In the depths of the sea of stars, a speck of light appeared.
This speck of light was extremely dim and small, probably in a very distant place.
Chen Chang Sheng naturally thought of the countless stars he saw when he chose his Fated Star. It was as if there were thousands of lights in the sky.
On the other side of this sea of stars was another sea of stars, and the speck of light seemed to be in that sea of stars.
The speck of light was gradually growing brighter, indicating that the source of light was approaching the observer.
The brighter the speck was, the closer the source of light was.
There was another possibility.
This was a beam of light aimed right at his eyes.
Chen Changsheng felt an intense wariness, because the speck of light was changing from dark to bright too quickly.
In the next moment, his sleeves began to rise while countless lights and shadows appeared in his eyes.
He sensed that his Fated Star, which was like a little red fruit quietly floating in the sea of stars, suddenly move.
The beam of light had not yet reached the sea of stars, but it was already having an effect.
Soon after, many people sensed that their Fated Stars were affected and began to rotate. The Demon Hall was filled with cries of alarm.
"The constellations are changing!"
The demon scholars looked at the vast sea of stars in the night sky like they were seeing the end of the world as they madly yelled.
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Was the Sacred Light Continent beginning to invade?
The faint killing intent in the night sky made everyone feel an intense unease.
Only Black Robe calmly gazed at the night sky, a faint smile on her pale blue face.
Ten years ago, in the snowy mountains, Chen Changsheng had seen a similar sight, but he still found it impossible to calm down. Tonight, this beam of light was coming at him.
With a soft hum, like the bell of Sangharama Temple was ringing once more, the clouds over Xuelao City began to churn and then scatter.
A beam of light fell on Chen Changsheng's body.
This beam of light had traversed the distant sea of stars, but when it landed on the ground, it was only a few feet in radius. One could imagine how pure it was.
Only God could do such a thing.
This beam of light was imbued with the aura of destruction, desolate and desolate as if it had come from the end of the world.
But Chen Changsheng was not destroyed like the Demon Lord. He stood in the beam of light, his body unharmed.
In the next moment, he understood the reason.
This beam of light required him to live.
Stimulated by the beam of light, the Sacred Flame in his body burned even more fiercely, exuding boundless light and heat. It formed a small mountain of flame that swept into the night sky.
The flame rose higher and higher, until it surpassed the Demon Hall and reached the night sky above Xuelao City.
That pillar of light became even brighter, and where it came into contact with the flames, tens of thousands of tons of golden liquid splashed out.
The golden liquid did not fall to the ground, but smeared into the night sky.
The night sky there gradually became a smooth mirror surface, and it continued to expand until it occupied the entire sky of the Demon Palace.
That pillar of light and the Holy Light within Chen Chang Sheng's body was the bridge that connected the two continents. What about the mirror? Could it be the materialization of the Space Crystal Wall?
The powerful pressure from the other world caused space to distort and distort, especially the turbulence in the sky.
The moon in the distance looked a little flat due to the distortion of space.
Cries and shouts could be heard all over Xuelao City. The populace ran out of the city, and it was even more chaotic than when the human armies had broken into the city.
Many deep cracks appeared on the ground. The Devil Hall had collapsed, and there were rocks floating in midair everywhere. The scene was extremely mystical.
A protrusion appeared on the mirror. It gradually extended outwards, and the outline became clearer and clearer. It was actually a face.
The surface of the mirror grew tighter and brighter, until it became transparent. That face was finally revealed.
There was no emotion on that face. The bridge of the nose was high and the eyes deep. It could be called perfect.
"Archangel …"
Wang Zhice's expression finally changed somewhat as he muttered to himself as he gazed at that face.
Very few people heard his mutterings. At this tense moment, there was no time to think about how he knew that this face belonged to an Archangel.
As that indifferent face approached the ground, the mirror in the night sky grew thinner and thinner, more and more transparent.
The sight behind the mirror caused countless cries of alarm to ring out from the Demon Hall, as well as Black Robe's somewhat deranged laughter.
On the other side was the endless darkness. Several hundred Angels quietly floated in the air, their white wings striking.
Everyone saw this sight, shocked and then terrified.
Not everyone was afraid. To Xiao Zhang, these Angels were like moths.
To him, the source of his fear was that distant pressure, that gaze.
There were no eyes, but it was clear that there was an existence that transcended matter observing the world they resided in.
Was that God?
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Those Angels seemed to have arrived in the night sky above Xuelao City, but in reality, they were still tens of millions of li from the Central Continent, perhaps even further.
Based on the amount of time that had passed, all the intelligent beings of the Central Continent, whether they were humans, demons, or demi-humans, still had time to write their last words.
The Angel army descended with this pillar of light, fusing with the statues in the demon flames, and the world would welcome its destruction.
"Does Master have any ideas?"
Xu Yourong asked Wang Zhice.
While everyone's gazes were focused on the pillar of light and Chen Changsheng, she had been paying attention to Wang Zhice.
She was confident that there was a reason why such a legendary figure had appeared in the Demon Palace today.
She had noticed a detail. Wang Zhice had easily recognized the face of an Archangel, which made her even more confident.
But Wang Zhice's answer did not satisfy her.
"I'm still thinking."
Thinking could be described as observing, but it could also be described as waiting.
Tang Thirty-Six was in no mood to think about those unspoken words as he stared at Chen Changsheng in the pillar of light. He sneered, "Then why did you come? To watch the show? "
Xu Yourong drew back her gaze and tilted her head to look at the mirror of light in the night sky.
Chen Changsheng noticed her movements and thought to himself, how cute. I haven't seen her like this in the last few years.
Xu Yourong thought it over and decided not to wait for Wang Zhice. She said to Black Robe, "I can stop you."
Black Robe's lips perked up as she jeered, "Is that so?"
It was clear that she did not believe Xu Yourong's words, just like how Xiao Zhang did not believe the Demon Lord's words, believing them to be empty threats.
Chen Changsheng replied, "I can also do it, because it's a very simple method."
Black Robe arched her brows. "Is that so? Then what are you prepared to do? "
"Just kill me and everything will be fine."
"Just kill him and everything will be fine."
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong said at the same time.
They glanced at each other.
Chen Changsheng smiled.
Xu Yourong did not smile.
All was quiet, the only sound being the flowing demon flames.
All gazes were on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
Black Robe looked at them, her eyes gradually turning cold.
This was the answer, the only method.
She had not expected Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong to think of it so quickly, and to be so calm.
"Before Shang Xingzhou died, he said to me that if anything happened to you, he would kill you."
Xu Yourong calmly said to Chen Changsheng, "My apologies, I did not tell you about this matter."
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(I have always liked Chen Li and have always believed that the Marvelous Ability Song should be used as the theme song for 'Coming Night'. I have also seriously proposed this to the film company, but I do not know if it will succeed. I have also always liked Yourong, but because of the length of the novel, I rarely have the chance to show the beauty that she exists in my imagination. I have written a little of that in this chapter, and I am very happy. In addition, I suddenly realized that eight years ago today was the day that the spy began. Time really … quickly disappears. To me, the spy is a very special work. In terms of words, it cannot compare to 'Coming Night' or 'Choosing Heaven', but it is my personal favorite story. If there are any friends who have not read it, I recommend that you read it.)
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