I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 457 - 51: Two Hundred Years, No Further Progress!

Chapter 457: Chapter 51: Two Hundred Years, No Further Progress!

Liang Hui looked at the vanishing Divine Beings and sighed deeply:

"Fire Cloud Cave, Longsword, it indeed was this Human Ancestor."

A moment later, no longer emotional, he redirected his gaze back to the longsword.

The sword was seven feet long, its body made of brass color. One side was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and the other side with mountains, rivers, and vegetation. Through the sword body, one could vaguely see the scenes of people tilling the land with fire and the unyielding spirit of the Human Race.

It was a Human Path Sword, also a Sword of Myriad Spirits.

Liang Hui reached out and grasped the hilt.

He exerted force!

Crackle!

The sword body was fully revealed.

Liang Hui’s free hand reached out and caressed it gently.

He sensed the boundless array of human emotions from the Vast Boundary Sea—joy, happiness, resentment; all were so clear.

This sword was at least of the Great Luo Level, if not higher.

The young man’s hand left the sword body.

A flip!

A pitch-black scabbard appeared in his palm.

Clang!

The Xuanyuan Sword was sheathed, and the auras of all things, Myriad Spirits, and the Human Dao converged.

Suddenly, a sound of astonishment came from Liang Hui’s embrace.

A crystal-clear Red Gourd trembled slightly; a small figure sat sternly amidst murderous aura, its gaze peering through the gourd at the Xuanyuan Sword in the youth’s hand.

"Xuanyuan Sword!!!"

"This is one of the three royal weapons of the Human Race; how come it’s in your hands?"

"Elder, you’re awake."

Liang Hui smiled lightly and took a step forward.

"It was personally bestowed by the Elder Xuanyuan."

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd had been in slumber since slaying the Gouchen Emperor in the River of Time, using the resources bestowed upon it to fully restore itself.

It had awoken this time, likely roused by the aura of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Clearly unaware of what had just transpired.

"Xuanyuan Clan, to actually lend this sword to you!"

The small figure stood up in shock, the murderous aura in the gourd boiling and bursting into beams of white light.

With the restoration of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, some of its memories gradually returned.

The three Human Emperors had quite a conflict with this ’East Emperor Taiyi,’ often engaging in fierce battles.

Liang Hui stopped his steps in front of the incense burner, looking at the burning incense and the rising streams of blue smoke.

Listening to the murmuring of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, his expression was gentle yet serious.

"He is a Human Race ancestor, and I am also of the Human Race; why should he not bestow it upon me?"

"After all, in the vast Boundary Sea, among the countless people, I am certainly worthy to be the first."

For a moment, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was at a loss for words.

At this moment, it truly believed that the youth before it was a Divine Emperor of the Human Race, and no longer the East Emperor who ruled the heavens and the earth.

"Enough! Enough!!"

The small figure sighed lightly, falling silent again and slipping back into slumber.

Meanwhile, Liang Hui raised his head slightly to look at the statue in the censer, its features and expressions unclear.

But as he looked up at the statue, information about the statue appeared in his mind, fitting perfectly without any discord.

"Nuwa? Holy Mother!"

Liang Hui murmured.

The Nuwa he spoke of was the creator of the Human Race, revered as the Saint Mother of the Human Race.

Not like the Nuwa Emperor who emerged out of nowhere, leading the majority of the Demon Tribe.

His palm gently raised, a stick of blue incense appeared in his hand, directly inserted into the incense burner.

The incense ignited without fire, rising in curls of blue smoke.

Liang Hui slightly bent his body as a sign of respect.

Then, he sat cross-legged beneath the statue, the Xuanyuan Sword horizontally placed on his knees.

He was preparing to use the Xuanyuan Sword to further comprehend the Path of the Myriad Spirits, so that after slaying the Gouchen Emperor, he could most swiftly occupy the source.

In his thoughts, his consciousness had already moved towards the Xuanyuan Sword, meticulously comprehending the Taoism Principle within.

