I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 70 - A Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws Shall I

The Buddha beads, after dream-entry, even granted Liang Hui a rare and spiritual practice method, the “Ninefold Buddha Pagoda Visualization Method,” which both martial artists and Taoists could practice.

He stretched out his hand to place both the Buddha beads and the jade pendant into the deepest part of the storage space.

Only then did Liang Hui begin to consume medicinal herbs that provided Qi-Blood. Dream-entering dozens of times in a short period, even with his inner strength and Qi-Blood, was too much for him to bear.

Nevertheless, it was worth it as all his subsequent cultivation would need to be planned according to the resources in his hands.

As he continued to stuff medicinal herbs into his mouth, his consumed Qi-Blood and inner strength were quickly replenished and restored.

With the recovery of his Qi-Blood, Liang Hui also removed the turquoise Incense Burner Artifact from his waist.

The incense burner grew larger, and a streak of blue, like flowing water, shot out from it.

Bang!

The palm, wrapped in green inner strength, accurately grasped the body of the tower.

Liang Hui felt the struggle from within his palm and a smile stretched across his face.

The Flowing Light Bell in his mind trembled slightly.

Thud!

Ancient and solemn bell sounds then echoed, and the struggle of the blue Little Tower abruptly ceased!

All traces and contingencies within the tower body were instantly erased and cleared away.

The young man’s palm tightened, feeling a cool sensation emanating from the tower.

The next moment, surging inner strength flowed through his palm into the blue Little Tower, leaving his own mark within it.

Liang Hui narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the messages coming from the Little Tower.

With a thought, the blue Little Tower floated above his head, casting down a blue light curtain like flowing water.

Liang Hui touched the light curtain and suddenly exerted force.

The blue light curtain bulged outwards but ultimately did not break.

The youth nodded in satisfaction with his expression.

This blue Little Tower possessed abilities of suppression and defense. Although its powers somewhat overlapped with those of the Incense Burner Artifact, both the material and the magnitude of its abilities far surpassed it.

Lost in thought, he had already stowed away the incense burner as well as the Little Tower above his head.

Standing on the open ground, he began to practice his boxing techniques.

Over the past six days, a boxing technique that had been perfected through the formation of a sacred treasure, was revealed to the world.

Every punch was perfected to the utmost, Green Wolf Fist, Bear Rock Fist, Falling Whale Fist—various styles bloomed here.

Gradually, all boxing methods merged into one, the Myriad Beasts Fist, which Liang Hui commanded masterfully.

If the Myriad Beasts Fist of the past was a hodgepodge of building blocks, where parts had fused together but others remained separate,

Then, the recently assembled Myriad Beasts Fist had become a seamless, integrated whole.

Liang Hui had truly established an unbeatable foundation. He was even confident he could face off against his future self from his suspected future memories in a bloody battle at this realm and emerge victorious!

As night fell, Liang Hui ceased his practice.

He began to prepare food.

After eating, he sat cross-legged on the ground to rest.

Another two days went by.

The red glow of dawn grew brighter and brighter, forming a pillar of light that remained visible within a five-mile radius even during the day.

Boom!

Liang Hui looked indifferently at the severed head that had fallen to the ground.

He shook off the blood from his palm.

In recent days, more and more onlookers had been lurking in the shadows.

And Liang Hui’s response was just one word, “Kill!”

Without asking the reason or caring about their identities, anyone who came close would be killed.

After one last glance at the corpses on the ground, Liang Hui followed his senses, striding forward on his killing spree.

The earth was stained with blood once more as countless onlookers met their demise here.

…

Tens of miles away from the center of Fire Rock Plains, several figures gathered together.

A seductive woman in a blue robe gazed into the distance.

“Those who approached are all dead, let’s leave.”

“It’s truly frustrating! We’ve been pushed to this point, not even getting the chance to observe the secret treasure up close,” said a young man, his face full of indignation. If Liang Hui were here, he would have recognized this man as the one with the knife who had previously surrounded him.

“Shi Kun, if it weren’t for you fleeing first during our encirclement, victory might not have been impossible.”

“Heh, victory! Did you not see that he was merely toying with us? If I didn’t leave, I would have just been another corpse,” Shi Kun retorted without any politeness.

Then, turning around, he walked in the direction away from the secret treasure.

“Let’s go. It turns out the wisest among us was that guy, Du Shi.”

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The woman in the blue robe took one last look in the direction of the center of Fire Rock Plains, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, but ultimately she left with her guards.

…

Having finished his killing spree, Liang Hui arrived at the location of the secret treasure and looked at the crimson glow.

Standing beside it, he could faintly hear the continuous sound of swords humming within the pillar of light.

As time ticked away, the hum of the swords became clearer and clearer.

Boom!

Suddenly, the crimson glow collapsed thunderously, all the brilliance converging onto a longsword.

The longsword was completely red, with mysterious patterns on its blade, and a pitch-black hilt that bore a pattern resembling fiery red flames.

Such an ancient longsword swam like a fish through the scattered light.

Only after all the light had been absorbed by the longsword did Liang Hui reach out to grasp the hilt.

There was no resistance, no struggle, and as the young man’s palm tightly clenched the hilt, the longsword emitted a light chime of closeness and joy.

At the same time, streams of information flowed into the young man’s mind.

Liang Hui held the sword in his right hand, eyes tightly shut.

After a moment, he opened his eyes with understanding and looked at the ancient sword in his hand.

He raised the longsword before his eyes to examine it carefully while also observing it with the aid of the Flowing Light Bell.

After scrutinizing it over and over again, he finally murmured:

“Completely red with cloud-like patterns, and I too have come from Yunzhou. From now on, you shall be called Crimson Cloud!”

Hum! Hum!

Crimson Cloud vibrated faintly, whether in joy or discontent was hard to tell.

The next moment, the young man opened his mouth.

Crimson Cloud rapidly shrank and, with a burst of crimson light, shot into his mouth.

Only when Crimson Cloud emerged in his mind, hovering in a corner, did Liang Hui close his mouth.

In his heart, he couldn’t help but exclaim, ‘Worthy of being a Taoist Sword, possessing such spirituality upon birth, as well as the scorching heat, sharpness, and the trait of growing by devouring ores of the same attribute.’

‘It seems that the path of the Taoist swordsman is one I must walk.’

‘One sword to break all spells, I will try it too.’