Chapter 3: Waiting for You, Lady Goddess

At this moment, the armored man and the scholar retreated frantically.

Hidden in the shadows, Suyao also watched in disbelief as the bronze bell floated above the young man's palm.

But all these actions, every scene, came to a halt as Liang Hui lightly tapped the bronze bell with his slightly bent finger.

Dong!

The ancient and heavy toll of the bell spread around the temple.

The armored man and the scholar who had just escaped the temple collapsed without a struggle, as did the soldiers surrounding the perimeter, regardless of their strength.

Even the lurking observers outside the temple, who had avoided several rounds of slaughter, fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, corpses littered the surroundings of the temple, the earth almost dyed red with blood, the scent of rust filling the air from the blood flowing on the ground.

Under the moon's silver light, the young man's face was pale, his head slightly tilted, as he gazed at Suyao, who had reappeared within the temple's confines.

The girl's playful smile had turned solemn, her gaze complex as she watched the broken bell in Liang Hui's hand.

In that seemingly future memory, she had also wielded this bell to overturn the lives of countless beings.

"So it's true after all. Could such a glorious future still come for us? Your Majesty."

"Who knows?"

Liang Hui murmured softly, but his gaze remained fixed on the girl's movements. He didn't trust her one bit now.

He refrained from striking Su Yao just now not only because he didn't want the disciples of the Demon Spirit Sect to chase him relentlessly but also because he wasn't confident in completely killing the girl.

After all, the Dao techniques were mysterious and unpredictable, and the Demon Spirit Sect excelled in them. They surely possessed techniques for survival by substitution.

The girl felt Liang Hui's wariness in his gaze.

With a light chuckle, the complex emotions in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a lively spirit.

Without any hesitation, she turned and walked out of the temple, disappearing from view amidst the blood-red surroundings. Only one sentence reached the young man's ears.

"My master, and that senior sister, will be arriving soon."

The words dispersed with the wind.

Only Liang Hui, sitting calmly atop the Buddha's head, slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, and the broken yet sacred bronze bell also disappeared into the young man's mind.

Glancing at Liang Si, who had fallen asleep on the ground at some point, he withdrew his gaze. Sensing his increasingly weak and tired body, he resisted the relentless onslaught of drowsiness.

At this moment, he couldn't afford to rest at all. This sleep might be the last time he ever woke up. The moonlight was bright, the trees tall and straight. A figure stood on a tree branch, backlit by the moonlight, gazing at the dilapidated temple and the blood-red earth below.

Suddenly, a figure in white rushed forward, leaving behind a trail of lingering shadows on the ground as it headed towards the temple.

At the moment she stepped into the temple gate, she turned her head to look at the tall tree. Their gazes met and intertwined, one lively and cunning, the other obscured by a faint mist, unable to see clearly.

Then, the white figure stepped into the temple. "What a beautiful goddess," the young woman smiled lightly, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her jade-like skin became even more alluring under the moonlight.

Finally, her figure disappeared completely in the original place, within the temple gate. Blood and the stench of death filled the air, as the white-clad figure approached, her black hair flowing loosely, exuding an otherworldly aura.

Her face was veiled, her eyes shrouded in mist, captivating anyone who gazed upon them. Her red lips were exquisite, and she wore a sparkling silver bracelet on her wrist.

With graceful steps, the bracelet chimed crisply and melodiously, washing away the bloodstains in the temple with its sacred radiance.

At this moment, the woman became even more ethereal. In the blink of an eye, the bloodstains dissipated, and the woman carefully surveyed the weak and almost dying young man in front of her.

His body was frail and dark-skinned, dressed in coarse linen clothes rarely worn by commoners, with only a pair of bright eyes shining.

This seemingly ordinary young man in those memories that seemed like the future had actually achieved such magnificent feats, fulfilling the ideal of transcendence and unity pursued by generations of predecessors in the sect.

Although in those memories, the young man had slaughtered countless, joined the demonic path, and even struck her down, destroying the sect she belonged to.

But at this moment, none of that had happened yet.

The woman's red lips parted slightly.

"Liang Hui, the Divine Emperor, the Demonic Immortal."

"Cough... Divine Emperor or Demonic Immortal, I just want to live, my lady," Liang Hui responded intermittently between coughs. Just as he said, at this moment, all he wanted was to survive.

"My lady," the woman chuckled lightly, her bright gaze bringing a layer of brightness to the temple.

"In my memories, you also addressed me as such, but in the end, you resolutely rang the curtain call for us all!" "My teachers, elders, companions, and all my loved ones, including myself, were buried in the dust of history by you."

Though her words were light, they carried a chilling aura of death.

"I have never done such things. I am just Liang Hui, a farmer from Huaiyuan Town. I have never been a Divine Emperor or a Demonic Immortal."

"I just want to live," Liang Hui murmured softly.

As his words fell, silence engulfed the temple.

Only the increasingly subdued coughs of Liang Hui could be heard.

After a while, the woman in white waved her hand, and a stream of light fell upon the young man's almost exhausted body, gradually revitalizing him.

Feeling his body rejuvenate, Liang Hui breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the crisis had passed.

In the end, it turned out that I made the right bet. This disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect has the same personality as in that memory. Dao comes first, and everything else follows. And for this disciple, the path she seeks is the same as what the ancestors of the Yuan Yang Sect pursued: transcendence and unity.

This was also the shortcut he planned to take by joining the Yuan Yang Sect. As for joining the demonic path in that memory, let's not joke about it now. After that memory, which seemed like a glimpse into the future, spread widely, he immediately discarded the option of joining the demonic path.

As for what the demonic path in this world is like, he knows it very well.

But, ninety-nine percent of them are lunatics, perverts, and delusional individuals. Going there with his current identity would undoubtedly result in being flayed alive, tortured, or even having his soul extinguished.

Even possessing a powerful weapon like the Flowing Light Bell wouldn't be enough.

On the other hand, sects like the Yuan Yang Sect are different.

Although there are still unsavory things within the sect, at least the people there are relatively normal.

Fear and apprehension lead to communication and seeking a way out. Therefore, heading towards the righteous path is the best choice.

In his thoughts, the woman in white had already walked slowly to Liang Hui's side. A blue jade bottle appeared out of thin air in her fair palm, which she handed to the youth.

"Xiao Yang Yuan Pill, a sacred medicine for treating internal injuries and replenishing vitality," she said.

"Thank you, Goddess," Liang Hui murmured, without hesitation, taking the jade bottle and swallowing a pill from it.

As the pill dissolved in his mouth, it turned into warm streams that flowed towards his internal organs.

Humming... Under the soothing effect of the warm streams, Liang Hui's painful internal organs felt as if they were being massaged, causing him to involuntarily cry out in relief.

At the same time, in his mind, the Flowing Light Bell, vibrating constantly to prevent any mishaps, also calmed down.