I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 488 - 82 Such an Ending Deserves (Final - !)

Chapter 488: Chapter 82 Such an Ending Deserves (Final Chapter!)

"Martial Ancestor!" Liang Hui murmured to himself.

That was an unprecedented enemy, one who even Zhao Qi could not compare with. The opponent had already reached the very limits of the Great Path, a state beyond further advancement.

In just a thought, he not only understood this person’s identity but also why there was such a trace of causality here.

East Emperor Taiyi! Demon Emperor Taiyi!

It was the identity he had never acknowledged that had perished in this Era.

"The causality of the Great Path will not be mistaken, East Emperor Taiyi indeed has a connection with us, but it involves the much older Taiyi Epoch," Future Liang Hui’s brows lightly furrowed as he made this judgment.

"This causality is not good to have."

Liang Hui’s expression returned to calm, his lips curling up with unrestraint.

"If they were all incompetent, what would be the point of us being here?" the youth chuckled lowly, stretching his arms and draping them around Future Liang Hui’s neck.

Future Liang Hui likewise let out a light chuckle. "Then let’s have a battle and see just what these old relics are capable of."

His body transformed into streaks of flowing light, merging into Liang Hui’s body.

Dong! A grand bell resounded, echoing through all heavens and worlds, across the ages.

Instantly, within the boundless Chaos, huge waves surged up millions of feet high, crashing in all directions and causing countless supreme beings to look up, directing their gaze towards the most distant reaches of time.

They saw, under the endless Chaos that enveloped everything, a tall figure clad in a blue robe, ringing a golden bell, striding forward.

"This is the Chaos Bell..."

"Wasn’t it said to have perished, slain by Martial Ancestor? How could it appear once more?"

"No, it’s not the bell; I feel the aura of the future."

If most powerhouses could still face it calmly, then... A bird-like, human-like creature, with a human body and a bird’s head, clad in crimson, and with eyes having double pupils, suddenly became agitated, let out a heaven-shattering howl, and shook the Constant Sand Great Realm: "It is His Majesty, without a doubt."

A demon from the Demon Tribe, resembling a Qilin with snow-white scales, dual horns on its head, and beastly claws for feet, could hardly believe it as they watched the tall figure approaching.

Different robes, but the aura and the soul were too similar. "Your Majesty, have you really returned?"

"Why do I not sense any closeness to the Demon Tribe but instead see countless Demon Tribe Remnant Souls wailing and lamenting?"

Within a grand palace, demon Qi surged skyward, stirring up a torrential tide of Chaos.

Figures dashed out of the palace towards the figure holding the golden bell.

Ever since Demon Emperor Taiyi was killed by Martial Ancestor, the entire Demon Tribe had been in dire straits.

The Emperor Liquid that awakened the Demon Tribe’s spiritual intelligence had not fallen for tens of thousands of Chaotic Years.

If this continued, the Demon Tribe would be no more!

Dang! A bell’s chime burst forth with divine light, driving away the countless demons rushing towards it, not allowing them to get close.

"Your Majesty!"

"Our Emperor!"

"Emperor Taiyi!"

Countless demons, under the divine light, roared and howled.

They did not understand why His Majesty would do this.

"I am Divine Emperor, not Demon Emperor."

The calm voice, along with the ringing of the bell, resounded through the past and present, entering the ears of every demon.

Liang Hui stepped forward, composed and serene.

He didn’t care about the relationship between East Emperor Taiyi and the Demon Tribe; in fact, he despised it.

Suddenly, Liang Hui’s steps faltered as he heard a faint whisper.

"Brother-in-law, if possible, please help the Demon Tribe."

"Xi He?" His brows slightly furrowed.

In the past, outside the Great Wilderness, Xi He had taken the attack from Emperor Dongji Qinghua for him and had bestowed upon him Pure Yang Taoism Enlightenment.

Such a favor was not small. And he always returned favors and sought retribution for grudges!

The youth’s head slightly turned, looking towards a minor sun realm, ordinary yet of high essence.

"Agreed!" His words drifted as he already approached the Bodhi Tree.

Martial Ancestor, clad in black, sat before the chessboard, head slightly raised, his expression seemingly smiling.

"Taoist friend, using what belongs to me to repay personal debts seems improper."

"I am not a person from Tai Shi; I am here only to take what rightfully belongs to me."

"Rightfully?"

Boom! The boundless void thundered and swayed as the Great Path trembled endlessly. Storms rose from the void, eclipsing the sky and rolling up, sweeping across infinite worlds, in all dimensions!

The supremely forceful and yang-filled aura of dominance permeated the heavens, past and present, space and time.

As Fistful Intent shone brightly, Martial Ancestor suddenly stood up, and with his black robe fluttering, he took a step forward!

"There is nothing in this world that rightfully belongs to anyone!!"

With one kick, he shattered the vast Chaos and trampled down the Three Thousand Great Paths!

Then, with a punch, he lashed out towards the future.

