Chapter 442: Two hundred years, no further progress!

Liang Hui looked at the disappearing god and sighed:
"Fire Cloud Cave, long sword, it really is this ancestor of mankind."

After a moment, he stopped sighing and turned his gaze back to the sword.

The sword is seven feet long and the blade is brass in color. One side is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers, and plants. Through the blade, one can vaguely see the scene of slash-and-burn farming and the unremitting self-improvement of the human race.

This is a sword of humanity and also a sword of all spirits.

Liang Hui stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.

work hard!

Stab it!

The sword is fully revealed.

Liang Hui stretched out his free hand and stroked it gently.

He sensed the countless human beings in the vast sea of ​​​​realms, some were happy, some were joyful, some were resentful, and all the emotions were so clear.

This sword is at least at the Daluo level, or even higher.

The young man's hand left the sword.

Flip it!
A pitch-black scabbard appeared in his palm.

Bang!

The Xuan-Yuan Sword was sheathed, and the aura of all things, all spirits, and humanity was restrained.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from Liang Hui's arms.

A crystal clear red gourd trembled slightly. A little man sat in the evil spirit, looking through the gourd at the Xuanyuan Sword in the young man's hand.

"Xuanyuan Sword!!!"

"This is one of the three royal weapons of the human race. How come it is in your hands?"

"Senior, wake up."

Liang Hui chuckled and took a step forward.

"Senior Xuanyuan, give it to me personally."

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd has been dormant since it killed Dong Wanggong in the long river of time, and is doing its best to repair itself with the supply of resources.

This time when he woke up, he was probably startled by the aura of the Xuan-Yuan Sword.

Obviously not knowing what just happened.

"Xuanyuan clan, actually lent you this sword!"

The little man stood up in shock, and the evil spirit in the gourd began to boil, emitting rays of white light.

As the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was repaired, some of its memories gradually recovered.

The three emperors of the human race did not get along well with this 'Donghuang Taiyi' and fought with him many times.

Liang Hui stopped in front of the incense burner, looking at the burning incense and the wisps of green smoke rising.

Listening to the muttering of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, his expression was gentle and serious.

"He is a human ancestor, and I am also a human, so why can't he give it to me?"

"After all, the sea of ​​​​realms is vast, and there are countless humans. I deserve to be the first."

For a moment, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was speechless.

At this moment, it truly believed that the young man in front of it was the Divine Emperor of the human race, and no longer the Eastern Emperor who ruled the world.

"That's it! That's it!!"

The little man sighed softly, said no more, and fell into sleep again.

At this moment, Liang Hui raised his head slightly and looked at the statue enshrined in the incense burner, but he could not see the appearance or expression clearly.

But the moment he looked up at the statue, the information about the statue appeared in his mind without any sense of incongruity.

"Nuwa? Holy Mother!"

Liang Hui murmured.

The Nuwa he mentioned is the one who created the human race and is revered as the Holy Mother of mankind.

Instead of the Queen Nuwa who appeared out of nowhere and led most of the demon clan.

He raised his hand slightly, and a stick of green incense appeared in his palm and was inserted directly into the incense burner.

It ignites spontaneously without fire, and wisps of green smoke rise.

Liang Hui bent his body slightly to show respect.

Then, he sat cross-legged under the statue with the Xuanyuan Sword placed across his knees.

He planned to use the Xuanyuan Sword to further comprehend the Way of All Spirits, so that after killing Emperor Gou Chen, he could seize the source as quickly as possible. While thinking, his consciousness had already gone to the Xuanyuan Sword, carefully comprehending the principles therein.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was already two hundred years later.

In the temple, the incense and candles have been burning for two hundred years and have not yet burned out.

Under the wisps of green smoke, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, his position not having changed at all from two hundred years ago.

A pair of eyes slowly opened.

Vulnerability, cunning, cruelty, coldness. All kinds of emotions in the world flashed in his eyes.

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

It turned into nourishment for the Great Way of All Spirits.

He has gone no further!

Liang Hui stood up, his robe fluttering without wind.

As the qi and blood surged, boundless and majestic momentum burst out, and all kinds of roars came from his body.

Boom!

The entire temple was shaking, as if it couldn't bear the aura before it.

Liang Hui's mind moved, and the rolling aura was restrained.

He put the Xuanyuan Sword across his waist, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself:

"Only the last step left!"

In the secret realm of Huoyun Cave, in the ruins that stretch for tens of millions of miles.

A strong man wearing chain mail and a crown on his head is exploring.

He searched everything within his field of vision, and was no different from the other powerful human beings who had entered the secret realm.

But there was a hint of worry in his eyes, and he was absent-minded in searching for treasure.

As one of the high-ranking officials of the human race, Jiang Chun knew very well that the opportunity to enter the secret realm of Huoyun Cave was rare.

However, when he thought about the fight that took place two hundred years ago when he first entered the secret realm, he could not search for the treasure with peace of mind.

All spirits!

It turns out that the Grand Elder was cultivating the Great Dao of All Spirits, and he had comprehended the Dao to such a profound level.

Before he could think more, the Supreme Elder began to kill the high-ranking members of the human race.

He almost thought that he would be beheaded.

Fortunately, that adult gave me a treasure, and with a chance, I got the secret treasure by accident.

He was able to avoid detection by the Grand Elder and survive.

For two hundred years, he has been like a normal human being, not daring to make even the slightest move.

His only hope now was to leave the Fire Cloud Secret Realm alive, and then report to that adult what happened in the secret realm.

While thinking, Jiang Chun walked into a dilapidated palace again as usual.

Jiang Chun glanced around casually.

Suddenly, he stared at a corner.

There was a pitch-black crack there, which was very small, only about one finger long.

None of this matters. What matters is that this crack actually exudes the aura of the outside world and seems to be connected to the Taihuang Realm.

Jiang Chun walked quickly to the crack, his expression changed from confusion to fear, and finally to excitement, muttering to himself:
"The clan's classics are indeed correct. The Fire Cloud Cave occasionally appears as a passage connecting to the outside world, but it can only transmit information."

“But for me, this is just right.”

"As a spy left by Emperor Gou Chen in the human race, I just happened to pass on the news that the Supreme Elder is a Daoist contender for Your Majesty."

Jiang Chun paused slightly and continued forward, his palm only an inch away from the crack.

"I should pass on the complete story of what happened in Huoyun Cave."

"The Grand Elder was extremely powerful. He single-handedly killed powerful men from various major forces and twisted human races, but he was also severely injured."

As his words fell, the palace fell into complete silence, and Jiang Chun's hand did not move.

After a moment, he made a hand gesture and light flowed in his palm, turning into a jade slip, which he slowly threw into the crack.

After Jiang Chun threw the jade slip in, he slowly stepped back and walked out of the palace.

His body trembled slightly, his eyes drooped, and he stepped back step by step.

After completely leaving the dilapidated palace, Jiang Chun leaned weakly on the rubble.

The excitement on his face turned into the deepest fear!
(End of this chapter)