Chapter 134: Light Falls on Your Face
Deep within the sea of stars, a point of light appeared.
That point of light was extremely faint and small, seemingly located at an incredibly distant place.
Chen Changsheng naturally recalled the sea of stars he had seen during his fate-star determination back then, like ten thousand household lamps burning bright.
Opposite this sea of stars lay another sea of stars, and that point of light seemed to be within that distant expanse.
That point of light was gradually growing brighter, meaning the light source was drawing closer to the observer.
The light point grew increasingly luminous, indicating the source was approaching.
There was another possibility.
This was a beam of light aimed directly at his eyes.
Chen Changsheng felt a strong sense of alert, because that point of light had shifted from dim to bright far too quickly.
The next moment, his sleeves stirred without wind, and countless shadows of light flickered in his eyes.
He sensed that his fate-star, hanging quietly outside the sea of stars like a small red fruit, had suddenly begun to move.
That beam of light had not yet reached this sea of stars, but it had already caused an effect.
Soon after, many people felt their own fate-stars affected, beginning to rotate, and cries of alarm filled the demon temple.
"The constellations are shifting!"
A demon scholar stared at the stars in the night sky, shouting wildly as if witnessing a scene of apocalypse.
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Had the Holy Light Continent begun its invasion?
Feeling the faint killing intent in the night sky, people were gripped by intense unease.
Only the Black-robed figure quietly watched the night sky, a faint smile on his pale green face.
Ten years ago in the Snow Ridge, Chen Changsheng had seen a similar scene, but he still could not remain calm, because tonight this pillar of light was coming for him.
With a soft hum, as if the bells of Galan Temple were ringing anew, the night clouds above Snow Old City churned endlessly before scattering.
A beam of light fell upon Chen Changsheng.
This light had crossed the distant sea of stars, and when it landed on the ground, it was only a few feet in diameter—one could imagine how pure and condensed it was.
Only a deity could accomplish such a feat.
That pillar of light carried a sense of destruction, utterly desolate, as if from an end-times era.
But Chen Changsheng was not destroyed like the Demon Lord of years past. Standing within the pillar of light, his body remained completely unharmed.
The next moment, he understood the reason.
That light needed him alive.
Stimulated by the pillar of light, the holy flame within him burned even more fiercely, emitting boundless light and heat, forming a flame like a small mountain that swept toward the night sky.
That flame rose higher and higher, until it passed over the demon temple and reached the night sky above Snow Old City.
That pillar of light grew even brighter, and where it met the flame, tens of millions of tons of golden liquid splashed out.
Those golden liquids did not fall to the ground but instead coated the night sky.
The night sky there gradually turned into a smooth mirror surface, expanding continuously until it covered the entire sky above the demon palace.
That pillar of light and the holy light within Chen Changsheng served as the bridge connecting the two continents. What about the mirror surface? Could it be the materialization of spatial crystal walls?
The powerful pressure from the otherworldly realm twisted and deformed space, especially high in the sky, where many turbulent currents appeared.
The distant moon, due to the spatial distortion, looked somewhat flattened.
Snow Old City was filled with cries and wailing as the populace fled toward the outskirts, more chaotic than when the human army had breached the city.
Deep cracks appeared on the ground, the demon temple collapsed, and stones floated suspended in midair everywhere, creating an extraordinarily strange scene.
A protrusion appeared on that light mirror, gradually pushing outward, its outline growing clearer—it was actually a face.
The mirror surface stretched tighter and tighter, growing brighter and brighter until it became transparent, and that face finally revealed itself.
That face bore no emotion, with a high nose bridge and extremely deep eyes, nearly perfect.
"An archangel..."
Wang Zhice's expression finally shifted as he murmured, staring at that face.
Only a very few heard his muttering, and in such a tense moment, there was no time to wonder how he knew that face belonged to an archangel.
As that indifferent face descended toward the ground, the light mirror in the night sky grew thinner and more transparent.
Seeing the scene behind the light mirror, countless cries erupted in the demon temple, along with the somewhat manic laughter of the Black-robed figure.
Beyond was endless darkness, with hundreds of angels floating silently in the air, their white wings strikingly visible.
Everyone saw this scene—stunned, then terrified.
Not everyone was afraid. To Xiao Zhang, these angels were like moths.
To him, the source of fear lay in the distant pressure, that distant gaze.
There were no eyes, but clearly, an existence beyond the material realm was observing their world.
Was that a deity?
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Those angels seemed to have already arrived in the night sky above Snow Old City, but in truth, they were still tens of millions of miles away from the Central Continent, or even far more.
In terms of time, the intelligent life of the Central Continent—whether humans, demons, or monsters—still had time to write their final farewells.
When the angel legion descended with this pillar of light and merged with the stone statues within the demon flame, this world would face destruction.
"Do you have any way?"
Xu Yourong looked at Wang Zhice and asked.
While everyone else's gaze was fixed on the pillar of light and Chen Changsheng, she had been watching Wang Zhice.
She believed that a legendary figure like him, appearing at the demon palace today, must have some purpose.
She noticed a detail: Wang Zhice had easily recognized the archangel's face, which gave her more confidence.
Yet Wang Zhice's answer did not satisfy her.
"I'm still thinking."
Thinking could mean observing, or it could mean waiting.
Looking at Chen Changsheng within the pillar of light, Tang Thirty-Six had no mood to ponder those subtexts and sneered, "Then why are you here? To watch the show?"
Xu Yourong withdrew her gaze, tilted her head, and looked toward the light mirror in the night sky.
Chen Changsheng noticed her movement and thought how adorable she was—he rarely saw this side of her in recent years.
Xu Yourong thought for a moment, then decided not to wait for Wang Zhice any longer. She said to the Black-robed figure, "I can stop you."
The Black-robed figure curled his lips in mockery and said, "Is that so?"
Clearly, he didn't believe Xu Yourong's words, just as earlier Xiao Zhang hadn't believed the Demon Lord's words, thinking they were empty threats.
Chen Changsheng said, "I can too, because the method is very simple."
The Black-robed figure raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Is that so? Then what do you plan to do?"
"Just kill me."
"Just kill him."
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong said simultaneously.
Then they exchanged a glance.
Chen Changsheng smiled.
Xu Yourong did not.
Silence fell, broken only by the sound of the demon flame flowing.
All eyes were on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The Black-robed figure looked at them, his gaze growing cold.
This was the answer, the only method.
He hadn't expected Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong to think of it so quickly, and to remain so calm.
"Before Shang Xingzhou died, he told me that if something happened to you, I should kill you."
Xu Yourong said calmly to Chen Changsheng, "Sorry, I never told you about this."
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(I've always liked Chen Li, and I've always believed that "Wonderful Ability Song" should be used as the theme song for "The Night." I've even seriously suggested it to the film and TV company—who knows if it will work out. I've also always liked Yourong. Due to space constraints, I rarely had the chance to show the beauty she exists in my imagination. I wrote a bit in this chapter, and I'm very happy. Also, I just realized that eight years ago today was the day "The Interlude" began. Time really... passes so quickly. To me, "The Interlude" is a very special work. In terms of writing, it's not as good as "The Night" or "The Selection of Heaven," but it's the story I personally like the most. If any friends haven't read it, I recommend you give it a look.)