As she gazed at the golden blood on the Demon Lord's body, Nanke's eyes dimmed.
This meant that he had already obtained the Demon Lord's true legacy.
When she thought of those soul-tearing winds in the abyss and those flesh-devouring maggots, she was unwilling, even despairing.
A pained and angry cry burst out from her lips.
The cry echoed through the valley. She used the massive Southern Cross Sword to support her body and stand.
The sorrowful weeping from the gap in her wings suddenly stopped. The two wings once more began to flap as if they wanted to tear apart the darkness.
Her eyes were no longer dim, but as indifferent as ice and snow. The speed at which her wings flapped grew faster and faster, so fast that they seemed like blurs.
An indescribably powerful Qi exuded from her petite body.
This Qi was incomparably noble, yet it disdained to command all living beings. It danced alone on the other side of the lofty mountains, exuding an indescribable coldness.
This was the Peacock, this was Nanke, this was the Surpassing Bird, this was the most unique existence amongst all birds. Not even the Phoenix could make her lower her head.
The Demon Lord's expression grew graver and graver, his voice as cold as ice and as sharp as a blade. "Do you want to die!"
Nanke silently stared at him. The faint green in the depths of her eyes had long ago ignited into flames, giving off an aura of madness.
"Don't forget what the Military Advisor said back then. If you really did allow your soul to completely awaken a second time, you would become an idiot."
The Demon Lord looked at her and said, "Little Sister, don't be muddle-headed. Return with me to Xuelao City. You want to prove Father wrong? No, why did Father never think of passing the throne to you? It's because you're sick! You were born sick! "
He spoke these words very harshly, but they were also very derisive, brimming with contempt and pity.
Nanke was most unwilling to accept this sort of attitude, but she was forced to accept the fact that the Demon Lord spoke the truth.
When she was very young, the soul of the Peacock had awakened in her body, announcing to all of Xuelao City that she possessed the noblest and most powerful bloodline.
No one could have imagined that this also meant that she began to fall ill from that day.
Her comprehension ability was too strong, so the soul of the Peacock had awakened too early, far surpassing the speed at which her body matured. The peacock's soul continued to grow between her eyes. The distance between her eyes grew wider and she looked more and more wooden. If the peacock's soul was allowed to continue to grow and complete the second awakening process, and she still had not grown up, then she would really become an idiot, and there was a high chance that her body would explode and she would die.
The Demon Lord's words had exposed all truths, given all explanations, and also severed all her hopes.
Nanke stood at the bottom of the lake. Her dress was covered in mud and her hair was slightly messy. She looked like a little girl who had just returned from cutting pigweed. She was very pitiful.
Even if she completed the second awakening of her soul that she had started in the abyss, so what?
Even if she could defeat him now, so what?
She would die or become an idiot. In the end, she could not become her father's successor, could not become the master of the demon race.
In this world, no one could cure her illness.
Her omnipotent father couldn't do it, and her omniscient teacher couldn't do it.
The Southern Cross Swords in Nanke's hands gradually lowered, just like her head and her emotions.
At this moment, a voice rang out behind her.
"I can cure it."
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It was a very clear voice. Even though the owner of the voice had experienced a long battle, was heavily injured, and was rather exhausted, his voice still gave off a calm and serene feeling. Perhaps it was because of the content of his words, or perhaps it was because he had always been so easily trusted.
Whether they were his friend or foe, or neither.
This was Chen Changsheng's voice.
Back in the Garden of Zhou, by the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, the first words he said to Nanke upon seeing her were: You're sick.
And then he said to Nanke, "I can cure it."
After so many years, he still said the same words.
Nanke looked at him and seemed to see that youth standing in the grass. Her somewhat dim eyes once more brightened.
At the same time, she once more raised the Southern Cross Swords in her hands.
It was said that change was the main theme of the world, but in reality, there were also many things that were very difficult to change.
At the time, Chen Changsheng's condition was for her to let him and Xu Yourong go. Now, his condition was equally clear.
Nanke was the Demon Princess. She had attacked the young Demon Lord out of disappointment and anger at her father and teacher, but this did not mean that she was willing to betray the Demon race and ally with Chen Changsheng, the Pope of the Human race. It certainly did not mean that she had any good impressions of Chen Changsheng and wanted to help him.
Chen Changsheng's words had given her a possibility.
He could cure her, so it was very reasonable for her to help him.
But Nanke's thoughts were even more extreme than Chen Changsheng's.
She looked at Chen Changsheng and pointed her sword at the Demon Lord. "Let's work together and kill him."
It was very straightforward, very cold, and somewhat foolish. This was Nanke.
"My injuries are too severe," Chen Changsheng said. "There's not much hope."
As if to prove his words were true, the countless swords floating in the night sky began to buzz slightly.
This meant that his spiritual sense was on the verge of being unable to perfectly control these swords.
Nanke slightly raised her brows. Just when she was prepared to say something, her expression suddenly changed as she gazed into the distance beyond the mountains.
In the distance was the north.
To the north of the mountains, a thousand li away, a demon shrouded in a black robe appeared on a hill.
The starlight shone down, bathing the snowy plains in an abnormally pure white. Logically speaking, he should have been extremely eye-catching.
But not even the Great Zhou Army's Red Falcons with the best eyesight would have been able to discover his existence.
He was like a very unremarkable black rock in the snowy plains.
Because he was the Demon Military Advisor, Black Robe, who was the most skilled in concealment on the continent.
Black Robe's gaze rested on a shabby metal plate in front of him.
The starlight fell on the metal plate, just like it had in the past, as if nothing had changed. But in reality, the starlight tonight was different from the starlight of the past one thousand years.
The brightest star in the northern sky had already become abnormally dim, and it was hard to say when it would regain its light.
A gloomy sigh drifted out from Black Robe, its emotions extremely complex.
As someone who had assisted the Demon Lord for almost a thousand years, how could he truly remain unmoved in the face of the Demon Lord's passing?
If he really was unmoved, why were his jade-like fingers resting on the metal plate trembling?
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When Black Robe's fingers rested on the metal plate, Nanke and Chen Changsheng both sensed an immense danger.
Nanke felt it because of the connection between master and disciple, while Chen Changsheng relied on the Fated Star of the orthodox Orthodoxy.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Changsheng yelled, "Kui, Bei, Shen, and Si Ba have proof."
Nanke flapped her wings and swiftly flew into the night sky.
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