Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

226: Chapter 226 An opportunity to liberate all humanity in the Demon Realm and achieve universal harmony!As the two palms collided, the entire land of the Demon Realm trembled.

At that moment, the spatial barriers above the Demon Realm shook violently, and countless pitch-black cracks spread in all directions from the center of the impact.

Every living creature in the Realm felt the ground beneath their feet shake violently, as if the end of the world had arrived.

In the sky, the two palms did not dissipate but continued to stall, locked in a struggle of strength.

The Five-Colored Palm flowed with brilliance, as steady as a rock.

However, that demon palm covering the sky gradually began to show signs of decline during the stalemate.

The Great Demon Venerable was, after all, striking across Realms from the Immortal Realm, separated by the entire barrier between the Immortal and Demon Realms.

Even if he didn’t care about the rules of the Heavenly Dao, he had to restrain his strength to some extent when he struck.

The reason was simple: if he poured down all his power without reservation, this Demon Realm might not be able to withstand it.

If he really shattered the Demon Realm, the backlash from Karma would be no joke.

Even if he was at the Peak of the Immortal King Realm, he would still suffer greatly.

It was precisely because of this slight restraint that his demon palm gradually fell into a disadvantage.

In the Immortal Realm, within a certain dark palace.

The Great Demon Venerable’s Face was ashen, and a fierce light flickered in his eyes.

The nameless fire in his heart burned brighter and brighter, tribulation qi rushed to his head, and only one thought remained in his mind:

Increase output; forget the Demon Realm and Karma, destroy that damned Five-Colored Palm first.

Just as he was about to strike with all his might regardless of the consequences, a voice rang out in his mind.

The voice was very light, as if coming from a very distant abyss, yet also like a whisper right by his ear.

Just a single word.

The Great Demon Venerable’s whole body shook, and most of the madness in his eyes instantly receded.

He remained silent for a long time.

The hand suspended in the Void Realm was eventually withdrawn slowly.

Above the Demon Realm, the demon palm covering the sky slowly dissipated.

Although the Great Demon Venerable withdrew his hand, his gaze still stared gloomily at the Demon Realm.

He recognized that Five-Colored Palm.

Previously in the Spirit Realm, this palm had ruined many of his plans.

Now that the opponent had struck again to protect Feng Bage, it was clearly telling him that this little brat had someone backing him.

But just which existence was this?

The Great Demon Venerable had tried to deduce the opponent’s origin more than once, but no matter what Divine Ability he used, the result was always a blank.

It was as if that person did not exist in any world, untouched by Karma and leaving no trace.

Any calculation failed to find a foothold.

What annoyed the Great Demon Venerable even more was that he couldn’t even calculate the relationship between Feng Bage and the opponent.

If he had known Feng Bage had such a figure behind him, he might not have personally stepped onto the field today.

With this outcome, he had lost both Face and substance.

Face went without saying; a dignified Peak Immortal King had struck, only to be blocked by a single palm. If this got out, where would he, the Great Demon Venerable, put his Face?

The substance was even worse; he had disregarded the rules of the Heavenly Dao to strike across Realms, and the Heavenly Dao’s backlash had already descended.

Invisible shackles wrapped around his Divine Soul and body.

Without eight hundred to a thousand years of nurturing, it likely wouldn’t be repaired.

Not to mention those same-level powerhouses in the Immortal Realm; they were probably having a grand time laughing at him in secret.

The Great Demon Venerable could almost imagine their Faces.

“Oh, isn’t this the Grand Demon Venerable of Primordial Beginning, Limitless, World-Ending, Heavenly Punishment? How come you can’t even handle a Junior?”

“I heard you were slapped back by a single palm? Tsk tsk tsk.”

The Great Demon Venerable took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed these thoughts, closed his eyes, and spoke no more.

...

Demon Realm, Southern Region.

Feng Bage looked at the gradually dissipating Five-Colored Palm, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He also recognized that palm.

To be precise, he recognized the aura contained within that palm.

It shared the same source as his Revered Master, Ming He, yet it was also different.

A surge of complex emotions rose in Feng Bage’s heart as he murmured to himself: “Revered Master... is it you... so... you’ve been watching all along...”

Beside him, Chu Xiu, who had been trembling under the residual power of the two giant palms, was stunned when he heard Feng Bage’s murmur.

Revered Master?

