I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 432 - 26 Am I East Emperor Taiyi?

Such a title is in effect a denial of their clan’s rule over the Four Seas in front of all Dragon Race.

The man carrying a sword, with a resolute expression, looked up at the elongated figure.

"Your Majesty, the Great Heavenly Venerate only conferred the title of West Sea Dragon Monarch."

Liang Hui smiled lightly, with a touch of laziness, and walked leisurely to the Imperial Throne, where he sat upright.

"Go back and have the Great Heavenly Venerate change my title," he said.

"As for the Peach Banquet, we’ll talk about that later."

The young man waved his hand casually.

In an instant, the Heavenly Court Envoy disappeared from sight.

For a moment, the palace was left with only the powerhouses from the Dragon Palace.

"Your Majesty, the Peach Banquet happens once every Chaotic Year, and this Chaotic Year, it has already taken place."

Dragon Lord responded gravely, his eyes filled with contemplation.

This action was illogical.

Liang Hui leaned back on the Imperial Throne, looking contented.

"Ha! The Peach Banquet?"

He certainly knew that the Peach Banquet had already been held, and that holding it again must mean something unusual was at play.

Furthermore, deducing the reason from the answers he had was not difficult.

Only a few matters could make the Celestial Court change its ancient rules.

’Just narrowed down the scope, have I?’

’Three Ji, one hundred eighty years, I could well advance further and stand shoulder to shoulder with those like Lu Zu.’

The youth’s eyes were fervent, like a burning sun.

With three hundred years of cultivation, he had exhausted the Pure Yang Resources of the Four Seas Dragon Clan, making the cultivation of the Pure Yang Path even more profound.

If he made some gains there, it’s not impossible to overturn the three existent supremacies and monopolize the Pure Yang Great Path.

The Peach Banquet wasn’t a dead chess game; it was a chess game yet to be finished.

Thousands of thoughts flitted through his mind.

After giving several instructions to the various members of the Dragon Clan, Liang Hui stood up and left.

The Dragon Palace.

Inside an ancient hall.

Numerous Jade Slips floated in midair, drifting about freely.

Liang Hui stood beneath the Jade Slips, reached out his hand, and grasped four light yellow slips.

In an instant, a brilliance spread from the Jade Slips, forming a pattern of light.

It was a vast sea, where one could faintly hear the sound of surging waves.

Strings of lines formed paths that emerged on the light pattern.

The lines crisscrossed dominantly, constantly spreading in all directions.

"Time, space, opening this map is not as simple as it seems."

If it weren’t for mastering Enter Dream, seeing through the incomplete aura, and understanding parts of the scene, the four Jade Slips would have remained covered in dust.

Liang Hui surveyed the pattern of light, watching the path’s endpoint, and muttered to himself:

"East Emperor?"

In this Era, only a few legends of this being existed, and he should have perished before the end of an Era.

Yet this title alone was enough to make all powerhouses solemn.

The first among male Immortals, Wood Lord, East Hua Purple Mansion’s Lesser Yang Lord.

The Pure Yang Path was surely involved, and to a profound extent.

Liang Hui waved his hand, collecting the Jade Slips, his figure gradually becoming insubstantial.

When he reappeared, he was in a secluded corner of the East Sea.

He reached out his hand and pinched an ancient Fist Seal, a one-eyed Candle Dragon’s phantom emerged behind Liang Hui.

Rustling!

Time fluctuated here, creating ripples after ripples.

The young man stepped forward and entered the River of Time, once vast and boundless.

To him, at this moment, it was but a stream that dampened the hem of his robe.

Liang Hui walked within the River, watching the waves rise one after another, witnessing era after era.

The phantom of the Candle Dragon behind him became more ethereal, cracks started to show, and it seemed about to shatter at any moment.

’Reached the limit?’

Ultimately, he hadn’t achieved Time Taoism Enlightenment, and even with the convenience of the Myriad Spirits Great Path and simulations, he was still lacking.

