Just like that, the Prince of Xiang died. Meanwhile, Cao Yunping had long since fled the Imperial Palace to the banks of the Luo River ten-some li away.
Even at such a distance, the people in the palace could still hear his trembling voice and the words he kept repeating, "Your Majesty, please spare my life!"
Eunuch Lin's face was pale.
Tonight was the only blemish on his life.
However, he was still Eunuch Lin. He knew how to write the word 'integrity'. He could not be as shameless as Cao Yunping, kneeling and begging for mercy.
With a flip of his palm, he slapped it towards the top of his head. At the same time, he reversed the flow of his True Essence and prepared to end his own life.
But when his palm landed on the top of his head, it was unable to move down. The true essence in his meridians also seemed to have congealed, unable to rush into his Ethereal Palace.
"Let's go. Don't enter the palace again. This place … is not a good place."
Yu Ren said to him.
Eunuch Lin was stunned.
Because of the late Emperor, he spent most of his life in the palace.
Even though he was later exiled by the Tianhai Divine Empress to his home, he still thought of his days in the palace every day.
No one had ever told him not to come back, no matter if it was because of morality, unwillingness, or something else.
Moreover, no one had told him that this was a bad place.
Eunuch Lin left the Imperial Palace, somewhat desolate, even dazed.
No one cared about his departure. All eyes were on Yuren.
No one had expected His Majesty's realm to be so unfathomable.
The sun disappeared, and the night clouds were swept back into the sky above Jingdou by the autumn wind, once again covering up the many stars.
Yuren looked at a certain place in the clouds. After confirming that the White Emperor had left, he turned his gaze to the north, a worried expression on his face.
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Xuelao City, Demon Palace.
Chen Changsheng directly answered the Demon Lord's question, "Master and I are not worried about the capital because Senior is there."
The Demon Lord jeered, "You think you can fool me like this? When you left Xining Village, you had not even begun cultivating, and I believe that he had not either. After that, the number of times you met him was limited, and I am sure that he had never fought in front of you. "
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Yes, until now, no one has seen senior fight."
The Demon Lord asked, "Then how can you judge his abilities? Don't tell me that it's because he's my senior. "
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I only figured it out afterwards."
The Demon Lord asked, "Understand what?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "On the night of the Divine Queen's accident, why did senior come out from the bushes?"
The Demon Lord's expression chilled. "What do you mean?"
Chen Changsheng said, "He followed Master to the Mausoleum of Books during the day. This also means that he only used one day to view all the Heavenly Tome Monoliths."
The Demon Lord's pupils constricted. "Absurd! Can't he use other methods? "
He had never been to the Mausoleum of Books, but he knew the rules of the mausoleum.
In the Mausoleum of Books, only by comprehending one Heavenly Tome Monolith could one proceed to the next one, until they reached higher and higher, finally reaching the summit.
No one could break this rule, not even Zhou Dufu before he finished viewing all the monoliths.
Based on what Chen Changsheng had said, Yu Ren had viewed all the Heavenly Tome Monoliths in a single day. And when he thought about how Yu Ren had heard Chen Changsheng's voice and was in a hurry to save him, he might not even have looked carefully before casually passing through those Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
This was very likely the truth, but the Demon Lord could not accept it.
No one had ever done such a thing. It was rumored that Zhou Dufu had once done it, but the Li Palace had never confirmed it.
Chen Changsheng's act of viewing all the monoliths of the front mausoleum in a single day had shocked the entire continent. If Yu Ren had used only one day to view all the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, what did it mean?
It meant unimaginable talent and power.
If all this was true, then the rebellion of the Prince of Xiang and Cao Yunping was just a farce to Yu Ren.
The Demon Lord could even imagine that not even the White Emperor would dare to lightly act.
The bloodlines of the Tianhai Divine Empress and the Chen clan truly were terrifying.
The Demon Lord even felt that the rumor of defying the heavens and changing fate was false. The heavens might be jealous of Yu Ren for enduring so much pain at birth …
"It seems like we really can only admit defeat?"
"Yes."
The black demon flames were like a swamp, sucking in all the light.
The Qi of the abyss assaulted them, making everyone feel somewhat uncomfortable.
The Demon Hall was very cold and cheerless. There were no slaves, no concubines.
There were only several officials wearing small white hats and ten-some elders wearing red capes standing around the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord pointed at those white-hatted officials and said, "They are all historians. The final history of my race should be completely recorded."
He then pointed at those elders wearing small red capes and said, "These are all the wisest scholars of my race. I presume that you and that emperor have enough brains to determine that the fruits of my race's civilization should be adequately protected and preserved. Even if we exterminate our race, we should not exterminate everything."
These words finally made Wang Po and Xiao Zhang feel a little different about the Demon Lord.
The demeanor of a sovereign could be understood as forceful endurance, but this sort of mental calmness and ease had always been the pursuit of experts.
Chen Changsheng replied, "Back in White Emperor City, I said that there would be no extermination of the race."
Ten years ago, in that large courtyard covered in yellow sand near the Xiang clan's estate, he and the young Demon Lord had discussed many topics.
These topics included the starry sky, thousands of generations, and naturally, the future of the Human race and the Demon race.
Even more secretive was that only Xu Yourong, Tang Thirty-Six, and the little Black Dragon knew that in these last ten years, Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord had maintained a constant correspondence.
Their correspondence was not very frequent, only two or three letters a year, but it had never stopped.
This was also something that had been agreed upon in White Emperor City.
At the start, they wanted to imitate Grand Scholar Tungus and that generation's Pope, but in the end, they helplessly realized that the content of their correspondence had become negotiations.
If the Human race won, just what conditions would the Demon race be willing to surrender?
There was no answer.
Even now, there was still no answer.
"The servants will become your slaves, living out their bitter lives in gloomy and damp mines. The Divine race will be forced to intermarry with you, their bloodline gradually diluted until they can no longer exist as an independent race. In my view, this is no different from extermination. I cannot accept it. "
The Demon Lord added, "And the Divine race has always been the masters of this world and the entire world. How could they surrender to you mortals?"
Chen Changsheng seriously said, "But you lost."
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