Chapter 15 — Christmas Fairy Tale at Ma Palace

The emperor's father's footsteps stopped. The Left and Right Demon General "thumped" with a thud and fell to the ground.

“Your Majesty, Van Cot Tri was originally held by generations of Demon Generals, and the subordinates did not know that there was Tran Uyen Moc in the middle of the lake.”

The emperor did not respond. He reached out his hand and grabbed it. The wooden stake in the middle of the lake shook violently, the black ash outside peeled off and fell everywhere. Under the layer of ashes, an old seal was revealed. That seal does not bear the cloud pattern of the Celestial Clan. It's the blood seal of the Demon clan. The Demon clan's ancestors changed color at the same time. The mother's face also turned pale. The emperor's father stared at that blood mark, his tone was so deep it was chilling.

“This is the seal of my deity's father.”

The demon generals who followed down here all knelt down. Even the ancestors of the Demon Clan did not dare to say a word. The white-bone child hugged his knees and whispered: "That old man said, the Demon Race must also have a part."

“He told the Celestial Clan to take it to suppress the heavenly gate, the Divine Clan to take it to protect the dragon vein, the Demon Clan cannot do without.”

“He said, put it in Van Cot Tri, wait until the door awakens, the Demon Clan will get the key first.”

The blue veins on the back of his father's hand stood out. This is the first time I've seen him so quiet. So still that it felt like his whole body had been cut in half, but he still managed to stand firm. The mother hugged me and softly called him.

“Your Majesty.”

The royal father did not turn back. He only asked the white-bone child.

“What else did that old man say?”

The white-bone child thought for a moment.

“He said, A Chieu will not blame us.”

“Because A Chieu lives for the sake of two clans.”

The emperor burst out laughing. The laughter was very soft. But it caused the entire lake of ashes in Van Cot Tri to freeze inch by inch.

“Good.”

“Very good.”

“Using a child's coffin to protect the Demon Clan's luck.”

"And I hope he won't blame me."

The Demon Clan's shadow finally spoke.

“If this incident is truly caused by the former Demon Venerable, it is probably because of the rise and fall of the Demon Race.”

The royal father turned his head and looked up.

“Shut up.”

The group was startled. The emperor's father said word by word: "From today, whoever dares to threaten her with the existence of the Demon Race, I will eliminate that person first." Van Cot Tri was as quiet as a sheet of paper. The white-boned child slowly crawled to the edge of the lake. It craned its neck to look at me.

“Sister.”

“I also want a name.”

I look at it. Its whole body was covered with ash. Both skinny and tiny. But where it passed, the ashes obediently softened. I thought for a long time, then reached out my hand.

“An.”

The mother bowed her head and asked me.

“Is it called An An?”

I nodded.

“An An.”

As soon as the word was released, the word "Chieu" on the child's knuckles became white and cracked. Half turned into the word "An". But the other half refused to disappear. On the contrary, it ferociously plunged into the bottom of Van Cot Tri. The whole lake suddenly boiled with bubbles. Countless war souls emerged from under the ashes. They simultaneously stared at me. The voice of the black peach blossom woman echoed from the bottom of the lake, bringing with it a mocking laugh.

“The Demon Race's debt cannot be paid off with just one name.”

The wooden stake in the middle of the lake cracked loudly. A small coffin made of floating black charcoal emerged from under the pile of ashes. There was no engraving of the word Chieu on the coffin lid. But there was only one line of words written in demon blood. Demon Venerable himself open.

