"Even if this palace is not the place where the Demon Lord fell, it probably has an unusual relationship with him." Chen Feng looked around and soon came up with a theorem.
The walls of the palace were decorated extremely luxuriously. Various statues were carved on the walls. But Chen Feng discovered that no matter how exquisite the statues were or how complex the content was, the same person appeared in each statue.
It was a man with wings on his back and two feet on his head. He was slender and handsome. Behind him, four figures would appear from time to time. These four figures were like the shadow of the young man, inseparable.
"The demons have a horn on their heads. The man in the sculpture is probably the fallen demon king." Chen Feng frowned and guessed. Chen Feng was no longer a rookie. He had read a lot of books in Luoye City, so he naturally knew the characteristics of the demons, the most obvious of which was the horn on the head.
"However, the appearance of this demon is very strange. I have never heard of a demon with two horns and wings on its back. If it is not a demon, how can it have wings on its back?" Chen Feng frowned: "And why is the thing depicted in the statue like this..."
Chen Feng's eyes fell on the statues again and he looked at them carefully. There were many things depicted in these statues, but without exception, they all pointed to one aspect, which was to benefit all living beings!
On a sculpture, it depicts the young demon youth refining an elixir. On the side of the road, countless weak monks looked at the demon youth eagerly, as if they were waiting for the moment when the elixir was completed. Among these monks, there were humans, demons, and even many monsters. But in front of this demon youth, the three parties that were supposed to be hostile to each other were surprisingly harmonious.
Below the statue, a line of neatly written small characters explains the content of the picture.
In the 3,853,600 year of Yuan Dao, the master encountered a great plague in the fairyland while traveling. He worked hard to refine elixirs and saved countless lives.
Chen Feng moved his eyes and looked to the side.
Yuan Dao 3,880,000 years, the master was persecuted by the human race and was seriously injured. A few days later, the man was hunted by his enemies and was about to die. The master put aside the past grudges and made an elixir to save the man.
In the 4,050th year of Yuan Dao, the master started preaching alchemy in Guangmu City and made many good connections. Regardless of whether they were humans, demons or monsters, the master would heal their chronic injuries for free.
Four million and one hundred thousand years of Yuan Dao, Master...
Each and every comment made Chen Feng's heart stand in awe.
The demon youth in the statue actually had such a broad mind. He traveled around with four servants, spreading good karma, and everyone, whether human or demon, received his favor. Such a person was definitely the most respectable person.
The three races of humans, demons and monsters are absolutely hostile to each other. Chen Feng could imagine how much trouble this young demon in front of him would encounter when he traveled around and saved people from suffering. Despite this, he still did it. It can be said that in Chen Feng's mind, this person is already a saint!
A saint, compassionate to the world, taking the lives of all people as his own responsibility! This young demon fully deserves this title.
However, when Chen Feng's eyes fell on the sculpture at the very end of the wall, his heart suddenly sank.
There was a coffin carved on the sculpture. Around the coffin, there was war and swords. Only four figures were still standing around the coffin.
Four million and five hundred thousand six hundred years of the Yuan Dao, a war broke out between the human race and the demon race. The master wandered around the battlefield, treating the wounded on both sides, and tried to stop the war but failed. In the end, he committed suicide on the battlefield to show his true feelings, and made a great wish to leave his inheritance on the battlefield for the right person. After the master died, the immortal emperors of both sides finally stopped fighting for the master's merits, and opened up a space to settle the master's inheritance.
The sculpture ends here. When Chen Feng saw this, he was only agitated. This demon king of the demon clan actually had such a broad mind that he would rather organize a war between humans and demons to avoid unnecessary killings.
"For a long time, in the classics, the demons have been described as being extremely evil. I never thought that there would be such kind people among the demons." Chen Feng sighed in his heart: "It seems that the things in the classics cannot be trusted. Just like the human race, the demons also have good and evil people."
"Although I have never met this senior Demon Lord before, from today on, I, Chen Feng, will also be able to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. Even if I encounter demons in the future, I will not start a killing spree just because of racial differences." Chen Feng asked himself in his heart, and his heart was clear.
"Buzz—" Perhaps Chen Feng's oath triggered a certain mechanism, and a burst of stringed instrument sounds rang out in the originally empty palace, which was pleasant to the ears, refreshing and clear-minded.
Chen Feng only felt that as the sound of stringed instruments descended, a stream of immortal energy surged out of his originally empty meridians, slowly nourishing his exhausted body.
"Is this... the Dao Dan Yin?" Chen Feng raised his head in shock, carefully feeling the sounds of the strings and bamboos, and he had a vague understanding in his heart: "The level of alchemy of that Demon Lord senior must have reached an extremely high level. He actually preserved a fragment of the Dao Dan Yin until now. It's really amazing."
After that, Chen Feng closed his eyes and listened carefully to the Dao Dan Yin, and a wave of enlightenment surged in his heart. Indistinctly, scenes emerged in Chen Feng's mind. It was a young man from the demon clan, using his tender hands to soothe the hearts of people who fell into despair, and using kindness to rescue them from the endless abyss. Although the people around him scolded and insulted him from time to time because he was a demon, and even wanted to kill him on the spot. However, he never backed down, but just silently did things to save the people.
Gradually, Chen Feng was infected by this greatness, and his heart was changing unconsciously...
After an unknown amount of time, the Dao Dan sound quietly stopped, and Chen Feng slowly woke up from his comprehension.
"Huh?" Then, Chen Feng was surprised to find that his extremely serious injuries had healed without any medicine. His feet, which were originally just a dry bone, had grown flesh and blood again, and were even stronger than before.
"My physical strength seems to have made some breakthroughs?" Chen Feng closed his eyes and felt it carefully. Then, his eyes suddenly opened wide, revealing a look of disbelief: "Top-grade earthly immortal weapon, my physical strength has actually reached the level of a top-grade earthly immortal weapon!"
"And my immortal consciousness has also broken through!"
"Cultivation is also..."