The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2052 The news is true

the next day.

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

At first, the fluctuations were subtle, like the slight ripples caused by a breeze blowing across a calm lake, but as time went on, the fluctuations became stronger and stronger.

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

The monks on the island stopped what they were doing and looked up at the same time, their eyes fixed on the black curtain that was constantly rolling and surging in the sky.

They looked at each other with confusion and uneasiness on their faces, because most of them had no idea about the sudden change before them.

"Could it be that those long-dormant demons are about to attack again?"

This thought flashed through everyone's mind like lightning, causing their heartbeats to accelerate.

Some monks frowned and secretly pondered how to deal with the situation.

Other young and energetic monks quickly took out their magic weapons from their storage bags, stared at the sky with vigilance, ready to face the possible arrival of the demon army at any time.

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

The world was completely silent, except for the black curtain hanging high above the head, which continuously emitted waves of low and strange fluctuations.

The sound was like roars coming from the Netherworld, deafening and creepy.

Every fluctuation seems to be announcing to the world that a devastating storm is about to sweep across the world.

Many monks looked up at the mysterious black curtain, their hearts filled with anxiety and confusion.

After a while, someone finally couldn't help but break the silence. A monk frowned and whispered to his companion with a suspicious look on his face: "No, why do I feel that the color of this black curtain seems a little bit wrong?"

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

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

Not long after, another monk followed suit and said, "Something is wrong indeed! I think the color of the black curtain is gradually getting lighter."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused a commotion.

More monks began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

Some said that they were just seeing things.

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

Then, another monk nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, you see, this black curtain was originally as dark as ink, deep and bottomless, but now it can be clearly felt that it is a little lighter than before."

As more and more monks discovered this phenomenon, the atmosphere on the scene became increasingly tense and solemn.

At this moment, among the noisy crowd, a cry of surprise suddenly came from somewhere: "Could it be that... the demons are going to retreat?"

These words were like a sharp bolt of lightning, which cut through the inky black night sky with the force of thunder, and in an instant completely ignited the faint but tenaciously burning fire of hope in the hearts of everyone present!

In an instant, everyone who heard this revealed an uncontrollable excitement on their faces.

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

Every battle was bloody and bloody, and every fight was a life-or-death struggle. It was because of such painful and profound experiences that they understood more clearly than anyone else how hard it was to have peaceful times.

The stable life that was once considered dull and sometimes even boring is now as precious as a rare treasure in the eyes of everyone.

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

I saw that the thick black curtain in the sky that had been covering the earth was beginning to become lighter and lighter in color.

Only a few hours had passed, but this short period of time seemed like a long ordeal for everyone.

The darkness that once shrouded people like a nightmare, filling them with endless fear and despair, is now miraculously beginning to reveal a hint of paleness.

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

Especially in some specific areas, through the gradually thinning black curtain, you can even vaguely see the blue sky that you have not seen for a long time.

The blue sky that I used to take for granted became particularly precious and intimate at this moment, just like the reunion of an old friend who had been lost for many years.

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

At this moment and here, everyone firmly believed that the demons were about to retreat. They were finally going to say goodbye to this terrible nightmare and return to their previous peaceful and tranquil life.

Some impatient monks could no longer contain their inner joy and could not wait to take out their long-treasured wine jugs from their storage bags and drink from them heartily.

Ever since the terrifying darkness fell, everyone's heart has felt as if being pressed down by a heavy rock, making it hard to breathe.

Day after day, such depressing days are almost driving everyone crazy.

However, at this moment, as the darkness gradually dissipated, the depression that had been weighing on everyone's mind was finally dispelled.

Unable to contain their excitement, some monks began to shout loudly, venting all the negative emotions that had been accumulating in their hearts for some time.

The cheers that rose one after another echoed between heaven and earth, as if they were about to break through the clouds.

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

This person is Matthew.

At this moment, Matthew showed a rare look of relief on his face.

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

However, Matthew was not very sure about the news.

After all, the news was only retrieved from a trace of evil thoughts in the soul.

At this moment, his heart finally settled down.

The news was true, the demons were indeed leaving.

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

Anyway, he will go to Mangcang Treasure Pavilion next, and he will definitely not encounter the demons.

As for what happens in the future, let’s wait until he comes out of Mangcang Treasure Pavilion.

It is too early to think about uncertain things in the future. He has other things to do next.