Chapter 381 Today I will establish my Tao and rise to the Immortal Realm!

The kings shouted in unison.

Liang Hui's achievements in exterminating hundreds of tribes are enough to make him the emperor of the human race.

As for not breaking through the realm of the emperor, it is not normal.

If anyone dares to say this, the kings will cut off his head without the high priest taking any action to see what he is thinking.

Liang Hui lowered his eyes, looked at the respectful kings, and shook his head.

Whether he is the Emperor or the High Priest, it is just a title and it does not matter to him.

"The throne of the Emperor is temporarily vacant. When one of you defeats the King and becomes the Emperor, you can take the throne."

"And the Hundred Clans were only nearly wiped out, with some remnants still remaining."

The young man paused for a moment and glanced at the kings whose expressions changed slightly.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Winged Clan, I will leave a small remnant behind. You build a continent on the South China Sea to provide a place for them to survive."

"Respect, the high priest's order!"

The kings did not object, or rather, they dared not object.

"High Priest, I want to know how the Winged Tribe should get along with each other." King Qingyan stepped out and spoke directly.

Hundreds of tribes were wiped out, and they didn’t care about the Winged Tribe. What they cared about was the attitude of the high priest.

Liang Hui tapped the armrest with his fingers, making a sound of metal clashing, and his expression was indifferent and ruthless.

"As long as the clan doesn't perish, it's fine!"

The Winged Clan is the blood feud of the human race, even if all the Winged Clan members who participated in the battlefield outside the realm were purged.

But to the human race, the Winged Tribe itself carries original sin and evil.

The reason why he only kept the Wing Clan among the hundreds of clans was, on the one hand, that the fighting among the Wing Clan emperors made him somewhat satisfied.

On the one hand: Given the nature of the human race, if there is no external enemy, there will inevitably be internal strife, and he is not a nanny and will not stay in this world forever.

So, just arrange an extremely weak enemy for the human race.

It can be regarded as a training for the younger generation or as a target for the human race to vent their hatred.

The kings did not know what the high priest was thinking, but when they heard the words of the high priest.

Each of them had a look of joy on their faces and nodded their foreheads.

"Your Excellency, High Priest Commander." King Qingyan bowed and was about to retreat back to the crowd.

Liang Hui suddenly waved his hand, and two pearls fell out from his arms and hovered in front of King Qingyan.

"You can arrange the affairs of the Wing Clan, and also make arrangements for the members rescued from the Ghost Clan."

"Yes, High Priest."

King Qingyan took the pearl and returned to his seat under the envious gazes of the other kings.

Afterwards, everyone discussed some things in the hall.

Liang Hui waved his hand, signaling the kings to leave.

Soon, the young man was the only one left in the palace. He sat upright on the throne, thinking back to the arrangements that had just been made.

As long as the Winged Tribe exists, they will be a threat to the human race, but if they are weakened and suppressed to this extent, the human race can still be overturned.

'I admire you very much too!'

"These are the price you pay for your hesitation. After all, I am very petty."

Liang Hui whispered in his heart.

Then he took out the emperor's relics one by one from his arms.

There are blood-red imperial bells, black broken rulers, broken sword handles, torn seals, and purple-gold war hammers.
Various relics of the emperor transformed into more than forty balls of light, floating in the palace, emitting the aura of the emperor.

These auras intertwined and collided with each other, creating ripples in the space.

The young man looked at the various relics calmly, stretched out his hand, held the broken ruler, and whispered in his heart:
'Dream! !'

One year!
All the human beings who were enslaved by the ghost tribe were arranged to have new homes.

Three years!

The South China Sea Continent was built, and all the Winged Tribe were arranged to this continent. At the same time, all the skills of the Winged Tribe at the Sky Realm and above were destroyed by the kings.

The continent where the Winged Tribe lives is also contemptuously called the Land of Sin by the kings.

Seven years! Thirty years!
Fifty years!
Time flies, and two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The human race became more and more prosperous, with numerous geniuses, heroes, and kings being born one after another.

It was as if with the demise of hundreds of races, all the luck was swallowed up by the human race.

As for the Winged Tribe living in the South China Sea, they were wantonly slaughtered and bullied by the human race, and their development was restricted through various means.

Inside the Renzu Temple, King Qingyan stood on the steps, presiding over the meeting of the kings.

Or argue, or discuss, or give suggestions.

King Qingyan decided them one by one.

Of course the veteran kings were dissatisfied with the fact that King Qingyan, who was less than a thousand years old, was leading the development of the human race.

However, when he looked into the depths of the Temple of Human Ancestors, all emotions disappeared.

But no one knew that Liang Hui had been away from Central University for nearly twenty years.

A ruined world, gray and gloomy, without sun or moon, and without any life.

A figure wearing a blue robe and with black hair draped over his shoulders sat in the center of the universe.

Liang Hui's face was simple and calm, and he carefully sensed his body.

More than two hundred years of bloody battles in the dream.

His energy, blood, strength, principles, and soul - everything has reached the peak state without any room for improvement.

The palm slowly stretched out, a cyan-gold light appeared in the palm, and a green flag appeared immediately.

Looking at the fairy air interwoven on it, pieces of information appeared in his heart.

Warrior: Martial Extreme (99.99% of Wanling Dao Fruit)

Taoist: Pure Yang (Pure Yang Taoist Fruit 99.99%)

Fighting Spirit: King (Space Dao Fruit 99.99%)

"For more than 1,300 years of seeking the truth, through so many trials and tribulations, so much confusion, and so much joy."

“Today, we are finally entering the great road.”

Liang Hui chuckled with extremely complicated emotions.

He seemed to see the bewildered child in the ancient temple, the crazy and cruel boy who was the enemy of the whole world, and the God-Emperor who dominated the world and defeated all living things with his fists.
Too many, too many memories from the past flashed through my mind.

"I have always been me, and I have never changed at all!"

The young man threw his hand lightly.

The Human Emperor Banner is already standing billions of miles away.

The Immortal Spear and the Kongming Bell were both thrown far away by him.

'let's start. ’

He whispered in his heart, and the next moment, he began to comprehend the last bit of the Tao.

Rumble!
In this silent universe, a huge thunder suddenly sounded, and clusters of terrifying nebulae gathered in the sea of ​​​​boundaries, oppressing this universe and making it tremble.

Flashes of lightning, lines of earth, fire, wind and water were spawned in it, extremely dazzling.

At the same time, Liang Hui's aura was skyrocketing at an incredible speed and continued to rise!
rising!!

Climb higher!!!
It seemed like it would never end.

Gradually, a sense of great perfection and completeness of Tao appeared in his body.

The three Dao fruits leaped out of their bodies and formed the Three Talents, floating above the young man's head, emitting the three Dao principles of Pure Yang, All Spirits, and Space.

This aura was so mysterious and vast that it permeated the entire universe almost instantly and went beyond the boundary.

At this moment, the Human Emperor Banner and Immortal War Spear in the distance trembled at the same time, bursting out with brilliant fairy light, preventing the aura from spreading.

Liang Hui raised his head and looked at the increasingly sticky nebulae outside the universe.

This is the time to become an emperor or an immortal. It is a test from the Great Dao and also the first level of the journey to become an immortal.

He had been in the Dream Emperor many times.

Although this calamity cloud was immense and boundless, far beyond imagination, it was still acceptable to him.

Liang Hui stood up, looked up to the sky and laughed:
"Today, we will establish the Dao, respond to the calamity, and ascend to immortality!"

(End of this chapter)