The endlessly powerful and radiant Fistful Intent beamed across the boundless universe.

Liang Hui’s eyes narrowed slightly, and under that Fist Seal, he saw endless Fistful Intent intertwining like stars encircling the moon, sculpting a colossal Fist Seal that carried life and death and shocked the Eras.

"Magnificent punch! Magnificent Fistful Intent!!" Liang Hui shouted, his face filled with delight.

His black hair flew wildly, his eyes like two immortal suns, burning with ferocious fighting spirit.

His body slightly leaned forward, with a very simple gesture, he pressed down the trampled Great Paths beneath him, shaking the entire Primordial Era.

"Martial Ancestor, take this fist!"

Before the words fell, Liang Hui’s arm had already risen, palm stretching forward, in less than one trillionth of an instant, it had already transformed countless times.

Each transformation represented the pinnacle of technique, endless Demon Beasts, Divine Beasts, Sacred Beasts, Exotic Beasts, and Ferocious Beasts leapt out from ages, from space, from eras.

They roared, they bellowed, they blazed, forming grand formations that drove the fist’s edge forward.

This was the Myriad Beasts Fist!

The vast fist light filled the entire era.

Twin Fist Seals, traversing time, touched!

Boom! Boom, boom!

Fist light overflowed, the way of the fist collided, the Great Ways of their cultivations pressing against each other.

The Primordial Era inflated and shrunk like a balloon, constantly expanding and contracting.

Two figures exchanged blows beneath the divine light, atop the Great Way, within the Constant Sand Great World.

In the end, they even shattered remnants of the fading ways, fighting their way toward the Taiyi Epoch.

"Have they all left?"

"Has Martial Ancestor gone?"

"Has the being that seemed like Demon Emperor Taiyi disappeared?"

...

Infinite Beings calmed their turbulent emotions, recalling the unfathomable battle they had just witnessed.

Suddenly, a sleeve fluttered, and a white jade-like palm emerged from the remnants of the faded ways, touching the Great Way.

Boom!

In an instant, countless great universes trembled.

The Vault of Heaven’s high skies darkened with thunderclouds blocking the sun, lightning converging, currents meeting, and casting down Emperor Liquid that could cover one percent of the Boundary Sea.

"Once every three thousand years, Emperor Liquid."

Beneath the indifferent voice, the pillar-like finger slowly retracted.

Taiyi Epoch.

Martial Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the blue-robed youth:

"If the debt of gratitude is to be repaid, let’s continue."

"Good!"

The two stepped forward and resumed their fierce battle.

The vast fluctuations swept through the Taiyi Epoch.

At this moment, countless supreme beings from past to present within the Taiyi Epoch looked up to the two vague figures above the Great Way.

Above the Primordial Continent, the Twelve Witch Ancestors looked up.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, three thousand guests all gazed toward the heavens.

The two figures fought their way, specks of blood trickling down, falling into the River of Time.

One of those drops belonged to Liang Hui’s blood, falling within the Sun Stars.

Liang Hui’s fist remained strong, his eyes showed a flash of realization.

So that’s how it is!

Boom~

Another collision stirred up turbulent waves of Chaos.

They shifted past one another, gazing at each other from a distance.

Liang Hui’s blue robe was dyed with blood, yet his face bore a look of delight.

"Martial Ancestor’s fist is not lacking!"

"Divine Emperor’s fist is also not lacking!!"

Their gazes met, and they both burst out laughing.

"Now that it’s come to this, it is enough!"

"Indeed, it is enough."

Hearing this, Martial Ancestor turned and headed toward the Primordial, leaving only a voice that traveled from his departing figure.

"Taoist friend, I hope we can meet again another day!"

"Until then!"

Liang Hui’s arms naturally hung at his sides, watching as Martial Ancestor departed.

Then his gaze turned to the surroundings, no left, no right, no up, no down, no path, and neither light nor darkness.

"Is this the beginning of Taiyi?"

"Where is Pangu!"

The youth murmured softly.

Since the Taiyi Epoch was Primordial, then where was Pangu who opened up everything.

In a moment of thought, from the eternal land of silence, for the first time a sound came.

Boom!

A ray of light shone forth, instantly coloring all around.

The clear from the turbid separated, Yin and Yang parted, the Five Elements appeared; the Primordial Continent was slowly manifesting.

Several shadowy figures separated to the four corners, beginning to create heaven and earth.

This scene of the past was reenacted.

"Taiyi, Primordial, Tai Shi, Taixu."

"Cause and effect reversed."

"So it turns out, we can all be Pangu."

Liang Hui laughed heartily, having comprehended everything.

Such an ending was indeed fitting for a journey filled with ups and downs, a life of wandering.

...

"There’s something I almost forgot."

Liang Hui’s laughter ceased, his arm raised, one finger pointing out.

...

Blue Star, that small country that had wrought so much suffering.

A fingertip fell from the sky, shattering tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

...

"So, this indeed qualifies as an ending!"