Chapter 1037 – The Warmth After Death
Tranted by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the extremely far reaches of the Southern Sea, a stream of light suddenly stopped and the Angel of Sacred Light appeared.
Its body had been run through by the Buddha Vairocana Sword, inflicting upon it severe injuries that not even its divine blood could repair.
It had to return to Xuo City as quickly as possible, where it could receive the sustenance of the sacrificial altar.
But a ck mountain range had appeared in the northern skies and blocked its path.
Afterward, no matter what direction it chose, it could not make its way around the ck mountain range.
The mountain range could move, as it was a ck Frost Dragon.
Even in the Sacred Light Continent or in that prehistoric world of light, the ck Frost Dragon had been one of the noblest and rarest of creatures.
But this ck Frost Dragon was still immature. Usually, the Angel might have been wary, but it would never have retreated without a fight.
However, its injuries were too severe. Only by relying on the speed of its wings could it guarantee that it was not caught, but it did not dare to act lightly.
It was just that after so long, its injuries had gradually worsened. The moment had finally arrived where it had to fight to the death.
The sun shone over the mirror-like surface of the sea. The mists rising from the sea were somewhat stuffy and hot.
The Angel turned to face the horizon.
A ck line swiftly approached and then came to a sudden halt.
Apanied by a fierce dragon cry, the ck-clothed girl walked on the air toward it.
Thenguages of the Divine race and the Dragon race were very simr, so the Angel could understand her meaning.
"My injuries truly are very severe, but I still have the strength to kill you."
The Angel’s face was abnormally pale, practically transparent, yet its expression was extremely solemn and majestic.
It used its extremelyplicatednguage to intone, "In this sea so far from the continent, there will be no one who can help you."
At the very start, it had attempted to travel through the snowy mountains to return to thend of demons. It had traveled through the center of the continent for quite some time, even managing to avoid the little ck Dragon’s barriers several times. However, at the final pass, it had chosen to give up, because it had sensed that several extremely powerful Qis were waiting for it on the path ahead.
One of these Qis was like the sun, another like an ancient well, and one was like a de.
It was clear that the human experts were waiting at various ces on the continent to kill it.
The Angel did not dare take such a risk. It left the continent, traveling far into the Southern Sea.
’Fight to the death’ was really just seeking life in death.
That Daoist and the white-clothed girl had more important matters to handle in White Emperor City, like the fate of that young man.
As long as it could kill this ck Frost Dragon, no one else on the continent could keep up with its speed.
When the time came, as long as it chose a good route, avoiding those human experts around the continent, it was highly likely to return to Xuo City.
A divine chant flowed out from the Angel’s thin lips.
Its expression became even more solemn, extremely majestic, and iparably pious.
Its Qi became much stronger.
It ced all its hope and glory on thising battle.
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The little ck Dragon did not have a very solemn expression. It could not even be considered serious.
Seeing the Angel continuing to increase its strength, she did not seem at all like she was facing a powerful foe. On the contrary, she looked at the Angel like it was an idiot.
She suddenly remembered something her father had told her many, many years ago.
"Those Angels, their pride makes them stupid. It’s best to kill them."
Yes, Father.
These Angels are just as stupid as Father said they were.
The little ck Dragon felt a tinge of sorrow.
Between the blue skies and waters, there was no wind, no sound.
Suddenly, the water began to move, incessantly sloshing as if it wasing to boil.
Several dozen inds, big and small, slowly rose from the sea.
Lying on those inds, in a variety of shapes and sizes... were dragons.
This ce was the Dragon Isles, where all the dragons in this world resided.
The sun was at its zenith right now, precisely the time when the dragons sunbathed.
Several dozen dragon cries rose up, some of them dignified, some of them cruel, and some of them frivolous.
Several dozen mountainous dragons covered the sky, blocking out the sunlight.
Several dozen dragon breaths, some very strong and others very weak, fell on the Angel’s body.
The Angel was quiet for a while, then put down the spear of light in its hands.
It dropped to the sea, sinking down into the inky depths.
Its eyes were open as it stared at the sun above.
It did not feel cold or fear. On the contrary, it felt somewhat warm.
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The waters of the Southern Sea were warm because the clouds were few and the sunlight scorching.
The waters of the Red River were not cold because of the small amounts of Wildfire leaking out from beneath the Celestial Tree through cracks in the rocks.
There was a great deal of Wildfire leaking out today, so the waters were warmer. The red aquatic grass ecstatically grew, quickly dying the river even redder.
Normally, the Jings, who fed on this grass, would be happily feasting, even using their wide and t tails to p the surface of the river, producing breathtaking sights.
But these rather intelligent beings had long since hidden themselves at the bottom of the river, not even daring to raise their heads.
The river was so calm that it appeared like a red belt.
The two shores were deserted.
But White Emperor City was in an uproar.
This was especially the case for the courtyard in the western part of the city, neighboring the Xiang n estate, where it was so crowded that the people were a dense mass.
The buildings in the courtyard hadpletely copsed. Beams and bricks were strewn everywhere, all of it covered in yellow sand. The ce looked like it had been abandoned for decades.
The Li Pce’s grand array had been broken and the Angel of Sacred Light killed, but the priests surrounding the courtyard had not departed.
Linghai Zhiwang and the other Prefects remained standing guard by the gate, despite their injuries.
The pale-faced Tang Thirty-Six had to rely on the help of the cosmetic-buying girl in order to stand.
They did not leave because the Demon Lord was still within.
But they also could not enter, because the entire courtyard had been surrounded by the Red River Beast Guard.
Xiaode, the Shi n leader, and ten-some demi-human experts were standing in front of the gate.
The two sides were in a silent stalemate.
A few voices suddenly came from behind.
The Orthodoxy priests parted like a tide.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked over.
Several hundred swords flew through the air, forming a sword array in the sky.
Xiaode had no intention of backing down.
He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "This is His Majesty’s will. Please forgive me."
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The meadow surrounding Heavensguard Pavilion remained green and tender through the nurturing of the river waters.
The stones on the street were still wet from the mists and shone with an oily luster.
The White Emperor gazed at the activity around that distant courtyard. As he gazed at that rain of swords in the sky, a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.
Chen Changsheng’s cultivation of the sword was even more formidable than had been rumored.
Shang Xingzhou walked to his side and said, "No one can stop me from killing a person that I want to kill, and you are no exception."
He was not speaking of Chen Changsheng here, but the Demon Lord.
To him, killing the two Angels of Sacred Light was just the most basic goal.
If he could kill the Demon Lord as well, then the humans could be considered to have gained aplete victory.
The White Emperor was even willing to leave the final Angel a path of survival, so the Demon Lord need not even be mentioned.
So he asked Shang Xingzhou a question.
"When you die, which of your students will lead the Human race?"