One thousand years ago, it was him, one thousand years later, it was still him, but in the end, the Demon Lord was unable to escape the laws of history and fell in a rebellion.
Of course, according to the rules of history, the initiator of this rebellion must be his most trusted subordinate.
As the left and right arms of the Demon Lord, Military Advisor Black Robe and the Demon Commander had spent countless years vying for power, opposing each other with equal harshness, and their hatred was extremely deep. It was only because of the Demon Lord's supreme prestige that peace was barely maintained, and was this not the result that the Demon Lord was most willing to see, even deliberately indulging in?
Who could have imagined that they would join hands and launch a most secretive attack on the Demon Lord?
The Demon Lord who had returned from Mount Han had not yet recovered from his heavy injuries, and now he had suffered such a bitter betrayal, falling into the endless abyss. In the end, the throne fell onto his youngest son. At the very beginning, both the nobles of Xuelao City and the humans of the south believed that this young Demon Lord was a puppet pushed out by Black Robe and the Demon Commander. Only when Divine General Han Qing was lured to death by this young Demon Lord through an extremely sinister method did the entire continent finally understand that he was the true instigator of this rebellion!
For the sake of the imperial throne, brothers killing each other or father and son killing each other were not rare occurrences in both the Demon race and the Human race. In short, the Demon Lord that no one, from Zhou Dufu and Emperor Taizong to the Tianhai Divine Empress and Yin and Shang, had ever been able to truly defeat, ultimately fell into the stinking gutter of history, defeated at the hands of his own son.
But didn't he die in the Endless Abyss? Why would he appear in this snowy ridge at this time?
As they looked at the middle-aged scholar by the lake, An Hua and the deputy general paled and found it difficult to breathe.
This was the question that everyone present wanted to know the answer to the most.
Nanke stood in front of Chen Chang Sheng and said nothing.
She knew very well just how painful of a price she had to pay to climb out of that endless abyss. Even she did not want to recall it again.
The Demon Lord naturally would not explain. He said to Chen Changsheng, "I'm only about to die, but I'm not dead yet. I don't want to die, so I came to find you."
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "Why did you come to find me?"
The Demon Lord expressionlessly said, "I've come to seek your help."
"You want the Cinnabar Pill?" Zhizhi suddenly asked.
Her voice was a little tentative, but it could also be said to be hopeful.
"It's not enough. There's too little blood mixed into the Cinnabar Pill."
The Demon Lord's answer shattered her last hope.
Hai Di, An Hua, and the deputy general couldn't help but be stunned by these words.
There was blood in the Cinnabar Pill? Whose blood? If the Tang Seventeenth Master heard these words, he would immediately understand that the crystalline red threads in the Cinnabar Pill were not blood coral, not the blood of the little Black Dragon, but Chen Changsheng's blood!
After a while, An Hua and the deputy general glanced at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes. They had also thought of the same thing.
In the past few years, the story revolving around the Tianhai Divine Empress, the venerable Daoist master Shang Xingzhou, the emperor, and the Pope had long since spread to the world.
Through the guidance and propaganda of the Orthodoxy, everyone knew that His Holiness the Pope possessed an innate sacred body and that his true blood contained countless sacred lights.
It turned out that the Pope had used his own blood as medicine. It was no wonder that the Cinnabar Pill could regrow bones and cure the dying!
It was no wonder that the number of Cinnabar Pills was so limited that only a small bottle could be refined every month.
It was no wonder that the Pope had not spread this recipe.
It was simply impossible to imitate this pill. Besides the Pope, who could provide this medicine?
As she looked forward, An Hua felt that Chen Changsheng's figure had grown even larger, bathed in the starlight, incomparably divine.
I am using my blood to save all living beings. What sort of benevolence is this, what sort of emotion is this?
When she thought about how she had been very dissatisfied with the master of the Cinnabar Pill in the Mount Song Army headquarters, and even how disappointed she had been earlier, An Hua felt deeply ashamed.
Chen Changsheng said to the Demon Lord, "If I knew that Sir was still alive, I would have been a little more careful, because the Cinnabar Pill contains my blood. This cannot be hidden from you."
Back then, the Demon Lord had taken an enormous risk to travel tens of thousands of li to Mount Han precisely to eat him.
After the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, the Pope had said to him that the only person in the world that still dared to lust for his true blood was the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord had an intense desire, and he also had the means, the courage, to resolve the poison that might be hidden in his true blood.
Zhizhi looked at Chen Changsheng, extremely worried and somewhat angry. In her view, if not for the fact that Chen Changsheng had lost too much of his true blood over the past year to refine that lousy pill, severely affecting his cultivation, Hai Di would not have been able to keep them here. Thus, they naturally would not have needed to face such a terrifying situation.
The Demon Lord calmly said, "Since I am still alive and have allowed me to find you, perhaps this is your fate."
Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said, "Sir should be well aware that when I was born, I was a poisonous fruit."
The corners of the Demon Lord's lips perked up, revealing an enchanting smile. The mountains and rivers on his face suddenly brightened and his voice became exceptionally gentle and pleasant. "I am a man. In the end, I have more courage than Little Tianhai, and I have more years than her, have seen more of the world. Perhaps I can resolve these problems."
Chen Changsheng vaguely understood what he meant and said, "But you are also not confident."
The Demon Lord replied, "Even if I am not confident, it now seems that you are confident."
Chen Changsheng silently gazed at the wisps of ice drifting down in front of him.
The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "The fact that the Cinnabar Pill did not poison those human experts to death means that you have already found a way to remove the poison in your true blood."
Chen Chang Sheng silently thought to himself, what poison could there be? It's just a conflict between different Divine Laws.
Zhizhi couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want Chen Changsheng to remove the poison of his own accord and then offer himself up to you to eat?"
"Why not? Once I eat you, my old wounds will be healed and I will be even stronger than I was in the past. I will naturally return to Xuelao City and seize the throne. Although I am confident that I will obtain the final victory, not even I can completely see through Black Robe and Big Girl's brains, and that unfilial son is a pretty good madman. Thus, this will assuredly take a very long time, assuredly plunged into a bitter battle. It is highly likely that my Divine race will not be able to advance south for several hundred years. Is this not the greatest benefit to your Human race? "
The Demon Lord calmly said to Chen Changsheng, "The Daoist faith has always emphasized benevolence in ruling the world. You, as the Pope, did not hesitate to use your blood as a pill for the sake of saving all living beings. Why not transform yourself into a pill and let me consume it? I can also save all living beings, and even more. Your death can be exchanged for several hundred years of peace. Why not?"
This was clearly an absurd proposal, but as he slowly said it, it seemed somewhat reasonable.
Zhizhi could not bear to listen any longer and yelled, "Then why don't you go die yourself!"
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