Ze Tian Ji Chapter 1176

Chapter 1176 – Light, Falling on Your Face

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

A point of light appeared in the abyss of the sea of stars.

It was an extremely faint light, probably originating from a place that was extremely far away.

Chen Changsheng naturally recalled those countless stars he saw on the night he fixed his Fated Star, reminiscent of the myriad twinkling lights of a city.

Across from this sea of stars was another sea of stars, and this point of light seemed to be in this other sea of stars.

This point of light was gradually brightening, meaning that the source of this light was approaching the observer.

The gradual brightening of this light meant that it was getting closer.

There was another possibility.

This was a beam of light being thrust at his eyes.

Chen Changsheng felt an incredible danger, because the point of light was brightening too quickly.

His sleeves began to flutter while countless images manifested before his eyes.

He sensed that his own little red fruit, his Fated Star floating outside the sea of stars, had suddenly begun to move.

That beam of light had still not reached this sea of stars, but its effects could already be felt.

Many people began to sense that their Fated Stars were being affected, were beginning to move, and the Demon Hall was filled with cries of shock.

“The constellations are changing!”

The demon scholars yelled as they looked up at the countless stars in the night sky, acting like they had seen the end of the world.

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Had the Sacred Light Continent begun its invasion?

The faint killing intent coming from the night sky made everyone incredibly nervous.

Only Black Robe calmly gazed at the night, a faint smile on her pale green face.

Ten years ago in the snowy mountains, Chen Changsheng had seen a similar sight, but he still could not remain calm, as tonight, this pillar of light was aimed at him.

There was a light drone, like the ringing of Sangharama Temple’s bell. The dark clouds over Xuelao City frothed and scattered.

A beam of light fell on Chen Changsheng.

This light had pierced through the vast sea of stars, but when it landed, it had a circumference of only a few feet. One could imagine just how pure it was.

Only God could do something like this.

This pillar of light was suffused with the aura of destruction. It was silent and clear, a herald of the end-times.

But unlike the old Demon Lord, Chen Changsheng was not destroyed. He stood in the pillar of light, his body unharmed.

He soon understood why.

This light needed him alive.

Stimulated by the pillar of light, the Sacred Light in his body blazed even more fiercely. The endless light and heat it exuded formed a small mountain of flames that climbed to the night sky.

The flames climbed higher and higher, surpassing the Demon Hall and soaring into the skies of Xuelao City.

The pillar of light grew even brighter, and golden liquid began to gush out from where it met the flames.

This golden liquid did not fall to the ground, but painted the night sky.

That part of the night sky gradually became as smooth as a mirror, gradually expanding until it occupied all the sky over the Demon Palace.

The pillar of light and the Sacred Light in Chen Changsheng’s body were the bridge connecting the two continents, but what of the mirror? Was it a manifestation of that spatial crystal wall?

The powerful pressure from the other world caused space to deform and vortices to appear in the sky.

The distant Moon seemed rather flat in this distorted space.

Xuelao City was filled with wailing as the people ran out of the city. It was even more chaotic than when the human armies broke into the city.

Many deep cracks appeared on the ground and the Demon Hall collapsed. One could see stones floating in mid-air, granting the scene an exceptionally mystical flavor.

The mirror of light began to bulge outward, and as it probed out further, the outline within grew clearer and clearer. It was a face.

The surface of the mirror grew increasingly taut, increasingly bright, until finally, it became transparent. That face finally appeared.

This face was also devoid of emotion. It had an aquiline nose and extremely deep eyes. It could be described as perfect.

“Archangel…”

Wang Zhice’s expression finally changed, his eyes fixed on that face as he muttered to himself.

Only a few people could hear his mutterings, and at this tense moment, there was no time to ponder about how he knew that this was the face of an Archangel.

As that indifferent face approached the ground, the mirror of light grew thinner and more transparent.

Countless gasps, mixed in with Black Robe’s somewhat deranged laughter, came from within the Demon Hall as the crowd saw what was behind the mirror.

In the infinite darkness on the other side were several hundred Angels floating in the air, their white wings a stark contrast against the black.

Everyone who saw this was stunned, and then afraid.

Not everyone was afraid of them. To Xiao Zhang, these Angels were mere moths.

To him, the fear came from that distant pressure, that gaze.

There were no eyes, but it was obvious that some existence that transcended physical existence was currently observing the world they resided in.

Was that God?

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The Angels seemed to already be over Xuelao City, but in reality, they were still tens of thousands of li from the Central Continent, and this was perhaps a gross underestimate of the distance.

Time-wise, all the intelligent beings on the Central Continent, whether human, demon, or demi-human, had enough time to write a final will and testament.

When the Angel army descended down the pillar of light and melded with the statues in the demon flames, this world would meet its end.

“Does Sir have any solutions?”

Xu Yourong aimed this question at Wang Zhice.

When everyone’s gazes were focused on the pillar of light and Chen Changsheng, she had been watching Wang Zhice.

She firmly believed that there was a reason this legendary individual had appeared in the Demon Palace.

She had noticed a certain detail—that Wang Zhice had easily recognized the face of the Archangel—which bolstered her confidence.

But Wang Zhice’s answer was unable to satisfy her.

“I’m still thinking.”

‘Thinking’ could mean ‘observation’, and it could also mean ‘waiting’.

Watching Chen Changsheng in the pillar of light, Tang Thirty-Six was in no mood to think about those hidden meanings. He sneered, “Then what did you come here for? To watch a play?”

Xu Yourong looked away, tilting her head as she gazed at that mirror of light in the sky.

Chen Changsheng noticed her movements and thought to himself, how cute. I really haven’t seen her like this much in the last few years.

Xu Yourong thought for a while and decided not to wait for Wang Zhice. She turned to Black Robe and said, “I can stop you.”

Black Robe’s lips curled as she jeered, “Is that so?”

It was clear that she did not believe in Xu Yourong’s words, just like how Xiao Zhang did not believe in the Demon Lord’s. She took them to be empty threats.

Chen Changsheng added, “I also can, because the method is very simple.”

Black Robe arched her brows. “Is that so? Then what are you prepared to do?”

“Just killing me will do it.”

“Just killing him will do it.”

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong spoke at the same time.

And then they looked at each other.

Chen Changsheng smiled.

Xu Yourong did not.

All was quiet. The only sound was the flowing of the demon flames.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

Black Robe stared at them, her eyes turning cold.

This was the answer, the only solution.

She had not expected Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong to so quickly and calmly reach this conclusion.

“Before Shang Xingzhou died, he told me that if something happened, I should just kill you.”

Xu Yourong calmly looked at Chen Changsheng and said, “My apologies for not telling you of this matter beforehand.”