This pillar of light did not originate from the stars, but from an even more distant and unknown world. When it landed on the ground, it was only three meters in radius. One could imagine how condensed it was.
Only the purest and most powerful energy, or even the legendary Gods, could create such a condensed beam of light.
This light seemed very similar to the Sacred Light of the Orthodoxy, but the Demon Lord knew that it was not, and Chen Changsheng knew even better. They both knew where this light came from.
In the sacred pillar of light, the Demon Lord's clothes fluttered in the wind. The broken landscape on his face was washed away and his appearance rapidly aged.
At some point, the seal formed from the Heavenly Tome Monoliths had left the range of the pillar of light and quietly floated in the night sky.
The seal faced the Demon Lord in the pillar of light and gently swayed. It seemed to be filled with many emotions, thousands of memories, and also like it was bidding farewell to an old friend.
The next moment, the beam of light disappeared.
There were no changes in the Snow Ridge Lake Garden. There were no avalanches, no strange changes in the world, no abyss descending. Everything was the same as before, as if nothing had happened.
The Demon Lord stood where he was.
Nanke was rushing over.
The young array master had a very complicated expression on his face.
He looked at the Demon Lord, wanting to speak but hesitating. This happened three times, and in the end, he fell silent.
The Demon Lord drew back his gaze from the starry sky and gazed at the young array master. He said nothing, a pensive look on his face.
Nanke also fell silent as she watched the scene unfold before her.
No matter how long the silence was, it would eventually be broken by the sound.
"Are you going to die soon?"
The young array master softly asked the Demon Lord, seeming very cautious and even a little timid.
The Demon Lord replied, "If you can't even be sure of this and still take the risk of coming to the south, then you are a fool."
The young array master was very sure that he was not stupid, so he smiled.
He laughed heartily.
In the next moment, the complacent smile on his face vanished without a trace and was replaced by sorrowful tears.
He burst into tears.
He laughed and cried, happy yet sad, painful yet happy, humble yet arrogant.
He was like a temperamental child, aggrieved and somewhat proud as he sobbed at the Demon Lord, "Is this okay?"
The Demon Lord sighed. "It's enough."
The young array master cried and said, "Then you will die this time, right?"
The Demon Lord calmly replied, "Yes."
The young array master's expression became somewhat nervous. He licked his dry lips and asked, "Did I perform very well this time?"
The Demon Lord looked at him with admiration. "This scheme truly is quite good."
Hearing the praise, the young Array Master's face immediately lit up. Even his footsteps became lighter.
He walked towards the Demon Lord, his hands and feet dancing and bouncing around like a boulder tumbling down a lonely mountain.
Nanke's face was rather pale. She wanted to come over, but the Demon Lord stopped her with a glance.
The young array master walked to the Demon Lord's side and carefully helped him sit, apparently not wanting the Demon Lord to feel any pain.
He then turned to the Demon Lord and very seriously asked, "Father, does it hurt?
The Demon Lord gazed at the young array master, his eyes filled with affection and satisfaction. "Not bad."
The young array master wiped away the tears hanging on his eyelashes and said, "I didn't want it to be like this either."
As he spoke, his right hand struck the Demon Lord's chest like a black bolt of lightning.
It was a pitch-black dagger that could not reflect any light.
The dagger stabbed deeply into the Demon Lord's chest, golden blood gushing out of the dagger's hilt.
It seemed that this dagger was hollow.
The Demon Lord painfully coughed. "You … shouldn't have used … this sword."
"Because this is a relic of Sir's friend?" The young array master pulled the black dagger out of the Demon Lord's chest, glanced at the nearby ground, and said in a fit of pique, "Even that fellow can use a dragon's beard as a sword, so why can't I, Sir's son, use it?"
Chen Changsheng was lying there.
The young array master pulled out the Demon Lord's hand, strenuously broke off the Demon Lord's fingers one by one, and took something out.
The Demon Lord's expression remained calm, as if he could not feel the pain of losing his fingers.
It was an object shaped like a ram's horn comb. It was hard to tell what it was, but it was probably his final life-saving measure.
If the young array master had not promptly used his sword to sever the Demon Lord's last chance of survival, perhaps the Demon Lord really might have found a chance to counterattack.
"Big Aunt reminded me that when facing Sir, I had to be careful, careful, careful."
The young array master looked at the ram's horn comb and said with lingering fear, "But no matter how careful I was, I could never have imagined that the Heavenly Demon Horn was on Sir's person."
He very carefully put away the ram's horn comb, then turned to the Demon Lord and smiled. "Didn't Sir say that twenty-some years ago, when Little Aunt left Xuelao City, she stole this sacred object away? Father, Sir is truly crafty. We all thought that it was in Mount Li. "
The Demon Lord smiled. "Your little aunt was so stupid that she was tricked away by little Little Su. I had to teach him a lesson."
The young array master recalled the bloody incident in the Longevity Sect and sighed, "How could this be the end of the lesson? Fortunately, Sir should not be able to continue lecturing me now. "
The Demon Lord's life was at its end, and he had no more tricks up his sleeve, so he could no longer counterattack.
Only after confirming all the details did the young array master truly relax. He sat down at the Demon Lord's side and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. After panting for a few moments, he finally calmed down. Suddenly, he looked at the starry sky and smiled, then shook his head, seemingly filled with endless sorrow.
"In truth, I was also afraid, but what could I do? In the end, I still had to do it. Fortunately, I still won in the end. "
Whether it was the silence at the start or the madness at the end, whether they were standing, sitting, or lying down, the Demon Lord, the young array master, and Nanke were all very similar. Perhaps they were different on the outside, but their minds and temperaments were completely the same, especially when they were together.
They were like the black mountain, the white water, and the bloody moon in the extreme north of the snowy plains, exuding cruelty, blood, and mystery, yet also incomparably harmonious.
If no one disturbed them, perhaps this scene would have continued for even longer, but in the end, there was still a person in this painting.
And it was precisely because he was a person that he could not stand in this painting.
Chen Changsheng stood up, and the painting instantly gained a few brighter colors.
That incomparably determined brightness came from his eyes and his voice.
"From the battlefield to the Mount Song Army headquarters to here, many people have died to protect you, to save you. If you win, what about them?"
He looked at the young array master and said, "No matter who you are, no matter why you've come, this is wrong."
The young array master looked at him, somewhat surprised that he could still stand up. Then, a mocking and derisive smile appeared on his lips.
"His Holiness the Pope is truly as strange as the rumors say, but what else can you do?"
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