“I’ve already told her I’ll be careful, but she keeps saying that I’m working with the Demon King, that the Demon King is unreliable and cunning, and that I should be on guard. She’s so long-winded, reminding me over and over again, and she tells me this so many times every time she communicates with me telepathically…”
The Demon King was already trying to shut down his hearing.
Aoqian continued, "I'm different every time. I'm not as long-winded as her. She says one thing, and I respond with another. I never give people the impression that I talk too much..."
The Demon King has given up resisting.
What sins did he commit to deserve such a foolish thing? Go see that damn painting with the Demon Lord.
But having come this far, giving up halfway would mean all the previous efforts would be in vain, and all we can do is grit our teeth and keep going.
Carrying Aoqian on his back, they finally made it through the last long passage.
Just as they were about to throw Aoqian down, Aoqian jumped down on his own.
I said to him politely, "Thank you."
The Demon King rolled his eyes. "You owe me a debt for my ears, how are you going to repay it!"
The Demon King was forced to listen to so many things that Aoqian didn't want to hear along the way, making him wish he were deaf.
"Shh!" Ao Qian suddenly interrupted the Demon King, "What is that?"
"What... what's going on? How come there are signs of a battle, and so many corpses..."
The Demon King examined the body and found that he did not recognize the dead; they were not demons.
After examining the body, Ao Qian said, "The body isn't completely cold yet. Quickly check if the painting is still there!"
"Yes! The painting is still there!"
The Demon King pointed to a spot not far away.
Aoqian looked toward that spot and saw that the painting hadn't been taken away. It seemed the other party didn't have the ability, because the painting was embedded in the palace, and taking it down would be extremely difficult.
"That person in the painting looks so familiar, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..." the Demon King murmured, pointing to one of the portraits.
"who?"
"This person! Wearing a crown..."
"The Heavenly Emperor?" Ao Qian asked casually.
"Yes, it's the Heavenly Emperor! However, at this time in the painting, he doesn't seem to be the Heavenly Emperor yet. Look, the crown here is different; this is the Heavenly Emperor's crown..."
"This painting tells the story of the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Court, who, before becoming the Heavenly Emperor, sacrificed his lifelong love for the throne 60,000 years ago. However, the death of the woman he sacrificed only brought 60,000 years of peace to the Six Realms. 60,000 years later, what is destined to happen will happen again, and because of the accumulated resentment, the destruction of the Six Realms will be unprecedented..."
After the Demon King explained the general meaning of the painting, he saw that Aoqian remained indifferent and did not react.
"Tell me, why is there so many obstacles and challenges set up in my demon palace for this little story of the Heavenly Emperor?"
"This painting is probably a piece of evidence left behind by someone after the Heavenly Emperor made a deal with someone back then," Ao Qian roughly deduced.
"That's certainly possible."
"According to this logic, the Heavenly Emperor bears an inescapable responsibility for the chaos in the Six Realms. Why is everyone shouting for your death, treating you as the most heinous criminal in the Six Realms? Could your prophetic pronouncements be a deliberate attempt by the Heavenly Realm to spread rumors and shift the blame?"
After the Demon King said that, even Aoqian thought it was possible.
After all, prophetic talk originated with the Celestials.
The most fiercely attacked by the Six Realms was the Celestial Clan.
"This painting must have been protected by a special magic array, so it is not easy to destroy. This is probably an experience that the Heavenly Emperor did not want others to find out. As for the others, it is hard to say."
Aoqian thought he would find out something related to himself and the demons.
I never imagined they all belonged to the Heavenly Emperor.
He found it very boring.
As for the Demon King...
To kill, or...
"Hey, you don't still want to kill me, do you?" The Demon King subconsciously felt a chill on his neck.
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