Chapter 417 I am Donghuang Taiyi?

To call it that is tantamount to denying the rule of the entire dragon clan over the four seas in front of all the dragon clan members.

The man with a sword on his back looked up at the slender figure with a resolute expression.

"Your Majesty, the Great Celestial Venerable only confers upon you the title of Dragon Lord of the West Sea."

Liang Hui chuckled, walked slowly to the throne with a bit of laziness, and sat upright on it.

"Go back and ask the Great Lord to change my name for me."

"As for the Peach Festival, we'll talk about it later."

The young man waved his hands casually.

In an instant, the envoy from heaven disappeared.

For a moment, only the strong men from the Dragon Palace were left in the palace.

"Your Majesty, the Peach Festival is held once every Chaos Year. This Chaos Year has already been held."

Duke Long responded in a deep voice, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Such behavior is unreasonable.

Liang Hui leaned back against the throne, looking comfortable.

"Hey! Peach Festival?"

Of course he knew that the Peach Festival had already been held, and this time it would definitely be different.

And it is not difficult to infer the reason from the existing answers.

There are only a few things that can make the Heavenly Court change the rules that have existed since ancient times.

'Just determine the scope?'

"Three generations, one hundred and eighty years, I may be able to go one step further and stand shoulder to shoulder with Lü Zu and others."

The young man's eyes were blazing, like the burning sun.

After three hundred years of practice, he had exhausted all the pure yang resources of the four seas dragon clan, making the practice of the pure yang way even more mysterious.

If one were to gain something from that place, he might be able to overthrow the three great beings and monopolize the Pure Yang Avenue.

The Peach Festival is not a dead game, but a normal game that has not yet been completed.

Thousands of thoughts pass through my mind one by one.

After Liang Hui gave a few instructions to the dragon clan, he got up and left.

Dragon Palace.

Inside an ancient palace.

Countless jade slips were suspended in the air, floating freely.

Liang Hui stood under the jade slips, stretched out his hands, and grabbed four light yellow jade slips.

In an instant, a layer of light spread out from the jade slip, forming a light picture.

It was a vast ocean, and one could faintly hear the sound of surging waves.

Lines, forming paths, appear above the light map.

The line stretched across the board, extending vertically, horizontally, and forwards and backwards.

"Time and space, it's not easy to open this map."

If he had not mastered the art of entering dreams and understood part of the picture through the incomplete energy, the four jade slips would have been covered in dust.

Liang Hui scanned the light map, looked at the end of the path, and muttered to himself:
"Dong Wanggong?"

In this era, there are only a few legends about this person, and he himself should have died before the era.

And this person, some of his titles are enough to make all the strong men dignified.

The chief of the male immortals is Mu Gong, the Shaoyang Lord of Donghua Zifu.

The way of pure Yang must be involved, and one's attainments are extremely profound.

Liang Hui waved his hand, put away the jade slip, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The figure reappeared, already in a remote corner of the East China Sea.

He stretched out his hand and formed an ancient fist seal, and the shadow of a one-eyed candle dragon appeared behind Liang Hui.

Wow!
Time fluctuates here, creating layers of ripples.

The young man took a step forward and entered the river of time, a time that was once grand and boundless.

To him at this moment, it was just a stream, just wetting his sleeves a little.

Liang Hui walks in the long river, looking at the waves rising one after another, witnessing one era after another.

The shadow of the Candle Dragon behind him became more and more illusory, with cracks appearing on it, as if it would shatter in the next moment.

'Have you reached your limit?'

After all, he failed to condense the Dao Fruit of Time. Even with the convenience of the Avenue of All Spirits, the simulation was still a little lacking.

The young man had a deep look in his eyes. He flipped his hand and an illusory bronze bell appeared between his fingers.

The bronze bell was flawless, emitting an immortal radiance. The surging river of time suddenly came to a standstill. Liang Hui stepped forward and continued to move forward.

I don’t know how much time had passed before a layer of fog gradually appeared, obscuring my vision and making everything confusing.

There is no east or west, no south or north, all concepts are blurred and the vision is plunged into complete darkness.

Liang Hui kept moving forward without changing his pace.

Be it a moment, or eternity, a ray of light blooms, and time and space are restored, restoring order to everything.

An indescribable palace appeared in the young man's vision.

The palace is so huge that it seems to be able to block the flow of time, and yet it is so small that it stands in the dust. It is an extremely strange feeling.

"Dong Wanggong!"

Liang Hui whispered, stepping on the stone floor and scanning the silver marks on the wall.

This is the trace that would only be left when the Tao was destroyed. He had seen it in Guixu.

However, the silver residue here was more sticky, and the aura it contained made Liang Hui frown.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous! !
Walking carefully and avoiding these traces, the young man continued forward.

Soon I arrived in front of a mural. The moment I saw the mural, pictures flashed through my mind.

It was a boundless sea, exuding an ancient and vast atmosphere, as vast as the world sea, constantly undulating and rolling.

an island.

Do not!
It should be called a continent, which is as large as one-fourth of the Taihuang Continent. Fairy light rises from it, and countless creatures dressed in ancient costumes live on it, worshiping a tall figure.

Suddenly, the sky was torn apart and all the paths became empty.

An indescribably huge sun appeared, suddenly fell, and hit the island.

In an instant, the sea dried up, the islands were torn apart, and the immortals died wailing.

Even though he was known as the leader of male immortals, he only caused a few ripples in the falling sun and then died.

There is only an eternal hatred that transcends time and space, experiences the destruction of the Tao, and slowly comes.

"Emperor Jun! Donghuang Taiyi!!"

tower!
Liang Hui turned around suddenly, and a vague figure appeared behind him.

He was wearing a white robe, a feather crown on his head, his face was simple and his eyes were calm and clear.

"Dong Wanggong!"

Liang Hui whispered, and the Immortal-Slaying Gourd on his waist trembled slightly, ready to launch a killing attack at any time.

"When meeting an old friend, why do you have to behave like this?"

The shadowy figure in white chuckled, his hair fluttering in the wind, looking free and easy.

He stretched out his arm, pointed at the mural in front of him, and spoke word by word:
"How is the painting? Are you satisfied?"

"Donghuang Taiyi!"

Boom!

A loud thunderclap exploded in the young man's heart, and the red gourd that had been shaking suddenly stopped.

A strong man like Dong Wanggong would never mistake a living being, even if there is only a trace of it.

When I first came here, the names given by the original world kept flashing through my mind: "Taiyi" and "Donghuang"

And I really like bell-shaped magic weapons.

Then the answer is clear.

All kinds of thoughts flooded into my mind, but they were all cut off one by one in an instant.

At this moment, Liang Hui was more determined and serious than ever before.

"I am just me, a farmer from Huaiyuan Town - Liang Hui."

'A returnee from Blue Star.'

Liang Hui did not say the following sentence. The thought flashed through his mind and was hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

How could he abandon everything he had experienced and accept another identity?

"Liang Hui?"

Duke Dong was stunned. He could hear the seriousness in the young man's voice.

After a moment, he sneered.

"Donghuang Taiyi, if he knew what he looks like now, his expression would definitely be very interesting."

"But I'm afraid he will never have a chance. The war between the liches and the sorcerers destroyed his vitality and ruined his path."

"The one from the Taichu Era, Zhao Taiyi, reached the top and crushed it into dust. There is no possibility of returning in this lifetime."

"You are indeed no longer him!"

(End of this chapter)