The youth’s eyes were profound, he flipped his hand over, and an ephemeral Copper Bell emerged between his fingers.

The Copper Bell was flawless, radiating an Immortal glow. The raging flow of the River of Time came to a standstill in an instant.

Liang Hui stepped forward, continuing his journey.

Time passed, and a mist gradually appeared, obscuring the view and causing everything to blur.

Directionless, without east or west, south or north, all concepts were clouded as the field of vision plunged into total darkness.

Liang Hui’s footsteps remained steady as he moved forward without pause.

In an instant or maybe for eternity, a beam of light burst forth, stabilizing time and space, restoring order to everything.

An indescribable hall appeared in the young man’s sight.

The hall was so vast as if it could stop the surging River of Time, yet so small that it stood among the dust—a very strange sensation.

"Eastern Prince!"

Liang Hui whispered, stepping on the stone floor, scanning the silver traces on the walls.

They were traces left at the time of the Great Dao’s destruction, which he had seen in the Land of Ruins.

However, the silver traces here were thicker, and the aura they contained furrowed Liang Hui’s brows.

Danger!

Extreme danger!!

Carefully walking, avoiding these traces, the young man continued on.

He quickly arrived in front of a mural. The moment he saw it, scenes flowed through his mind.

It was a vast sea emanating an ancient, vast aura, grand like the Boundary Sea, undulating and churning.

An island.

No!

It should be called a continent, a quarter the size of the Great Wilderness Continent, with Immortal Light rising and countless beings in ancient garb dwelling upon it, worshipping a majestic figure.

Suddenly, the sky split open, and myriad paths became nothingness.

An indescribable sun appeared, plummeting down, crashing into the island.

In that moment, the sea dried up, the island shattered into pieces, and the multitude of immortals perished in their wails.

Even the being known as the leader of male immortals only stirred a few ripples in the face of the falling sun before dying.

Only a timeless grudge that transcended space and time and endured the destruction of the Dao slowly came forth.

"Di Jun! East Emperor Taiyi!!"

Clang!

Liang Hui suddenly turned around, a phantom figure standing behind him, unknown since when.

Draped in a white robe, wearing a feathered crown, his face was ancient, his eyes calm and clear.

"Eastern Prince!"

Liang Hui whispered, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd at his waist trembling slightly, ready to unleash a deadly strike at any moment.

"Why exhibit such a demeanor at an old friend’s reunion."

The spectral figure in white chuckled softly, his hair billowing with the wind, exuding an air of ease.

Extending an arm, he pointed toward the mural in front and spoke word by word:

"How do you like this painting? Are you satisfied?"

"East Emperor Taiyi!"

Boom!

A thunderclap exploded in the young man’s heart, and the trembling red gourd suddenly stilled.

A mighty figure like the Eastern Prince could never misidentify a being, not even a mere trace of one.

The titles from the very first world he arrived at flashed through his mind: ’Tai Yi,’ ’Eastern Emperor,’

And a particular fondness for bell-shaped treasures.

Then the answer was clear.

A flood of thoughts surged in his mind, but all were immediately cut down in a moment’s time.

At this moment, Liang Hui felt a resolve and seriousness he had never known before.

"I am but myself, a farmer’s son from Huaiyuan Town—Liang Hui."

’A returnee from Blue Star.’

The latter sentence wasn’t spoken out loud, the thought flashing by and buried deep within his heart.

How could he possibly abandon all that he’d experienced to accept another identity?

"Liang Hui?"

The Eastern Prince was taken aback, picking up the solemnity in the young man’s voice.

A moment later, he let out a scoff.

"East Emperor Taiyi, if he could see his state now, his expression would undoubtedly be quite interesting," he said.

"But he will probably never have the chance, his life force was ground down by the Demon War, obliterating his Great Path."

"Zhao Taiyi from the Primordial Era was crowned the top and ground him into dust, leaving no possibility of his return in this lifetime."

"You are indeed no longer him!"