Chapter 1166 – Isll Stop Here (1/2)

Chapter 1166 – I'll Stop Here

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Other than the legendary White Sun Flame, the demon commoners were also focused on the holy carriage and that other small carriage.

Even as the losers, when they thought about how that holy carriage contained the Pope and Holy Maiden of the Human race, they couldn't help but be curious and excited. Chen Changsheng was very famous in the demon realm, and Xu Yourong was even more famous, as the Demon Lord had once passionately confessed his love for her. But who was in the small carriage? These commoners were perplexed, surprised that there was a human who could rank above the Pope and Holy Maiden. As their speculations began to spread, the commoners finally learned that this was the teacher of the Human race's Emperor and Pope. He was called Shang Xingzhou, and he was apparently an individual equally as famous as Wang Zhice.

Shang Xingzhou paid no attention to the curious gazes from the streets. His gaze, also brimming with curiosity, was focused on the buildings lining the streets.

He had come to Xuelao City before and read countless documents concerning it, but this was his first time actually entering the city.

To him, this capital of the Demon race was both strange and familiar, packed with an intoxicating and unreal sensation.

Just like these buildings, it was truly both gorgeous and yet unreasonable.

Just what did those steep spires soaring into the clouds symbolize?

Why was it that those windows embedded with glass as blue as the ocean, clearly capable of welcoming the most dazzling of sunlight, seemed so sinister, like they were entrances to the Netherworld?

The most magnificent of the buildings appeared before everyone's eyes. Even in the dark and starless night, it loomed before them like a high mountain.

This was the Demon Palace.

The front gate to the Demon Palace, ten-some zhang high, had already been broken open. Its edges were fringed by blue flames, most likely related to the material that it was constructed from.

The small carriage stopped outside the Demon Palace. It did not enter, so the entire convoy stopped.

Time slowly passed. The small carriage did not move, and no sound came from within.

Countless gazes stared at the small carriage.

The Tang Old Master walked to the small carriage.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong also walked up.

Through the blue carriage curtain, the Tang Old Master asked, ”Do you want to go in?”

The curtain was raised, revealing Shang Xingzhou's face.

He asked, ”Is that about it?”

The Tang Old Master turned to Chen Changsheng.

After a short pause, Chen Changsheng nodded.

They had entered the city in the morning, but they had only reached the Demon Palace at this late hour. The most important reason for this was that Chen Changsheng had ordered the convoy to make a circuit of Xuelao City, demanding that it pass through all the famous streets and neighborhoods to see all the famous buildings.

”That's about it.”

The Tang Old Master said.

”Then I'll stop looking here.”

Shang Xingzhou gave a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes.

It was utterly silent in front of the Demon Palace. The sounds of battle in the distance and the fireworks in the sky could be clearly heard and seen.

After some time, the Tang Old Master stepped forward and put down the curtain.

Chen Changsheng walked to the carriage and hugged the young Daoist boy.

The boy knew who he was and was not afraid. He tightly hugged back.

Chen Changsheng noticed that the boy's sleeves were tied very tightly and there were a few bloodstains on his face. He knew that these were left over from all the soldiers he had treated in these last few days.

”You have an uncle whose sleeves are cut very short. It's very convenient that way, and in the future, I'll cut them for you.”

The boy nodded. ”Okay.”

Xu Yourong stepped forward and took the boy from Chen Changsheng's embrace.

The young Daoist boy had never met Xu Yourong, but he was still very obedient.

Chen Changsheng walked into the Demon Palace.

Xu Yourong hugged the young Daoist boy and followed behind him.

The boy looked back at the carriage and finally could no longer hold back his tears. ”Is Ancestor dead?”