Daoist Siyuan and An Lin said nothing, but they clearly supported Linghai Zhiwang.
Hu Thirty-Two sighed and said, "It's not easy to kill … but it still has to be killed."
Tang Thirty-Six turned to Chen Changsheng.
He had no opinion on this matter, so he wanted to see what Chen Changsheng thought.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, then nodded.
The matter was decided.
The people in the Daoist church might not be able to kill Madam Mu, but Madam Mu had to die, one day.
Because this was the will of the Li Palace, the will of the Human race.
Chen Changsheng had once said to Luoluo that the Demi-human race had to pay a sufficient price for the deaths of Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.
He had not said it clearly at the time, but Luoluo knew what he meant: Madam Mu's death.
No one was willing to die, much less a Saint, even if she was the constellation of Aquarius that the Demon Lord spoke of, her spiritual world different from the rest.
So Chen Changsheng could not understand why Madam Mu had suddenly stopped on that night four days ago and not killed him.
If that strength that flowed through the streets of White Emperor City like an undercurrent and intimidated the countless tribes along the two shores of the Red River did not come from Xuelao City, then where did it come from?
Chen Changsheng gazed thoughtfully at the night sky outside the hall.
The wind and snow had already stopped. There were no clouds in the night sky, and one could clearly see the many stars.
Was it snowing in that mountain range to the north that was also illuminated by the many stars?
Even if it was not snowing, the ice and snow accumulated on those mountains were probably cold enough.
Why was that mountain range called the Starfall Mountains?
Countless years ago, the Heavenly Tomes fell in the heart of the continent while streams of fire spread everywhere. There were many in Mount Han, but were there also many here?
If the Starfall Mountains were dug up, would they see the remains of stars, or would they see nothing?
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… …
In a certain building deep within the Imperial City, there was a pot of golden-threaded sculpture from Xuelao City.
Madam Mu calmly gazed at it, her expression very calm. It was like she did not care what had happened in today's snowstorm, or perhaps nothing had happened at all.
"This is the most famous work of my race's Master Gasso from four hundred years ago."
The Demon Lord walked in from outside the hall and said, "I didn't expect that it had always been in Sir's hands."
"It is indeed art. Unfortunately, there are not many people in this city who can appreciate it with me."
Madam Mu drew back her gaze from the complex lines of the carving that seemed to contain the infinite beauty of the starry sky. She turned to the Demon Lord and said, "His Majesty also does not seem interested."
The Demon Lord smiled. "What do you want to say?"
Madam Mu calmly asked, "Why has His Majesty not moved today?"
The Demon Lord said, "I didn't think that Chen Changsheng would be so afraid of death that he actually moved the entire Li Palace over."
Madam Mu indifferently asked, "Has Your Majesty lost confidence because of this?"
The Demon Lord calmly gazed at her. "A few days ago, on the observation platform, you stopped me from acting. Why are you advising me now?"
Madam Mu's voice became even lighter, as dull as the Western Sea when there was no wind. "Times have changed."
The Demon Lord's eyes suddenly turned deep and serene. "Four days ago, you also did not act. When was that?"
Madam Mu did not directly answer his question. "If Your Majesty acts today, I will naturally act as well."
They both wanted Chen Changsheng to die, but in the end, it was still a question of who would act first.
Chen Changsheng was very difficult to kill. His cultivation level was even higher than rumored, and even more troublesome was that he had moved the entire Li Palace over.
With the cultivation levels of those Prefects of the Orthodoxy and the precious treasures they carried with them, even Madam Mu found it rather troublesome.
Back in the Li Palace, she had clearly sensed the killing intent formed from the laws of the world.
And now, more and more demi-human personages and ordinary people in White Emperor City were standing on Chen Changsheng's side.
There was not a single cloud in the night sky, the countless stars shining brightly. The wind blowing from the other side of the sea was also unhindered and rather strong.
The sea breeze traveled through the halls and stone platforms, ultimately arriving in front of her.
Madam Mu smelled the salty scent of the wind and that familiar dampness, but she did not miss it.
The sea breeze could too easily turn living creatures into lifeless salted fish, and the damp air could easily become sticky, bringing with it a great deal of pressure.
A hint of exhaustion appeared in her eyes as she said, "Then let's wait a little longer."
"Just what is My Lady waiting for?"
The Demon Lord slightly arched his brows at her. "Waiting for them to dig up that mountain and see if that person is dead or not?"
To be able to obtain the loyalty of Black Robe and the Demon Commander, to force his mighty father into the abyss, to be able to obtain the fervent worship of all the inhabitants of the snowy plains of the land of demons in a few short years, the young Chen Changsheng naturally did not lack intelligence, but he now realized that he was finding it harder and harder to understand just what Madam Mu was thinking.
Madam Mu indifferently said, "At this time, I don't even know what I want to see."
The Demon Lord stared into her eyes and said, "Isn't what you should be doing now stopping them?"
Madam Mu asked, "Why?"
The Demon Lord suddenly felt that he had made a mistake.
No one in the world could control, or even understand, an Aquarius woman.
Madam Mu did not know what he was thinking, but she calmly looked to the north.
She truly did not know what sort of answer she wanted to wait for, but she was sure that she wanted to wait for an answer.
Whether he was alive or dead.
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… …
Before going to the Starfall Mountains, Chen Changsheng had once thought that as long as there was an answer, it was not good.
And then he saw the black cliff, the unbreakable seal. He saw no answer, no truth. This was the best result.
But in the end, there could only be one truth. The answer would be revealed sooner or later, and he had already vaguely guessed at it.
This made his mood rather gloomy, especially when he thought about Luoluo, who was still in the Imperial City, hoping that he could rescue the White Emperor.
The vast sky of stars had already retreated, revealing the morning light, which was then shattered by countless even brighter sword glows. Like the corpses of fireflies, they drifted down to the black cliff.
Chen Changsheng sat cross-legged in front of the black cliff, his sheath across his knees.
Today, he did not close his eyes to meditate. Instead, he calmly gazed at the black cliff as if he wanted to see through it.
Several hundred famed swords from the previous generation of the Garden of Zhou, with his body as the source, incessantly slashed at the black cliff, but they did not truly strike at the black cliff's strength. Instead, near, far, on the lake, on the summit, they tempered themselves against the invisible seal, just like they had in the past few days.
The seal that had originated from the same source as the Tong Palace was now much weaker, no longer possessing its former might.
Correspondingly, the momentum of the swords was even more extraordinary. According to their respective positions, they formed the South Stream Temple Sword Array and slowly but inexorably crushed forward.
The Starfall Mountains were filled with awe-inspiring sword intents. At a casual glance, one could see a dazzling sword glow.
Daoist Siyuan had once visited Mount Li, and when he saw this sight, he couldn't help but recall the famous Myriad Sword Array.
Besides Daoist Siyuan, Linghai Zhiwang and the other Prefects of the Orthodoxy, as well as Wenshui City's Fivekind Man, were all standing guard at Chen Changsheng's side.
The Bear tribe, the Shi clan, and several other large clans had dispatched their bravest and strongest warriors to take control of the area around the black cliff.
Several hundred demi-human experts had gathered in the mountain range with a circumference of several li. Experts on the level of Jin Yulu and Xiaode numbered ten-some.
Even farther away, on the other side of the lake, dust was rising and the roars of monsters could occasionally be heard. The armies of the various tribes had probably already taken control of all the valleys.
The situation had long since become clear, regardless of whether the ministers, generals, and tribal leaders of the Demi-human Court believed it or not.
The truth would very quickly appear before their eyes. (To be continued.)
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