Chapter 1090: God-Sacrificing Dance

"That is..."

Zhao Yi saw Chen Ling spin the paper umbrella lightly, and blurred white lights flew out from it, landing on the corpses in the distance... His eyes were filled with confusion.

"Those are the souls taken away by the Mocking Calamity." Han Meng stared intently at the stumbling Chen Ling, "He has saved everyone's souls."

"He actually did it? He snatched everything back from the Mocking Calamity??"

Zhao Yi's face was full of surprise.

Han Meng was silent for a moment, his tone bitter, "But even if he snatched back the souls, it doesn't change anything... The dead cannot be resurrected. Even if the souls are snatched back, those who have passed are gone..."

Zhao Yi was stunned. He looked at the corpses of the agents and Dusk Society members covering the ground, opened his mouth, and finally fell into silence.

"No."

In the ethereal wind, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone was slightly stunned and looked forward simultaneously. They saw a gorgeous, intricate Nuo theatrical robe fluttering silently among the ruins of the domain... They couldn't see the expression on Chen Ling's face beneath the Nuo mask, nor could they see the mysterious curse pattern slowly emerging beneath the robe.

【I shall be forever imprisoned in self, I shall forever accompany despair, I shall forever remember loneliness】

Chen Ling looked down at this curse, his eyes filled with complexity...

This was the "price" he had paid.

Although Chen Ling had established a connection with the Land of God Sacrifice, he hadn't been able to exert power on the stage earlier. Now that he had returned to the real world, he could clearly feel that the power of 【Nuo】 was merging with him through the Land of God Sacrifice.

"Today, no one will die..."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the whimpering wind, calm and resolute.

Thump-thump—thump-thump—thump-thump...

Zhao Yi was stunned and suddenly turned to look at the others: "Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Drumbeats..." Zhao Yi looked around, "Drumbeats coming from somewhere... dull, but... there's an indescribable sense of power."

"Drumbeats?"

Han Meng frowned and listened, and indeed, he could vaguely hear bursts of drumbeats coming from the unreachable void.

Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling, who was wearing theatrical robes and a Nuo mask not far away, as if realizing something. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "It's actually 【Nuo】... Who would have thought that Heart had mastered the power of 【Nuo】?"

"What is 【Nuo】?"

"When people are in trouble, it is Nuo. When the Nuo dance begins, a hundred calamities vanish..." Sun Bumian pointed at Chen Ling in the distance, "Take off the Nuo mask and you are human; put on the mask and you are a 'god'... He is no longer human now, but a 'god' who eliminates disasters for the world."

Everyone didn't seem to understand what Sun Bumian meant and looked at Chen Ling simultaneously. The latter flicked his left hand gently, and a small bell appeared in his palm out of thin air.

The sleeves of the red and black theatrical robes swayed in the wind. The next moment, a crisp bell sound, accompanied by thunder flashing across the sky, echoed over the ruined Wuji Domain!

Ding-dang—

Chen Ling moved.

The moment pale lightning streaked across the horizon, Chen Ling's theatrical robes seemed to turn into black butterflies, dancing among the ruins. Even Han Meng, at the Seventh Stage, couldn't see his movements clearly for a moment... At the same time, an indescribable aura began to spread across the world.

Crisp golden bells, dull heavy drums.

Accompanied by the rhythm and cadence of the two, Chen Ling seemed to transcend the mortal world. The red and black robes rose and fell, his steps flowed, and his sleeves brushed lightly, like an ancient sacrificial god descending into the world. With every step he took, life was reborn in the silence.

【God-Sacrificing Dance】.

Chen Ling held the bell in his left hand and the umbrella in his right, flashing lightly in front of the corpses covering the ground.

The hideous Nuo mask exuded a grim and sharp aura in the whimpering gale. The eyes behind the mask swept over the corpses on the ground, and he shook the bell gently. The souls flying all over the sky fell back into their respective bodies, and a vitality sprouted once again within the shattered bodies...

Ning Ruyu, the butcher, Tian Huai, the farmer, the scholar, Jin Fugui, Chu Muyun, Plum 8, Heart 9...

The hearts of the broken bodies began to beat, the silent blood vessels regained vitality, and as the red and black robes rose and fell, a power called "miracle" was spreading.

When Shen Nan first awakened the power of 【Nuo】 during the earthquake, he snatched dozens of lives from the hands of the Grim Reaper. Chen Ling's opera and witchcraft were far beyond ordinary people, and the intertwined 【Nuo】 power was even more unprecedented, capable of performing true miracles.

Chen Ling had already paid the price, and in exchange...

Just as he said,

Today, no one will die.

Suddenly, Chen Ling seemed to have sensed something, and the hideous Nuo mask looked toward a certain direction...

There, the screams and shouts of tens of thousands of people echoed in another space. As the bridge collapsed and crumbled, fear and despair spread wildly.

The whimpering wind brushed against the hem of the theatrical robes. After a brief silence, he waved his hand and dissipated the large red paper umbrella in his palm, his right hand lifting gently toward that direction in the void...

……

Boom—

With a muffled sound, the bridge that was continuously collapsing and falling suddenly hung steadily in the void.

The people who were in a state of weightlessness stumbled and fell to the ground, then looked around in confusion... They didn't know what had happened, but the collapse of the bridge seemed to have stopped suddenly.

"Run!!"

The Heaven-Reaching Star Rank holders saw this and shouted immediately.

The people then came to their senses, scrambled up from the tilted bridge, and ran with all their might toward the other side, the joy of surviving a disaster still lingering on their faces!

"The bridge is actually fixed?!"

"Who fixed the bridge? Was it the Heaven-Reaching Tower, or those young people?"

"Who cares! The most important thing is to take the opportunity to escape!!"

"Damn Mocking Calamity, it almost killed us all here... As expected, all Calamities in the world deserve to die!!"

"Didn't that Heart 6 Chen Ling say that he is the Mocking Calamity?"

"They all deserve to die!! They are all enemies of humanity!!"

“……”

The noisy voices passed through the void and fell into the ears of that hideous Nuo mask.

Chen Ling beneath the Nuo mask showed no expression. He just danced calmly and lonely in the ruins, one hand supporting the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and the other hand igniting the life of the person he cherished most...

Mocking Calamity destroys the world, Chen Ling saves the world;

At this moment, he was like a true "god."

Ding-dang—

As the last person passed through the "bridge," Chen Ling released the hand that was lifting the air. His figure spun lightly in the ruins, and the bell slowly dissipated into the void... At the same time, the sacrificial theatrical robes stained with red and black also reverted to their original bright red.

Chen Ling's slender fingers hooked onto the Nuo mask, and with a gentle force, the mask dissipated in the red and black flames, leaving only a few ornaments behind.

The red earrings swayed in the wind,

A pale and calm face was exposed to the air once again.

Chen Ling's weary gaze swept over the many bodies that had regained a trace of vitality. His figure stumbled, and he almost collapsed to the ground on the spot... His efforts and sacrifices were known to only two or three spectators. As the miracle disappeared from his body, death and pain flooded him again like a tide.