Chapter 47: Three Edicts from God; The Sin of Regicide, A Heinous Crime… part 1
The sky and wind changed gradually. Endless demonic qi surged from the abyss but was enveloped by a golden light connecting heaven and earth, unable to advance even half an inch.
In an instant, the wind rose, and six golden leaves flew toward the golden glow, caught steadily.
The Demon Lord raised his hand, and the golden leaves flew back, transforming into a palm-sized book.
He looked at Su Huan, every word weeping blood like tears: “Divine Lord, I truly hate you to the core.”
Hearing this from the side, Nangong Yi was stunned. Hate?
The history books clearly stated that the Divine Lord was deceived by the Demon Race into making a mistake. After being exposed by a mortal through a bet, he woke up in remorse and finally cut his own throat in the Divine Temple, using his own life to cleanse the filth and restore clarity to the world.
If there was hate, it should be the Divine Lord who hated. Why was it the Demon Lord saying hate today?
Inside the abyss, the roar of the Demon Army shook the heavens. Monstrous demonic qi turned into man-eating giant beasts lunging forward. Su Huan stood opposite the Demon Race, summoning the Haoxue sword to block the attack. One slash cut off the demon beast’s limbs, one slash severed the body, one slash broke the head. The majestic demonic qi dissipated instantly.
However, a trace of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that jarring blood, Nangong Yi was stunned. The Demon Lord was also stunned.
Legend had it that only a god could hurt a god. If Su Huan was truly Divine Lord Cang Xuan, how could he be injured?
Su Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His long sword was cold and severe, and his eyes held the determination to die.
Holding the long sword, the tip pointing at the Demon Lord, he said, “Yin Li, in the past, the Zijin Spirit Clan worshipped and followed me. I only punished you to enter the Desolate Realm instead of exterminating you, which was already out of consideration for old feelings. Do not make mistake after mistake.”
Hearing this, the Demon Lord laughed hatefully, “Mistake? Dare I ask the Divine Lord, what wrong did my Zijin Spirit Clan commit? What exactly did we do wrong to receive such a heavy punishment!”
Su Huan narrowed his eyes, his patience running out. “Unrepentant.”
However, the next second, he was shocked by the Demon Lord’s words.
The Demon Lord’s beautiful brows and eyes were full of resentment. He said, “I counted thirteen thousand days and nights in the Desolate Realm, thinking every day, yet I couldn’t figure out why the Zijin Spirits were reduced to demons that everyone wants to beat? And why did you suddenly abandon us…”
Su Huan was stunned. “Did you not know about what happened back then?”
How is this possible? Without Yin Li’s authorization, how would his clansmen dare to wantonly pollute innocent people?
But he thought of himself, and of the aristocratic families who deceived their superiors and subordinates tens of thousands of years ago.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Yin Li couldn’t help but carry a trace of pity for a fellow sufferer.
Nangong Yi also found it incredible. “Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, it was the Demon Race who deceived Divine Lord Cang Xuan… privately killing innocent people with demonic seeds, attempting to carry out the will of false gods. Did you not know?”
“False gods?” The Demon Lord suddenly looked at him, then at the frosty youth who didn’t speak up to refute. Seeing the other party nod, his resentment instantly froze, somewhat dazed. “…I did not know.”
For a moment, the Demon Lord felt shocked. He only felt his resentment of tens of thousands of years stuck in place, unable to disperse, with nowhere to vent.
His beautiful brows furrowed as he explained, “The Zijin Spirit Clan accepted all the evil delusions of the world for the Divine Lord. As the Clan Leader, even more so. Therefore, I often fell into a deep sleep because of this.”
After speaking, he looked at the expression on Su Huan’s face again, but didn’t see much surprise. Instead, it revealed a sense of “as expected.”
Nangong Yi asked him, “In that case, who governed on your behalf when you were asleep?”
The Demon Lord glanced at him indifferently and said, “All Zijin Spirit clansmen.”
