I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 452 - 46: Perfection, Dragon Emperor Not Dragon

Dragon Palace, within a secret chamber.

Several True Dragons of Immortal stature sat in chairs, their expressions extremely grave.

"Dragon Duke, did you feel it?"

The red-robed elder sitting in the main seat maintained a calm demeanor, his gaze lowered and inscrutable, obscuring his thoughts from all living beings.

How could it not feel the surging Qi-Blood of the Dragon Emperor, which had no relation to the Dragon Race whatsoever?

Hu~

A breath of turbid air was exhaled.

Dragon Duke glanced around at the True Dragons, each with a solemn expression.

Slap!

A palm struck the table, carrying a murderous intent.

"His Majesty is the Xuan Shui Supreme, Supreme Dragon Emperor, bestowed by the Celestial Court. Do not overthink this."

"Any who defy will not need His Majesty to act, I will personally execute them!"

The bone-chilling murderous aura filled the secret chamber, silencing all the True Dragons.

After a moment, a hoarse voice emerged from among the dragons:

"It should be so, His Majesty unifying the Four Seas, slaying the Six Imperial, confronting the Heavenly Venerate directly, let all ill thoughts disperse."

"We know it should be so!"

"Yes, we, loyal to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, would never defy him."

Voices of agreement echoed through the space.

A Dragon Race internal meeting thus hastily concluded.

Upon leaving the secret chamber, Dragon Duke hesitated briefly before heading towards the place of His Majesty’s closed-door cultivation.

Gazing at the towering palace, Dragon Duke extended his hand and knocked on the great door.

Thump! Thump!

"Your Majesty, Dragon Duke has important matters to report."

Creak!

The door slowly opened, revealing the hall.

"Come in."

Hearing this, Dragon Duke’s body slightly bent as he took small steps into the hall.

Upon entering, his pupils contracted sharply.

He saw a figure in a blue robe, with a Taoist Sword at his waist and a War Spear on his back.

The man’s face bore an eight-parts resemblance to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor but carried an added gentleness, like the warm sun at dawn soothing the heart.

The man’s handsome features played with a green bell, his gaze peacefully resting on him.

Dragon Duke bowed even more deeply, as if carrying the weight of Great Yue, every move profoundly difficult.

"Dragon Duke of the Four Seas, pays homage to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!" Dragon Duke knelt down, his forehead touching the ground.

This bow acknowledged the Dragon Race’s recognition of the man before him, also hoping the man before him would recognize the Dragon Emperor’s status.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall became oppressive, eerily silent.

Dragon Duke’s expression grew even more solemn and sincere; he could not imagine the consequences if the person before him did not recognize the Dragon Emperor’s status.

Drops of sweat slid down his cheeks.

Time passed, whether a moment or an eternity.

A gentle voice finally resonated in the hall.

"Rise, Dragon Duke, there’s no need for such grand gestures between us."

Liang Hui’s hand lifted slightly.

An indescribable force had already lifted Dragon Duke.

Without considering the emperor’s strength, Dragon Duke’s heart completely relaxed.

The other had recognized the Dragon Emperor’s status.

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, retracting his hand and looking up.

As if he saw that Divine Being who ruled over the Great Wilderness, and behind that Divine Being, three indefinable majestic presences.

The youth’s gaze became focused, his expression gentle.

"Years of cultivation, finally standing at the origin of the Pure Yang Great Path."

"From now on, all under the Dragon Palace may step onto the Pure Yang Path."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great kindness, we will never forget!"

The dragon elder’s gaze was intense, standing at the origin of the Pure Yang Great Path, which meant exclusively possessing an entire Great Path.

Being able to freely control the Taoism Principle Rivers, as long as the dragon race entered with his permission, they would inevitably make rapid progress.

In the future, if the Dragon Emperor were to advance to Great Luo, then those of the dragon race cultivating the Pure Yang Path would certainly give rise to many powerful beings.

