Chapter 1083: Come!

Theater.

Sizzle—sizzle—

On the dim stage, countless black shadows were writhing and fighting frantically, like a chaotic battlefield... But as their fighting reached a fever pitch, the originally silent spotlight, influenced by some power, began to flicker weakly.

In the flickering light, all the black shadows froze. They seemed to have sensed something and looked up at the spotlight on the stage.

The next moment,

A figure slowly stood up from the silent auditorium.

Red and black flames burned on his face. As the embers faded, a hideous Nuo mask reflected a gloomy light in the darkness, like an abyss swallowing everything... The original large red theatrical robes seemed to have been tempered by black and red fire, with intricate black patterns outlined on the surface, interspersed with a trace of dazzling golden light. The three colors of red, black, and gold tempered and danced in the dark, flowing with an indescribable, oppressive aesthetic.

Chen Ling’s original large red theatrical robes were like striking cinnabar—simple, bright, and dangerous; but as Chen Ling put on the Nuo mask, these robes also underwent a mysterious change in the interweaving of Drama and Witch...

Compared to the original performance costume, it was more complex, ancient, mysterious, and closer to the attire of a "Sacrificial Rite."

"Yao..."

A low voice came from beneath the Nuo mask. Chen Ling’s purple pupils were incredibly deep. "Your power... I can feel it."

After Yao’s soul merged into [Painted Rouge], Chen Ling could clearly feel the connection between his soul and Yao’s. Another ability he had long sealed away was activated at this moment:

[Soul Memory Technique].

After drawing this skill from Kong Wang, Chen Ling had never used it. Although this skill could reproduce the abilities a soul had during its lifetime, it first required establishing a connection with the soul, and the Chen Ling of the past never had that opportunity.

But now, he and Yao’s soul were tightly connected.

Under the effect of the Soul Memory Technique, Yao’s Witch God Path enveloped Chen Ling. This was also the first time Chen Ling had felt the aura of a God Path other than the Drama God Path... It was ancient, obscure, and mysterious.

"[God Descent]."

As Chen Ling slowly spat out the two words, the God Descent ritual was quickly set up on the stage. A power spanned across the stage and the auditorium, and while frantically consuming Chen Ling’s soul strength, it forcibly squeezed him into the void!

This was a path unique to Yao—the ritual Yao used the first time he prayed to the God Path Star to let Chen Ling descend, and the ritual that sent Chen Ling back to the stage last time in the Land of Divine Sacrifice... Only this time, the one invoking [God Descent] was not Yao, but Chen Ling himself.

Sizzle!! Sizzle!!!

The spotlight flickered frantically, like lightning roaming above the stage. As all the lights suddenly brightened and then plunged into darkness, Chen Ling’s figure vanished from the auditorium into thin air...

The next moment,

A red and black Nuo theatrical robe appeared like a ghost among the chaotic "audience."

Among the many mocking scarlet eyes, that hideous Nuo mask was particularly conspicuous. At this moment, all the "audience members" sensed the aura of [Nuo] and turned their heads from every corner to lock onto Chen Ling!

Those eyes were like a sea of scarlet in the dark night, making one’s scalp tingle just by looking at them. How many rioting "audience members" were on the stage at this moment?

Hundreds, thousands, or endless?

Chen Ling didn't know.

The only thing he knew was that from the moment he stepped onto the stage, he was no longer a headless fly unable to do anything... Yao had used his own soul to push him here, and now the path to reclaiming everything was laid out before him, clear and simple. The question was whether he could persist until the end.

Either knock all the "audience members" off the stage and reclaim his body, or be surrounded and torn to pieces by the "audience" and perish.

His fate, their fate, the fate of the era—all were held in Chen Ling’s hands;

And at this moment, Chen Ling chose to open his palm...

He crooked his finger at the endless "audience," as if provoking fate itself,

"...Come!!"

The next moment, all the rioting "audience members" on the stage surged toward Chen Ling like a rising tide!!

……

The Boundless Domain.

The large red paper umbrella rested on the "figure's" shoulder. It suddenly seemed to sense something and looked toward the void not far away...

The mocking scarlet eyes seemed to see through everything. It raised its hand and pointed into the void, and the outline of a disc immediately appeared, with dense cracks spreading frantically across it as if under some extreme pressure!

In front of Mockery, all the means of the Drama God Path were as fragile as paper, even for a demigod.

But the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The "figure's" body shuddered suddenly, and a trace of purple climbed into those scarlet eyes, imperceptible... Red and black flames ignited on its body for no reason, as if some power within its body was surging out continuously!

The hand gripping the umbrella handle began to twitch bit by bit, and its neck stiffened, occasionally glancing to the side. Its movements fell into an eerie state of incoordination, as if two consciousnesses had appeared in one body, constantly fighting and struggling.

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly go crazy?" Sun Bumian asked blankly.

"It's catching fire... both red and black." Zhao Yi fell into deep thought. "Could some expert have made a move? No... the fire is coming from inside the body. Why does this feel so much like..."

"[Slaying the Evil]." The skeletal wolf beneath him suddenly spoke. "Body out of control, inner self rushing the orifices... it looks like [Slaying the Evil]."

"Yes, yes, yes, it is [Slaying the Evil] for sure..." Zhao Yi was incredulous.

"But he clearly isn't a fusion user... isn't he the Calamity itself? How could he suddenly [Slay the Evil]?"

"This... I don't know either."

Just as everyone was talking, more and more red and black flames emerged from the "figure's" body. Everywhere these flames burned, the body began to tremble and sway uncontrollably, and even the corresponding shadow faintly showed the luster of human skin.

Light flickered in those scarlet eyes. It abandoned the attack on the disc and focused all its attention on itself. Red paper scraps floated out from under the umbrella rim, quickly sealing the places where the flames were emerging!

The aura of world-destruction spread frantically in the void!!

……

Bang—!

Bang—!!

Bang—!!!

The red and black theatrical robes collided in the shadows. With a heavy punch, the black shadow directly in front of Chen Ling had its head twisted, its figure flew backward off the edge of the stage, and it fell heavily into the darkness of the auditorium.

Beneath the hideous Nuo mask, killing intent flashed in Chen Ling’s eyes. He was like a war god on the stage. With a twist of his body, his right leg beneath the theatrical robes acted like a long whip, kicking the two closest audience members to the ground...