Chapter 1024 – The Stone Sculpture Opens Its Eyes (1/2)

Chapter 1024 – The Stone Sculpture Opens Its Eyes

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Chen Changsheng could clearly see that the pressure exerted by the Angel of Sacred Light in the darkness was incredibly powerful. Even amongst the former Storms of the Eight Directions, only the Elder of Heavenly Secrets or Bie Yanghong would have been able to resist it.

No one could determine whether the Li Palace's grand array could suppress this person, or for how long it could suppress this person.

The current Li Palace array was not complete. Mao Qiuyu was still in the capital.

Even more importantly, based on Bie Yanghong's recount, two Angels had appeared that day with Black Robe.

Since one Angel had appeared, the other certainly had the ability to appear as well, but where was it?

This was what concerned Chen Changsheng the most.

It was clear that the appearance of these two Angels of the Sacred Light was related to the Demon Lord.

In a very short moment of time, he made a decision.

While one Angel was still unable to break out of the Li Palace's grand array and the other Angel had not appeared, they had to kill the Demon Lord.

This meant entering the darkness in the courtyard, adventuring into its depths.

At the same time, he still needed to preside over the Li Palace array to both suppress this angel and ensure that the Demon Lord could not leave.

What should be done?

”Don't let it out.”

He placed the Divine Staff in Tang Thirty-Six's hand.

Somewhat disbelieving, Tang Thirty-Six asked, ”Me again?”

There was no meaning to this question. There was no one else present that could temporarily serve as the array pivot.

To put it another way, the only hands the Divine Staff was willing to be held by, besides Chen Changsheng's, were Tang Thirty-Six's.

Who had made it so that he was the one to receive the Divine Staff when the previous Pope was bestowing it?

Although Tang Thirty-Six appeared very angry, his two words like a groan of pain, he did not refuse.

Because he knew that he could not refuse.

He took a step forward and raised the Divine Staff.

The expensive leather boot from Tianliang County made a deep crack in the ground as it stepped on the cobblestones. The Divine Staff in his hand exploded with light, causing the Falling Star Stone and the other treasures to unleash an even more terrifying pressure that surged toward that Angel in the darkness.

Tang Thirty-Six's complexion instantly paled, but his eyes shone with determination.

Chen Changsheng did not see this sight. Before Tang Thirty-Six had taken the step forward, he had already vanished into the darkness.

The divine might of the Li Palace's grand array cut off the courtyard from the world, suppressed the darkness and that other world, but it had no effect on him.

The darkness was so thick that it obscured all vision, but it could not slow him in the slightest.

His spiritual sense was as serene as water. It could light up the most distant star in the night sky, so it naturally could pierce through this darkness before him.

But the Demon Lord had already retreated very deep into the darkness, fusing with it. It would take some time to find him.

Right now, what he lacked most was time.

Fortunately, he was not alone.

When he was passing the Divine Staff to Tang Thirty-Six, that person had already entered the darkness.

More accurately, that person had never retreated from the darkness in the first place.

The biting strum of a zither had impassively struck into the darkness.

The blind zither player truly did have an unfathomable cultivation level and most sturdy mental fortitude. Even the descent of an Angel of Sacred Light was not able to make him waver.

Chen Changsheng heard the note from the zither and his eyes moved, his storm of swords following.

The darkness was torn apart by intimidating sword intents and biting zither notes, revealing a path.

At the end of this path was a tree.

The Demon Lord drifted backward, his two hands laying down barrier after barrier as he retreated.

Sword intent and zither note pursued, shattering those barriers as if they were made of glass.

Countless shattering sounds could be heard as the Demon Lord landed on the ground with countless tears hacked out of his midnight-black robe.

Golden blood could be seen seeping out of those tears.

The howling wind suddenly stopped for a few moments.

Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player appeared.

Zither notes lingered while the storm of swords formed an array.

The tree was suddenly no more.

It had not truly become nothing, only been rendered into the finest powder by zither notes and sword intents.

This powder was so fine that not even the wind could blow it away, so it was naturally impossible to see.