Chapter 768 – A Demon Lord Since Time Immemorial (1/2)
Chapter 768 – A Demon Lord Since Time Immemorial
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Tonight, this sort of sigh had occurred several times.
When Zhu Ye's group had been standing by the lake shore and realized that the master of the Cinnabar Pill was Chen Changsheng, they had given a similar sigh.
In the snowy mountains, when Zhu Ye's feet were cut off by the sound of the zither and he looked up at the stars to await his death, he had given a deep sigh.
Now, when Chen Changsheng saw the middle-aged scholar, he also could not help but sigh.
The gap between the two sides was too vast. Even if he used all his methods and possessed a boundless intelligence, even if he was willing to sacrifice his life, he would find it impossible to reverse the situation.
Of course, he would be reluctant, but would find himself utterly helpless. All his emotions would ultimately intersect and transform into a single sigh.
What shocked and confused Chen Changsheng the most was that everyone said that the abyss was endless, so why was he still alive and standing right in front of him?
As he thought of these things, he shot a silent glance at Hai Di.
From the moment he heard that chilling strum of the zither and turned to look, Hai Di had ceased to move. His gaze remained fixed on the direction from which the sound of the zither had arisen, precisely where the scholar was standing now.
This powerful demon was currently stiff in both body and mind, but Chen Changsheng was very sure that the demon had noticed his glance.
This glance was a question.
'Do you want to work together?'
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The humans and demons had fought for many years, both sides suffering grievous casualties and developing the deepest of grudges, especially after the accord between Emperor Taizong and the Demon Lord was torn up one thousand years ago. Except in extreme circumstances, like the unforgettable grudge of the Liang clan after their clan was almost completely exterminated, or the old matter regarding Zhou Dufu, the experts of the two sides had never worked together. When Shang Xingzhou was secretly supervising the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, he had only come to a silent agreement with the powerful figures of Xuelao City that neither side would involve themselves in the other's affairs, but neither side would ever directly borrow the other's strength.
No one could bear such eternal infamy.
But Chen Changsheng would not have to worry about this problem when working together with Hai Di, because the identity of this middle-aged scholar would have the entire continent agree with his plan.
And this alliance was certainly feasible. Hai Di was highly likely to agree to this alliance.
Two years ago, after the rebellion in Xuelao City, the Demon Lord had died and Nanke had disappeared, and countless ministers and members of the Imperial clan loyal to the old government were executed, but Hai Di had survived, and his influence was even greater than before. Now, he was imbued with the weighty authority of the frontlines of the Demon Army. It was an absolute certainty that he had been one of the members of the rebellion.
If he wanted to live past this night, he had to ally himself with Chen Changsheng.
The temptation of killing Chen Changsheng, the Pope of the Human race, was truly enormous, but to Hai Di, killing this scholar was clearly a matter that surpassed everything else in the world.
Hai Di did not return Chen Changsheng's questioning glance. He continued to stare, warily and fearfully, at the scholar, his grip tightening on the broken monolith.
The ruined courtyard was very quiet. Everyone was well aware of what this silence signified.
Nanke's eyes turned colder and colder, the luster of her wings turning darker and darker, and even more enchanting and monstrous.
It was at this point that the middle-aged scholar spoke.
”I'm about to die.”
His voice was very ordinary.