...

Time continuously flowed, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed.

In the temple, the incense candles had been burning for an entire two hundred years, yet had not burnt out.

Amid wisps of blue smoke, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, his position unchanged from two hundred years ago.

His eyes slowly opened.

Aged, cunning, fierce, cold... all sorts of emotions of the seven emotions and six desires flickered through his eyes.

Then, they were all suppressed by a will as indifferent as a god and as lofty as the sky.

They turned into nourishment for the Myriad Spirits Great Path.

He had advanced as far as he could go!

Liang Hui rose to his feet, his robes fluttering without wind.

Amid the surge of Qi-Blood, a boundless and majestic aura burst forth, with various roars emanating from his body.

Boom!

The entire temple trembled, seemingly unable to withstand the presence of the aura before it.

With a thought from Liang Hui, the rolling aura was finally reined in.

With the Xuanyuan Sword strapped at his waist, he looked up at the sky and muttered to himself,

"Only one step left now!"

...

Deep within the Fire Cloud Cave secret realm, in the continuously stretching millions of miles of ruins,

a stalwart man dressed in Locking Armor and wearing a regal crown was exploring.

He searched everything within his sight, indistinguishable from other human race powerhouses who entered the secret realm.

Yet in his eyes, there was a hint of dread, and his heart was not focused on searching for treasures.

As one of the high-ranking members of the human race, Jiang Chun was very aware of the rare opportunity to enter the Fire Cloud Cave secret realm.

But thinking of the slaughter that had occurred when he first entered the secret realm two hundred years ago, he couldn’t calmly search for treasures, no matter what.

Myriad Spirits!

The Supreme Elder was cultivating the Myriad Spirits Great Path and had comprehended it to such an enigmatic extent.

Before he had time to think further, the Supreme Elder started to kill the high-ranking members of the human race.

He almost believed he was also going to be slain.

Fortunately, that great being bestowed him a treasure and, coupled with a fortuitous opportunity, he accidentally acquired a secret treasure.

It allowed him to dodge the Supreme Elder’s scrutiny and survive.

For the past two hundred years, he had been acting like any ordinary member of the human race, not daring to make the slightest move.

Now, he only hoped to stay alive upon leaving the Fire Cloud secret realm, then pass on the happenings within the secret realm to that great being.

In his thoughts, like always, Jiang Chun walked into a dilapidated palace once again.

Jiang Chun casually surveyed the surroundings.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed firmly on a corner.

There was a pitch-black crack, tiny, no longer than a finger.

All of this was insignificant, what was important was that the crack emitted an aura from another world, seemingly connected to the Great Wilderness Realm.

Jiang Chun quickly walked to the crack, his expression changing from blank to fearful, and finally to excited, as he muttered to himself,

"The clan’s records were indeed correct, the Fire Cloud Cave occasionally reveals a passage connecting to the outside world, but it can only transmit information."

"But for me, this is just perfect."

"As Gouchen Emperor’s spy left within the human race, this is an excellent opportunity to transmit the news about the Supreme Elder’s, indeed the Emperor’s opponent in the Tao Struggle."

Jiang Chun’s voice paused slightly, then he continued moving forward, his hand extending to just an inch away from the crack.

"I should transmit the events that occurred in the Fire Cloud Cave in their entirety."

"The Supreme Elder, immensely powerful, killed strong beings of various factions alone, twisting human race powerhouses, but also suffered serious injuries."

As his words drifted off, the palace fell completely silent, with Jiang Chun’s hand remaining still.

Moments later, he conjured a spell, and a glow circulated in his palm, transforming into a Jade Slip, which he slowly tossed into the crack.

After tossing the Jade Slip, Jiang Chun walked back slowly towards the outside of the palace.

His body slightly trembling, eyes cast down, he retreated step by step.

Once he had completely left the dilapidated palace, Jiang Chun leaned weakly against a broken stone nearby.

The excitement on his face transformed into the deepest fear!