Other than the legendary White Sun Flame, the Demon populace were more concerned about that divine carriage and that small carriage.
When they thought about how the Human Pope and Holy Maiden were in the carriage, even though they were defeated, they couldn't help but feel curious and excited. In the snowy plains of the land of demons, Chen Changsheng was very famous, while Xu Yourong was even more famous because of the Demon Lord's passionate confession. But who was in that small carriage? The populace was very confused as to why a human could be ranked ahead of the Pope and Holy Maiden. As speculations spread, the populace learned that this was the teacher of the Human Emperor and the Pope, Shang Xingzhou. It was said that he was on par with Wang Zhice.
Shang Xingzhou ignored the curious gazes from the sides of the street. His gaze was also brimming with curiosity as it rested on the buildings lining the street.
He had come to Xuelao City before and read through countless related documents, but this was his first time entering this city.
To him, this capital of the Demon race was both strange and familiar, brimming with an intoxicating sense of unreality.
Just like those buildings, they truly were very beautiful, but also very illogical.
Just what did those spires that soared into the clouds symbolize?
Why was it that the windows were clearly inlaid with glass as blue as the ocean, allowing the most dazzling sunlight to enter, so sinister and sinister, like a true Netherworld?
The most magnificent building appeared before everyone's eyes. Even in the pitch-black, starless night, it was still striking, like a true mountain.
It was the Demon Palace.
The ten-some zhang tall gate of the Demon Palace was already broken, and light blue flames could be seen at its edges, probably related to the materials used.
The small carriage stopped outside the Demon Palace, not entering, so the entire convoy stopped.
Time slowly passed, but the small carriage remained motionless, and no sound came from within.
Countless gazes fell on the small carriage.
The Tang Old Master walked to the side of the small carriage.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong also walked to the side of the small carriage.
The Tang Old Master asked through the azure curtain, "Are we going in?"
The azure curtain was raised, revealing Shang Xingzhou's face.
He asked, "Is it about time?"
The Tang Old Master turned to Chen Changsheng.
After a moment of silence, Chen Changsheng nodded.
They had entered the city in the morning and only now arrived at the Demon Palace. Besides the reasons mentioned earlier, the most important reason was that he had ordered the entire convoy to circle around Xuelao City, ensuring that they passed through all the famous streets and saw all the famous buildings.
"It's about time."
The Tang Old Master said.
"Then this is it."
Shang Xingzhou let out a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes.
It was silent in front of the Demon Palace. The sounds of battle in the distance and the light from the fireworks that lit up the night sky could clearly be heard here.
After some time, the Tang Old Master stepped forward and lowered the curtain.
Chen Chang Sheng walked to the front of the carriage and carried the young Taoist down.
The Little Daoist knew who he was, so he wasn't afraid and hugged him tightly.
Chen Chang Sheng noticed that the little Taoist's sleeves were tied very tightly and there were some bloodstains on his face. He knew that they were left behind from the past few days of treating the soldiers.
"You have an uncle whose sleeves are cut very short. It's very convenient. I'll do it for you in the future."
The Little Daoist nodded and said, "Alright."
Xu You Rong stepped forward and took him from Chen Chang Sheng's arms.
The little Daoist had never seen Xu Yourong before, but he still behaved very obediently.
Chen Changsheng walked into the Demon Palace.
Xu Yourong carried the little Daoist and followed behind.
The little Daoist looked at the carriage and finally couldn't help but cry, "Is the old ancestor dead?"
Chen Chang Sheng didn't say anything and didn't turn around.
The Tang Old Master followed, his hands held behind his back.
Wang Po had come. He was prepared to pull the small carriage into the Demon Palace.
"I'll do it."
Xiao Zhang took over the task.
Everyone knew that the most suitable person for this task was Chen Changsheng, but they also knew why he was unwilling to stop.
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The sounds of fighting in the Demon Palace gradually came to a stop. Some of the palace halls had begun to blaze, but they were quickly extinguished. Even though they were occupied, everything seemed to be in order.
Just like Chen Changsheng's footsteps, they were steady and rhythmic, neither hurried nor slow.
But he could not clearly see the appearance of the halls in the Demon Palace.
These halls were built from the extremely rare black stone and had an extremely majestic aura. Moreover, different halls had different styles and colors. When these techniques, commonly seen in Xuelao City's paintings, were applied to these buildings, they truly were astonishing, exuding a rich and dazzling sense of beauty.
But in his eyes, these were all blurry patches of color.
In the depths of the Demon Palace was a field of sunflowers. It occupied an extremely vast area, looking like a yellow sea. Even on this cold and cheerless autumn night, it still exuded an aura of boundless warmth.
The group stepped through the sea of sunflowers and proceeded deeper. They sensed that the warmth around them was gradually growing colder, while an evil and gloomy energy like the darkness of the night was growing stronger.
It was recorded in the Daoist scriptures that this energy was the Qi of the abyss, one of the sources of the Demon race's power.
The Demon Palace was at the edge of the abyss, so it seemed like it really wasn't far.
The yellow sunflowers parted like the tide, and an incomparably tall palace that was completely black in color appeared before everyone's eyes.
Through the stone steps that were several li long, the group entered the Demon Palace.
Only now was Chen Changsheng's vision no longer blurry, though it was still somewhat red.
The space within the Demon Palace was enormous. There was not a single stone pillar to support it, and it was entirely built from massive black stones. At every set distance, one would see a painting, a person, a landscape, a flower, or even a simple brush stroke. All of them seemed to contain a great deal of wisdom.
Starting from the gate of the Demon Palace, the group had not encountered any demons, nor had there been any here. It was abnormally deserted.
A dark green light suddenly appeared in front of the group, stabbing at Chen Changsheng's forehead.
Even at this distance, the group could sense the poison on it.
Chen Changsheng was very familiar with this green light. It was Nanke's Peacock Plume.
Xu Yourong said something to the young Daoist boy in her bosom, but she did not raise her head.
The dagger flew through the air and accurately stabbed at the green light.
Just when Chen Changsheng was prepared to receive Nanke's strange attack, the green light vanished in the air.
Soon after, a series of collisions came from above the Demon Palace, and then snowflakes drifted down.
With a loud bang, the two figures landed heavily on the ground. Even the hard black rocks were smashed into several cracks.
As the dust settled, a black-clothed girl restrained Nanke.
"Why have you become so much weaker?"
The black-clothed girl asked Nanke in confusion.
Chen Changsheng looked at Nanke's pale face and was also rather surprised. He didn't know what she had endured in the days she had been back in Xuelao City.
"I truly regret that I should have killed you the moment I saw you in the Garden of Zhou."
Nanke ignored the black-clothed girl and stared at Chen Changsheng's face, her voice brimming with boundless hatred.
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while. Without replying, he continued deeper into the Demon Palace.
Nanke gazed at his back and shouted in despair, "Will you only be satisfied when we all die?"
"No, I just want you to surrender."
Chen Changsheng silently gazed at the small carriage, then repeated, "Surrender."
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(Today, the television drama series' Choosing Heaven 'began airing on Hunan Television. The novel has also reached this point, and I feel a little emotional. When I was young, I would often hear people say, 'Let's stop here, let's stop here.' For some reason, I felt very sorrowful. When I was writing about the year of Qing Yu, I wrote that song in 'Yi Xiu'. It was also very sorrowful. I wish everyone a happy life, and Shang Xingzhou will last through the ages.) (To be continued …)
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