After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 91

As Qiu Fuxue  forcefully split the sea, the sky changed color. Dark clouds gathered, and a sudden storm of wind and rain erupted.

But in that vast ocean, only one pleasure boat seemed to be protected by a mysterious force, safely and calmly returning to shore.

The two of them fell into the abyss, their hands clasped tightly together. In the complete darkness, the only warmth came from their palms, making Qiu Fuxue feel that Jiufang Cangze  was by his side the whole time.

After falling for an unknown amount of time, a faint light finally appeared before their eyes.

Jiufang Cangze let out a sigh of relief. He exhaled a stream of bubbles in the water and wrapped his arms around Qiu Fuxue. “A-Xue, are you cold?”

Qiu Fuxue shook his head. Cold was a sensation he was very used to.

He released his divine sense, mentally calculating the location recorded in the ancient text after thousands of years of change.

As he passed through a certain body of water, his divine sense was blocked by a barrier.

Why would anyone deliberately set up a barrier in such a deep sea? Qiu Fuxue grew suspicious and pulled Jiufang Cangze toward it.

When they reached the barrier, Jiufang Cangze reached out and touched it. The barrier felt incredibly ancient. He raised his fist, ready to smash it.

“Hey! Wait!” Qiu Fuxue stopped his crude action in time.

Then, he placed his palm on the barrier. His spiritual power surged. With a loud boom, he blasted a hole in it.

Jiufang Cangze: “…”

What was the difference between that and him smashing it with his fist?

There was a difference. The difference was that after they had both slipped inside, the barrier slowly healed itself.

He looked at Qiu Fuxue with admiration. No wonder this little guy could stir up trouble under his nose so many times.

The buoyancy of the seawater suddenly disappeared. Their feet landed on the ground, and above them, sunlight that shouldn’t exist at the bottom of the sea was shining.

A few villagers carrying firewood walked past them, humming a relaxed tune.

A furrow appeared between Qiu Fuxue’s eyebrows. “Is this… an illusion left from thousands of years ago?”

Jiufang Cangze looked at the village in front of them. “It looks like this is the place. Hey, what does your ancient text say? Why would the Primordial God’s statue be built here?”

Qiu Fuxue took out the ancient text he carried with him and flipped to that page. “The text records that a certain ancient village was suffering from a great drought. The Primordial God used his magic to bring rain and bless them. To show their gratitude, a villager who had seen the God’s true form suggested carving a statue to worship him.”

Jiufang Cangze sighed upon hearing this. “Are mortal feelings so cheap? It was just one rain. This Venerable One has solved so many problems for the demon race, and I’ve never seen any gratitude.”

Qiu Fuxue snapped the book shut with a smack and said flatly, “Because you have no conscience.”

“Let’s go. Let’s see what this ancient village looks like.”

A long path led to the village. A weak, thin boy with a large pile of firewood on his back walked past them.

Suddenly, the boy’s foot tripped on a stone, and he and his firewood fell to the ground.

Qiu Fuxue thought the illusion would pass through his body, but a log landed squarely on his arm.

He lowered his eyes, bent down, and helped pick up all the wood on the ground, handing it to the boy.

“Thank you.” The boy gave him a weak smile and put the firewood back on his back.

Qiu Fuxue and Jiufang Cangze exchanged a look. “You’re welcome.”

After the boy left, Jiufang Cangze crossed his arms. “He could see us?”

Qiu Fuxue’s brows furrowed. He felt that it wasn’t just this boy; the other villagers could probably see them, too. “It’s strange. Let’s go in and take a look.”

Inside the village, the residents wore simple, coarse clothing. The styles were very different from modern attire. When two strangers in odd clothes suddenly appeared, they didn’t pay them much attention.

Qiu Fuxue found a kind-looking old man at the head of the village who was struggling to split wood with a rusty axe.

“Elder, we came here to see the god statue. Where is the statue in your village?”

The old man seemed to have trouble hearing. He tilted his head and shouted, “…What? What about a statue?”

Qiu Fuxue had to raise his voice. “The god! Statue!”

The old man was silent for a while, as if trying to figure out what two words he was saying. Then, he had a sudden realization. “Oh—! The God! The God is… he’s at the end of this road. You’ll find a river, and he’s right by the bank!”

The old man pointed them in a direction.

“The God?” Jiufang Cangze didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Could there really be a living god here?”

After that conversation, Qiu Fuxue’s expression was also a little off. “Maybe it’s a respectful title for the Primordial God.”

They followed the path the old man pointed out and indeed found a river. A god temple had been built on the riverbank.

The temple was extremely simple, but the stone steps in front of the door were very smooth, a sign that many people came to worship every day.

Jiufang Cangze raised his foot to enter but was stopped by Qiu Fuxue.

The other man first tidied his clothes, smoothing out every wrinkle on his sash. Then he checked his own body from top to bottom.

If the statue inside was truly the Primordial God, they should be more pious.

“The Primordial God doesn’t care about these things.” Although Jiufang Cangze disliked the God, he still let him do it.

“We can’t be without proper etiquette.”

Qiu Fuxue had lived the first half of his life following the whims of others. After meeting the Primordial God, he still wanted to do everything according to the God’s wishes, but this unique God of the universe told him to live for himself.

When they entered the temple, the statue in front of them wasn’t as tall or imposing as they had imagined. It was a life-sized, crudely carved statue.

But from the blurred facial features, they could still make out the likeness of the Primordial God.

For some reason, the moment Qiu Fuxue met its gaze, a sense of security filled his heart.

“It really is the Primordial God.” Jiufang Cangze said with a sigh. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. I actually miss him quite a bit.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crack of thunder outside, followed by a torrential downpour.

Qiu Fuxue was startled, then chuckled. “It seems the God doesn’t miss you very much.”

A frown creased Jiufang Cangze’s eyebrows. Just as he was thinking of a way to subtly curse that old man out, he heard the sound of running in the rain outside the door.

The sound stopped at the entrance, and a boy soaked to the bone walked in.

“It’s you?” Qiu Fuxue recognized the boy. It was the same one who had fallen outside the village earlier.

The boy saw them and said in surprise, “You two gentlemen are here as well?”

Qiu Fuxue nodded. “We came to worship the God.”

“…Me too.” The boy lowered his head, looking a little dejected. “My father is very ill. I want to pray to the God to bless him so he can get better quickly.”

With that, the boy knelt in front of the Primordial God’s statue and piously kowtowed three times.

Qiu Fuxue walked over and knelt with him, his hands clasped together.

“The God will bless you.”