Before being driven to the Desolate Realm, the Zijin Spirit Clan had always lived in seclusion, born to make clothes for the Divine Lord. Their customs were simple and kind. When the Clan Leader wasn’t around, they advocated autonomy, and there weren’t many power struggles.
Nangong Yi was stunned. An impossible conjecture surfaced in his mind, but it felt inconceivable.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot toward Su Huan. At the same time, an unfamiliar inner sect disciple of the Xuanji Sect rushed out, shattering it with a sword strike.
This inner sect disciple looked at him with dark, deep eyes, his cold eyes silently inquiring about his safety.
He looked like a youth who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Su Huan shook his head to say he was fine and looked in the direction the arrow came from.
The archer was a young demon standing among thousands of troops. He was inconspicuous, yet one could see him at a glance.
With hatred in his eyes, he shouted, “Cang Xuan has appeared! Everyone charge! As long as we kill him, we won’t have to endure torture anymore!”
Unexpectedly, hundreds responded to a single call.
The impossible conjecture in Nangong Yi’s heart came true—all demons were lying to the Demon Lord.
Thousands of troops raised their weapons in unison and charged toward the white-haired youth.
The Demon Lord waved his hand, knocking back the charging subordinates, almost in disbelief. “Presumptuous! What are you doing?!”
The Twelve Demon Generals who followed him also looked astonished. Watching their kinsmen filled with hatred around them, their faces showed a bit of bewilderment.
What was terrifying was that thousands of demon soldiers actually turned their swords and arrows toward them too. Their eyes held long-suppressed abhorrence as they raised their arms and shouted:
“Kill Cang Xuan, lift the curse!”
“Kill Cang Xuan, lift the curse!”
Curse?
Su Huan thought for a moment and understood their meaning, but found it extremely ridiculous.
In the past, the Zijin Spirit Clan came to the Divine Temple to beg, willing to share the pain of containing evil delusions for him, saying they wanted to be the most devout and loyal believers in the world. Now they said this was a curse he bestowed.
But looking again at the current Zijin Spirit clansmen, apart from the Twelve Demon Generals, they were all unfamiliar, young faces.
The crowd had no faith in him, only hatred.
Su Huan understood in an instant.
The Zijin Spirit people who believed in him had all died out. The new descendants no longer easily believed in gods because he brought them the innate “curse.”
Over time, faith turned into hate.
Thinking of this, Su Huan suddenly remembered the words his divine father had taught him: “Born as a god, one must bear the responsibility of a god.”
When the Zijin Spirits begged in the past, he lazily dumped his responsibility onto them.
It was his momentary laziness that caused today’s situation.
The Demon Lord and the Twelve Demon Generals stood in front of him to explain, “That is not a curse, it is the Divine Lord’s gift from the past!”
But the clansmen didn’t believe it. They only knew that the strangeness and pain on their bodies were caused by this white-haired, gold-marked “god” before them.
Thus, a demon war to destroy the world turned into a crusade against him.
Su Huan looked at the Zijin Spirit people screaming for his death, remembered the ending of world destruction in his previous life, and couldn’t help asking aloud, “If I hadn’t appeared today, what would you have done?”
The archer youth was stunned and said hatefully, “You should rejoice that you are still alive, otherwise the people you protect would have borne our vent of hatred in your place!”
It was one person speaking, yet it sounded like thousands.
Su Huan closed his eyes in grief.
In the past, aristocratic families deceived their superiors because the celestial arts he taught fed monstrous greed and evil. Now, the demons brought chaos to the Seven Continents and Four Seas because he caused them to be burdened with evil delusions and suffer unbearable pain.
He truly wasn’t a good Divine Monarch.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the countless Zijin Spirit people before him and said, “I will lift the divine order on you and return freedom to you all.”
As soon as these words came out, the thousands of demon soldiers were quiet for a moment, then clamored again.
“So what if it’s lifted? Can our suffering be written off just like that?!”
“We must make you taste the torture of being entangled by evil delusions too!”
“Only your death can soothe the hatred in our hearts!”
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