The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

the next day.

The monks on the island were surprised to find that the black curtain that had been shrouding the island began to tremble slightly at this moment.

At first the fluctuations were subtle, like gentle ripples caused by a gentle breeze on a calm lake, but over time they grew stronger.

The entire Dengtianling Island seemed to be shrouded in a tense and depressing atmosphere.

The monks on the island stopped what they were busy doing and raised their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the rolling black screen in the sky.

They looked at each other with doubts and uneasiness on their faces, because most of them had no clue about the sudden change in front of them.

"Could it be that those demons who have been silent for a long time are going to attack again?"

This thought flashed through everyone's mind like lightning, making their hearts beat faster.

Some monks frowned, secretly thinking about how to deal with it.

Other young and energetic monks quickly took out their magic weapons from their storage bags and stared at the sky with alert faces, ready to welcome the demonic army that might come.

For a time, the entire Dengtianling Island seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fear and fell into a deathly silence.

Everything between heaven and earth was silent, except for the black curtain hanging high above the head, which was constantly making waves of low and strange fluctuations.

The sound was like roars coming from the Nine Nether Hell, deafening and creepy.

Every fluctuation seems to announce to the world that an earth-shattering storm is about to sweep over.

Many monks looked up and stared at the mysterious black curtain, their hearts filled with uneasiness and doubt.

After a while, someone finally couldn't help but break the silence. A monk frowned and whispered to his companions with a suspicious look on his face: "That's not right. Why do I feel that the color of this black curtain seems a bit wrong?" Are you satisfied?"

Before he finished speaking, he attracted the attention of other monks around him.

Everyone turned their attention to the black curtain in the sky and observed it carefully.

Not long after, another monk also echoed: "There is indeed something wrong! I feel that the color of this shady scene is gradually getting lighter."

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused a commotion.

More monks began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

Some said they were dazzled and saw it wrong.

Some firmly believe that the color of the black curtain has really changed.

Immediately afterwards, another monk nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, you see, this shady scene was originally as black as ink and bottomless, but now you can clearly feel that it is a little lighter than before."

As more and more monks discovered this phenomenon, the atmosphere at the scene became more tense and dignified.

At this moment, among the originally noisy crowd, an exclamation suddenly came from nowhere: "Could it be that... the demons are about to retreat?"

These words were like a powerful bolt of lightning, piercing the dark night sky with thunderous force. In an instant, they completely ignited the weak but tenacious fire of hope in the hearts of everyone present!

In an instant, all the faces of those who heard this showed an uncontrollable look of excitement.

Prior to this, these monks had personally experienced countless thrilling, life-and-death fierce battles with the demon army.

Every battle is bloody, and every fight is a narrow escape. It is precisely because of such painful and profound experiences that they understand more clearly than anyone else how hard-won the peaceful years are.

The stable life that was once regarded as ordinary, even sometimes boring, is now as precious as a rare treasure in the eyes of everyone.

As time passed slowly, bit by bit, everything happening in front of me seemed to be gradually confirming the bold guess of the monk who first raised the question.

I saw that the color of the thick black curtain above the sky that had always shrouded the earth began to become lighter and lighter.

Only a few hours have passed, but this short time seems to everyone to have experienced a long torment.

The dark curtain that once shrouded people like a nightmare, causing people endless fear and despair, now miraculously began to show a pale color.

Although this change is subtle, it is enough to bring people a glimmer of hope.

Especially in some specific areas, through the gradually thinning black curtain, you can even vaguely see the long-lost blue sky.

The blue sky that we were accustomed to in the past has become extremely precious and intimate at this moment, like an old friend reunited after being separated for many years.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar blue sky, everyone's eyes shone with excitement.

At this moment, everyone firmly believed that the demons were about to retreat, and they would finally bid farewell to this terrible nightmare and return to the peaceful and peaceful life of the past.

Some impatient monks could no longer contain their inner joy. They couldn't wait to take out the wine flask they had collected for a long time from their storage bag, and started to drink heartily.

Ever since that terrifying black curtain fell, everyone's heart felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy boulder, making it hard to breathe.

Day after day, such depressing days almost drive everyone crazy.

However, at this moment, as the black curtain gradually dissipated, the depression that had been blocking everyone's heart was finally dispelled.

Some monks began to shout loudly, venting all the negative emotions that had been accumulated in their hearts for some time.

The cheers echoed between heaven and earth, as if they were going to break through the clouds.

But there was one person in the crowd who was different. He walked to a remote and quiet corner and sat down silently.

This person was Matthew.

At this moment, Matthew's face was also a rare look of relief.

Although he had received news before that the demons were about to leave.

However, Matthew was not too sure about the news.

After all, the news was only searched from a trace of demonic thoughts.

At this moment, his heart finally fell.

The news was true, the demons were indeed leaving.

As for where the demons were going and what they were going to do, Matthew didn't care at all.

Anyway, he was going to the Mangcang Treasure Pavilion next, and he would definitely not meet the demons.

As for the future, let's wait until he comes out of the Mangcang Treasure Pavilion.

It's too early to consider the uncertain future, and he has other things to do next.