C23 Seal

The river was so calm that it didn't take much effort to go up and down.

It was not far from the ferry of the Devil Realm to the end of the cold river. Wanqing and the other two jumped off the bamboo raft, and the ferryman in feather clothes and the bamboo raft behind them gradually disappeared into the misty river.

"Protector... Mute Moon Valley..."

Shao'er observed her surroundings. The protector was not as sad as she had expected, so the strong desire for knowledge in the little girl's heart was aroused again. Right now, she only wanted Wanqing to tell her about the scene when the Late Lord sealed the Demon Lord over...

Wanqing had always doted on this little girl, so how could she not understand the meaning behind her words? Although she couldn't see the sadness on her face, it didn't mean that she felt good.

At the end of the cold river was a wilderness. The wilderness was filled with lush vegetation, and in the depths of the vegetation was the entrance to the Mute Moon Valley.

As for the scene back then... Of course she remembered it. Not only did she remember it, but even now, when she thought about it, it was still vivid in her mind.

She kept clenching and unclenching her hands... When she could finally speak, her voice had become steady again.

"That day, when Left Patronus of the Devil Realm died in battle, the Demon Emperor forced the Demon Lord all the way here. I can't compare to them in terms of cultivation, and my body, which had already died once, was not afraid of the erosion of the cold river, so I could only barely keep up... However, I was the only one present..."

As if remembering, she gave a long sigh.

The servant behind her didn't dare to speak.

"Late Lord... Have you ever seen Late Lord show any sign of weakness?"

Without waiting for her servant to reply, she curled her red, thin lips and revealed an indescribable desolate smile.

"You can't even see his weakness, but I have seen him crying and crying."

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed.

At that time, there was no mist on the cold river. It was peaceful.

However, it was not peaceful within the Seven Realms. The war between the Devil Realm and the Divine Realm had already been going on for more than ten years... Whether it was the Divine Realm or the Devil Realm, both of them had lost their vitality, and the Devil Realm was even more serious. If they continued to fight like this, they were afraid that the heavens would collapse and the Seven Realms would be destroyed.

After a discussion between the three great kings of the Divine Realm, they sent a letter to the commander's camp of the Devil Realm. The careless battle was all caused by the Demon Lord alone. If the Demon Emperor handed over the Demon Lord, the war between the two realms would stop.

Demon Emperor was hesitating... Yet this matter was found out by the Demon Lord again...

At that time, the Demon Lord, who had already killed to his heart's content, couldn't care about anything else. Since the Divine Lord wanted to kill her, she would let those self-righteous old things see who died first.

The Demon Lord's command of troops was superb. He brought half of the soldiers and charged straight towards the Divine Realm. During this period of time, the Demon Emperor's three orders to retreat were all torn apart and burned to ashes by her...

In the end, the Demon Emperor became anxious. He personally went to the battlefield and dragged back the Demon Lord, who was in a good mood from killing. He gave her three hundred python whips in front of everyone as a punishment for disobeying orders.

This matter should have come to an end by now, but for some reason, it started to get out of hand again. That night, no one dared to approach within fifteen meters of the Demon Emperor's tent, but from the few words that were blown away by the wind, one could tell that Zhuochen and the Demon Lord had argued again...

Not long after that night, or perhaps only four or five days later, Demon Emperor sealed the Demon Lord into the Mute Moon Valley.

As an emperor, he had absolute control over his subordinates. The Demon Emperor wanted to deal with her, but he didn't want to.

Perhaps he had already predicted that he would never be able to see it again in his life. When the seal that he had personally tied up into a dead knot was completed inch by inch at the entrance of the valley... The Demon Emperor slumped to the ground. From silent tears to howls of pain, and finally to extreme sorrow, he actually began to spit out mouthful after mouthful of blood...

To Demon Emperor Zhuochen, the pain that day was about the same as gouging out his heart and breaking his bones, breaking his own limbs.

"From the moment the Demon Lord entered Mute Moon, the Demon Emperor's heart has probably been sealed along with her."

She let out a long sigh. It was unknown who was feeling sad.