He naturally knew Feng Bage had a Revered Master behind him.

After all, Feng Bage had an endless supply of good things, like the divine robe he wore.

It was definitely not something an ordinary Cultivator could produce.

Initially, Chu Xiu only thought he was the Disciple of some great powerhouse from the Spirit Realm and had lamented the kid’s good luck.

But now it seemed that the level of Feng Bage’s Revered Master far exceeded his imagination.

At that moment, a figure appeared beside Feng Bage at some unknown time.

Feng Bage’s heart tightened, and he suddenly turned to look.

He saw a person dressed in a black robe, with a handsome Face. His features were somewhat similar to his Revered Master in the Spirit Realm, Ming He, but his temperament was completely different.

Ming He was cold and aloof, with a heavy and introverted personality—essentially munsao.

But the person before him was as gentle as jade, with a smile in his eyes and a warm aura, making one feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze at first sight.

Before Feng Bage could speak, the person spoke first.

“Disciple.”

The newcomer was none other than Gu Yan’s External Incarnation—the good body, Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang.

Hearing the voice and seeing the Face similar to Ming He’s but with a different temperament, Feng Bage immediately understood.

This must be that Revered Master he had never met before.

He immediately lifted his robe and bent his knees to kneel and pay respects.

The person reached out to support him, holding him up, and shook his head with a smile: “We don’t do that here.”

Feng Bage was stunned for a moment, then stood up straight. Not being overly formal, he said respectfully: “Disciple greets Revered Master.”

This “Revered Master” was called out with full confidence.

Although strictly speaking, his official Revered Master was Ming He.

However, both Ming He and the Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang before him were Incarnations of Gu Yan, essentially the same person.

From another perspective, Feng Bage was a shared Disciple; calling either of them Revered Master was not wrong.

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang nodded, his gaze passing Feng Bage to look at Chu Xiu, who was standing dazed to the side.

Chu Xiu was completely frozen.

Seeing this mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared looking at him, he felt his scalp tingle, and every pore in his body screamed of danger.

This sense of pressure was even more terrifying than the demon palm from earlier.

“Are you Chu Xiu?” Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang spoke in a calm tone. “Not bad, not bad.”

Chu Xiu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he momentarily didn’t know what to say.

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang continued with a hint of praise: “Striving for the Human Race of the Demon Realm for a lifetime, never backing down for tens of thousands of years. This Heart-Nature is rare.”

Chu Xiu felt a wave of trepidation in his heart.

He didn’t expect the other party to know him, not just his name, but also the things he had done in the Demon Realm.

He couldn’t see through this existence’s Realm at all.

Although he didn’t know exactly what level the other party’s cultivation Realm was, Chu Xiu knew very well that he wasn’t even an ant in front of him.

“Senior... you overpraise me.” Chu Xiu replied dryly.

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang smiled slightly, ignoring his nervousness, and continued: “I see you’ve been in the Demon Realm for many years, fighting alone, killing some Demon Race members and protecting a portion of the Human Race. But it’s piecemeal work, treating the symptoms but not the root.”

“Now there is an opportunity. I wonder if you are interested?”

Chu Xiu was startled and subconsciously asked: “What opportunity?”

Immortal Emperor Yuan Fang said: “An opportunity to liberate all humans in the Demon Realm and achieve the great cause of great harmony under heaven.”

“An opportunity to make it so the Human Race in the Demon Realm no longer lives in constant fear, is no longer trampled like ants by the Demon Race, and is no longer raised and slaughtered like livestock.”

“An opportunity to let the Human Race on this land live with dignity and walk with their heads held high.”

Chu Xiu’s whole body shook violently upon hearing this.

These words, every single one of them, struck the most painful spot in his heart.

He had struggled and drifted in the Demon Realm for tens of thousands of years, having seen countless human tragedies.

Human villages slaughtered overnight by the Demon Race, Cultivators refined into pills, and Mortals treated like livestock, becoming blood food and playthings.

He thought his life would just be like this: killing one Demon Race member counted as one, killing two was a profit, until he died.

But now, someone was telling him there was a chance to change all this.

“Senior!”

Chu Xiu suddenly bent his knees and knelt straight on the ground: “Junior is willing!”

“If I can trade for a glimmer of hope for the entire Human Race of the Demon Realm, Junior is willing to entrust my life. Even if I am ground to dust, I will have no complaints!”