This was a tremendous blessing for a race and would become the strongest foundation for the dragon race.

Although they could never attain the path during their lifetimes, ninety-nine percent of the dragon race originally had no chance at attaining the path anyway.

Liang Hui nodded his head, waving his hand to signal for the dragon elder to leave.

With the dragon elder gone, only the young man remained inside the palace.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, a green pearl floating in front of him.

This was the greatest gain from the battle, the lifelong cultivation of the Wood Great Path by Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Extremes, sufficient to allow him to rapidly advance on the Wood Great Path.

Once again occupying an entire Great Path.

Liang Hui reached out with his palm, gently caressing the pearl, feeling the warmth coming from his palm.

Yet his eyes bore a contemplative look as he pondered how his "future self" had managed to slay Great Luo under the ranks of Great Luo.

He now occupied a source of a path, and though he feared no enemies, he was still far, far from matching a Great Luo.

"Not just one path has occupied its source, there might be opportunities I am unaware of."

Liang Hui speculated in his heart.

However, he did not pay too much attention to it; when his four paths were completed, merging with his true self, truly beginning to advance towards Taiyi and Great Luo, he could similarly achieve such feats.

What he needed to do now was to fully comprehend the Wood Great Path, quickly occupy the source of the Great Path, and perfect his cultivation on the Wood Great Path.

...

Human Race, White Cloud Cave.

A speck of dust fell, entered the Divine Mountain Cave, and finally reached the deep Light Gate.

A figure clad in a black robe and wearing a dark gold mask appeared deep within Heaven’s Will.

The Long Spear behind Liang Hui trembled slightly, as if complaining about something.

"The remains of Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Extremes are still useful, next time I will let you devour the Six Imperial after I slay them again," he said with a low chuckle, hand caressing the Long Spear.

Moments later, his smile faded, and he looked into the distance.

"Supreme Elder, Emperor of the Human Race has summoned many powerful beings to initiate a meeting; please join, Supreme Elder."

A respectful voice came from beyond the world.

"Alright, I’ll be right there."

Liang Hui nodded, knowing that this meeting was probably called because of the recent fierce battle.

The young man carried the Long Spear on his back, took a step forward.

As the sky spun and the stars shifted, he had already left the world and appeared within a palace.

This palace was quite plain, constructed of stone blocks, with several stone Imperial Thrones standing on either side.

On each Imperial Throne, Immortals were seated, surrounded by Immortal Light.

Under the friendly gazes of various beings, Liang Hui stepped forward, climbed the stairs, and sat firmly beside the Nine-Headed Clan.

"The Supreme Elder has arrived; let us begin this meeting," said the Nine-headed Clan with a steady expression and serious eyes.

As his words fell, attendants by the side quickly moved to the doors, closing them and leaving the Stone Hall.

At the same time, a mysterious force began to rise within the palace.

It blurred the machinations of fate, halted time, and turned everything upside down.

This was a Secret Technique unique to the Human Race, ensuring no information could be transmitted or derived.

"The death of Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Extremes, the personal arrival of the Great Heavenly Venerate, and the occupation of the Pure Yang Great Path by the Supreme Dragon Emperor—each event could shake the world," said the Nine-headed Clan, his eyes slightly squinting, scanning the many powerful beings, his voice gradually adopting an unidentifiable intonation:

"However, these monumental events, for us the Human Race, are all to be postponed."

"You should have sensed that very bloodline of the Dragon Emperor."

"He is of the Human Race!"

Boom!

The entire Stone Hall erupted as they had sensed it but somewhat could not believe it.

However, when the Human Emperor of the Nine-headed Clan personally confirmed it, all the Human Race Immortals were emotionally charged.

A powerful being capable of facing the Great Heavenly Venerate, an invincible one who consecutively slew the Six Imperial, a hopeful who could attain Great Luo.

Enough to lead the entire Human Race to become one of the sovereigns of the Primordial Continent.