Chapter 1009 – A Thousand Years Later (1/2)
Chapter 1009 – A Thousand Years Later
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
On a certain day much later on, Demon Lord Nero watched as a blizzard of snow fell from the heavens and was swallowed up by the abyss behind the Demon Palace. He was suddenly reminded of that snowfall in White Emperor City.
Xuelao City was assailed year-round by snowstorms, and he had borne witness to countless, but none of them had left a deeper impression on him than that particular snowfall.
White Emperor City was located in the south, so its climate was gentle and warm. It was also near the Western Sea, so it rarely saw snow, but the snowfall on that day was incredibly heavy.
In just half a night, that city along the banks of the Red River was covered in snow, the yellow sands in the courtyard painted white.
The Demon Lord drew his gaze back from the abyss and said to Chen Changsheng, ”I was wrong. On that day, I should have paid every price to kill you.”
Nanke indifferently said, ”I think so too.”
Chen Changsheng was covered in blood, but his expression was very calm. ”That's already a matter of the past.”
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In this snowstorm from far in the past, Chen Changsheng arrived at that courtyard near the Xiang clan's estate.
The Demon Lord truly had not intended to kill him, at least in the beginning.
Chen Changsheng opened the gate of the courtyard and entered, his shoes making a satisfying crunch as they stepped on the soft and fresh snow.
He wore a plain Daoist robe, though he had also added a large cape to his attire.
The cold wind blowing against the mantle of snow quickly erased his footprints and also lifted up a corner of his cape.
Deep within the courtyard was a tree. A small clay stove had been placed under the tree, with a pot of tea boiling on it. Two seats had been placed around the stove.
The Demon Lord sat on the seat to the north.
The seat to the south was empty and waiting.
Chen Changsheng walked under the tree.
The pot of tea was just beginning to boil, letting out a pleasant whistle.
As pleasant as the Demon Lord's voice.
”A thousand years.”
Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of the Demon Lord's words.
It could be presumed that anyone who knew of today's talk would feel a similar melancholy.
Exactly one thousand years ago, Emperor Taizong and the previous Demon Lord held a conversation in Luoyang.
It was an extremely famous conversation that no one in the continent did not know about. Even after a thousand years, it was still a topic reminisced on and sighed about by the populace.
Even after tens of thousands of years, this conversation would probably still occupy the most important chapter in the annals of history.
This conversation had decided the future of the entire continent.
The Human race would submit and pay tribute; the Demon race would have their wolf cavalry return to the north.
To the Human race, this conversation should have been the greatest humiliation, but because Zhou Dufu had appeared amongst the willows, it took on a different meaning.
From this standpoint, this conversation was not only between Emperor Taizong and the previous Demon Lord. Rather, it was a discussion between three great individuals.
A thousand years later, the leader of the Human race and the Lord of the Demon race met once more, soon to partake in another conversation.
How could it not feel dizzying?
Chen Changsheng said, ”Today, there are no bystanders to our conversation, so it might be very quickly lost in history.”
The Demon Lord answered, ”In the future, I will have a historian record our conversation today and even demand that every child be able to memorize it.”
Chen Changsheng shook his head. ”I will not do this, because I do not feel it will be very important.”
These two statements took opposite positions but had very similar meanings.
Both the Demon Lord and Chen Changsheng had revealed an extremely formidable, almost frightening, self-confidence.
How one recorded it in the history books or if it was even recorded was the right of the victor.
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