to step into ’Immortal’.
A myriad of thoughts arose in his mind, all consolidating into determination.
Only he understood the countless hardships he faced along the way.
He took strides towards the direction of the Central Great Realm.
This time, he did not use ’Enter Dream’, but instead, step by step, he measured the Boundary Sea, experiencing different landscapes.
One year!
Two years!
Three years!
He wandered the Boundary Sea for three years before he finally returned to the Central Great Realm.
Along the way, his restless heart gradually calmed, a myriad of Fist Techniques were summarized and refined, giving way to innovation.
He was ready.
And with Liang Hui’s arrival in the Central Great Realm, with the pile of Hundred Clans corpses in front of the Ancestor’s Hall, as news of the near extinction of the Hundred Clans spread,
The entire Human Race boiled over in excitement.
Some were ecstatic, some drank themselves into a stupor, some worshiped their ancestors.
The Human Race plunged into a frenzy.
In this generation, they achieved the great feats that even their ancestors had not completed.
Inside the Human Clan Hall, all kings bowed, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked upon the young man draped in the Blue Robe.
At this moment, their hearts were filled with unprecedented sincerity and gratitude.
"All Hundred Clans have been annihilated, our clan flourishes, please High Priest, ascend to be Emperor!!"