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The moment his father saw that line, the entire Van Cot Tri fell silent. Demon Venerable personally opened it. This inscription was not written for the current emperor's father. Because the demon blood on the coffin had dried up three hundred years ago. The Left and Right Demon General knelt on the shore of the lake, not even daring to raise his head. The mother held me, her fingers were cold. Thieu Dieu stood three meters away, the Kim Mark on his wrist lit up and dimmed. He whispered softly: "There is an active seal inside." The emperor's father coldly shouted: "Back off." Having finished speaking, he placed his hand on the coffin lid. The black coffin did not resist at all. It was as if he had been waiting for a long time, and now he was finally waiting for the person he needed to wait for. The coffin lid slowly slid off. There were no remains inside. There was only a secret truce order that was drenched in demon blood. On the secret scroll, half of it was stamped with the Heavenly Clan's ancestral seal. Half is covered with the Demon Clan's royal seal. At the bottom, there is also a black peach of unknown origin. As soon as he saw that peach blossom, the white-bearded ancestor's face instantly turned gray.

“The weapon spirit behind the door has also signed it.”

The royal father slowly spread out the secret scroll. The words on it began to appear line by line. Three hundred years ago, Thien Ma stopped fighting. The Celestial Clan handed over three hundred pieces of Tran Uyen Wood picked up in the Thien Gate crack. The demons offered thirty thousand war souls from Van Cot Tri. The two clans worked together to guard the gate of destiny and disperse Chieu's coffin, thereby ensuring that the Heavenly River did not collapse and the Demon Abyss did not crack. If the fate door reincarnates, within a hundred years, it must be lured back to the door. The gate was successful, the debts of the two clans were eliminated. The last line of text appeared, my eyelids ached as if being pierced by a needle. It is necessary to use blood, pus and body to call the province. As soon as the two words "best friend" lit up, the ashes in the entire Van Cot Tri were simultaneously turned upside down. The white-bone child An An suddenly screamed shrilly. The word "An" that it had just acquired was fiercely torn apart by the black gas in the lake, almost cracking and returning to the word "Chieu". The mother immediately waved her hand, the Red Lotus wrapped around it. His father stared at the secret order, the murderous aura under his eyes gradually condensed into a solid substance.

“Three hundred years ago, I was still not a Demon Venerable.”

"Who dares to take the blood of this deity to sign his name?"

The laughter of the black peach girl echoed from inside the coffin.

“Guess what.”

The king's father smashed the coffin with a palm strike. But the secret order was not broken. It turned into a strip of black light, rushing straight towards my mark. Thieu Dieu took a step forward, but Kim Van blocked him. His father's blade also slashed down at the same time. The black light was sandwiched between the knife light and Kim Van, emitting a scream like a crying child. I opened my mouth in pain, but couldn't cry out. Because in that black light there are too many names. Noan Noan. Little Snow. An An. And there are more than three thousand children who have not yet been named. They are all jostling, cold, and painful in there. The mother hugged me tightly, her voice trembling.

“Chieu Chieu, look at this mother.”

“Don't listen to her.”

I tried my best to open my eyes. But the voice of the black peach woman was close to my ear.

“A Chieu.”

“They are all waiting for you.”

“If you don't nod, they will continue to be in pain.”

"You nodded, I will bear the pain for you."

I look at the mother. Look again to the royal father. His father's entire body was covered in ash and dust thrown from Van Cot Tri. The human's eyes were bloodshot and scary, but when we met their eyes, we tried to force them down.

“Chieu Chieu.”

“Don't be afraid.”

“I'm here.”

Thieu Dieu knelt three meters away, Kim Van was cut into pieces by the black light. He whispered: "Your Highness."

“Don't open the door.”

“Don't close the door either.”

I don't understand. He raised his eyes, the corners of his lips bleeding.

“Let them wait.”

“One by one.”

One by one. Those four words were like small pebbles falling into my confused mind. I suddenly remembered Noan Noan. Remember Tieu Tuyet. Remember An An. At first, they all cried miserably. But after having a name, they were no longer so painful. I sniffled and raised my small hand. The black light immediately jumped towards me. The faces of the father and mother changed at the same time. But I didn't nod. Don't even shake your head. I just looked at that black light very seriously and said: "Line up." All sounds in Van Cot Tri suddenly stopped. The laughter of the black peach woman also stopped. Even his father was stunned for a moment. I clearly repeated it again in my immature, lisping voice.

“One by one.”

“One by one.”