At that moment, the copper bell in Liang Hui's mind quivered slightly, as if it was about to start vibrating any second.
However, as the blood light drew nearer, the young man's eyes narrowed slightly, with several spots of light flickering within the crimson.
Bang! Crack!
The blood-colored column of light collided directly with the flying boat, shattering the turquoise protective shield along with the vessel itself.
And throughout it all, Liang Hui had only used the Flowing Light Bell to protect himself and Liang Si.
Amidst the obscuring blood light, the Mystic Altar imbued with runes and the gray luminescence of the lightweight veils floated tranquilly in front of the boy.
At the same time, a hoarse voice transmitted before Liang Hui.
"The Mystic Altar is one of the remaining foundations of the Chivalrous Sect and can teleport randomly within a million miles. Thousand Illusions can change one's appearance and conceal their aura. Divine Emperor Your Majesty should have some recollection of these two items."
"To enter the Yuan Yang sect, or embrace freedom, the choice is Yours Majesty's to make!"
With those words spoken, silence fell.
Only the intertwining of blood and holy radiance continued, accompanied by the constant rumbling sounds.
Ripples stirred deep within Liang Hui's eyes as he turned to glance at the dazed Liang Si, wearing a trace of determination.
If he could grow in the shadows, why would he embark on various adventures? Besides, even if he were to enter the Yuan Yang sect untouched, he understood it would only be somewhat better than joining the Demonic Path.
After all, in those memories that seemed to be from the future, he had overthrown the Yuan Yang sect.
Now that the opportunity lay before him, he certainly did not lack the courage to risk it all.
As for the possibility of it being a trap left by Liu Yunhai.
Hah!
The corners of Liang Hui's mouth curled into a slight grin.
The next moment.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The thick, ancient sound of a bell echoed in his mind.
One vibration cleansed his body, removing any traces that might have been left over the past two days.
Another vibration severed the connections of karma entangled with him, ensuring that even the most skilled diviner could not calculate his presence.
A final vibration caused the Mystic Altar to initiate the transmission, alongside the destruction of the Thousand Illusions.
The Mystic Altar could not be faked, but Thousand Illusions had too many aspects that could be manipulated.
These actions were all completed in an instant, and Liang Hui's complexion, which had been somewhat rosy, turned pale once more, yet his eyes shone with an unprecedented brightness.
Dark space rifts emerged around him, and in a flash, they swallowed Liang Hui's figure.
Only the somewhat bewildered Liang Si remained on the spot, along with a nearly imperceptible whisper.
"Xiao Si, follow the Divine Maiden to the Yuan Yang sect; I will come to find you very soon."
...
Meanwhile, Qing Yi sensed that something was amiss as those three heavy tolls of the bell sounded too profound.
"Liu Yunhai, die!"
Amidst the low shout,
An ancient, crimson mirror appeared in Qing Yi's palm.
The mirror's surface shimmered, with intricate patterns etched on its back, as Qing Yi's energy surged into it.
A gold pillar wrapped in scarlet flames collided with the sea of blood.
Roar!
A bestial roar emerged from within the blood sea.
Countless blood silhouettes, like moths to a flame, charged towards the intertwining gold and crimson pillar.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
In an instant, a great portion of the blood sea dissipated.
The pillar tore through the blood shadows, striking the figure at the deepest part of the blood sea at high speed.
Boom!
With the roar, the blood sea completely vanished.
The unstoppable pillar left a glazed deep pit in the ground.
Once the blood sea had dissipated, Qing Yi instantly appeared where Liang Hui had disappeared.
The mirror lay atop the palm, the other hand forming ancient hand signs as if sensing something.
Dong!
A bell toll, originating from a distant and unknown place, caused Qing Yi's movements to come to a sudden halt.
The crimson ancient mirror was slowly retracted, and her eyes, starkly black and white, gazed deeply into the space ahead.
Only then did she turn her attention to the confused Liang Si by her side.
He didn't ask anything.
He just took out the Flying Boat again, brought Liang Si with him, and turned into a streak of light across the sky.
Elsewhere.
A middle-aged man with disheveled hair was sitting crossed-legged on the mountain range.
The moment the blood sea dispersed, his lower body turned directly into a mist of blood, and the upper body that fell to the ground was also full of large cracks.
The cracks kept expanding, as if they were about to shatter into pieces the next moment.
Yet Liu Yunhai didn't care at all about this, only his pair of blood-colored eyes held threads of hope.
Once with the Sword of Darkness, you carved out a glorious golden age.
In this life, you still wish to do the same, huh?
This era, this world, needs a miracle like you, Divine Emperor.
Crack! Crack!
The chaotic thoughts in his mind, accompanied by the burning sensation from his broken body, slowly converged.
Supporting his broken body with his arms, he moved with difficulty.
Facing east, he bowhead first to the ground, the blood-red gaze in his eyes gaining a bit of clarity.
"Master, I have never forgotten the righteousness you taught."
As the whispers fell, his body shattered into pieces.
...
The ancient forest was somewhat dim due to the thick foliage blocking the sun.
A disheveled youth in a blue robe leaned against a tree trunk, slowly retracting the copper bell that floated in his palm.
At this moment, Liang Hui's face was exceptionally pale, as the consecutive uses of the Flowing Light Bell had once more weakened his just recently recovered body.
However, his face wore a relieved smile, all traces had been cut off, and now he should be free.
'Still, I owe a huge favor!' the youth sighed in his heart.
Liu Yunhai really hadn't left any measures behind, allowing him to more easily cope with subsequent searches from Qing Yi's ripples.
As for the previous master's brother, as long as he was alive, Liang Si would be very safe and would follow Qing Yi into the Yuan Yang Sect.
While immersed in his thoughts, Liang Hui used the tree trunk to help himself stand up, looking up at the intersecting vegetation.
After casually determining a direction, he walked slowly.
For him right now, the most important thing was to find food and water in the unknown jungle, setting aside other matters for the time being.
Creak! Creak!...
The sound of snapping dry branches echoed constantly through the forest.
All kinds of bugs and snakes, whether poisonous or not, were instantly killed the moment they came close to Liang Hui's body.
But such travel kept his Spirit in a state of constant tension.
Less than an Hour had passed, and he was already nearing his limit.
Huu~
With his right hand on a rough tree trunk, several colorful snakes draped over his shoulder, Liang Hui looked at a cave about half a zhang wide not far away.
A weary and pale face showed a hint of a smile as he stepped forward toward the cave.
Just entering the cave, a pungent stench hit his nostrils.
The next moment, a deafening roar came from deep within the cave.
The ground beneath his feet shook with the approach of a brown beastly shadow sprinting towards him.
It was a nearly three-meter tall brown bear, corpulent and fierce-faced.
Clearly, it was very unhappy with the two-legged creature that had intruded into its territory.
At this moment, the smile on Liang Hui's face grew even wider.
"It looks like I won't have to worry about food for a short while."
Thud!
The sound of the bell rang out.
The brown bear's limbs suddenly lost strength, and its corpulent body, under the effect of inertia, slid several meters before coming to a halt, motionless.
Liang Hui looked down at the corpulent brown bear with satisfaction, thinking how robust autumn bears are.
Smack!
He sat down on the beast's carcass, resting for a while to recover some strength and energy before getting up again.
He went outside to collect some dry branches and set them up inside the cave to start a fire.
Crackle! Crackle!
The flames rose, bringing light to the dim cave.