Chapter 1518: The Lock

Jian Changsheng’s soul struggled frantically, trying to grab Jiang Xiaohua or Chu Muyun nearby, but his palms passed silently through their bodies. Not even his screams could reach their ears.

That invisible force dragged his form along, and he quickly vanished in the direction of the Temple of the Dead.

"Heart!"

"Heart 6!"

Jiang Xiaohua and Chu Muyun could not see Jian Changsheng’s soul, but they could see the vitality of that physical body fading rapidly until it finally showed no signs of life, collapsing heavily to the ground like a pile of mud.

Seeing this, Chen Ling’s mental energy was consumed frantically, and his voice resounded across the sky:

"【Cut】——!!"

The domain expanded once more, and everything around them suddenly froze.

Chen Ling’s gaze swept across the lines of the predetermined script. Under his influence, the world began to rewind as he tried to find a way to change everything that had just happened...

But the next moment, Chen Ling discovered the problem.

Wang Jian’s timing for his strike was simply too cunning; it happened exactly during the process of his rebirth after being blasted to death by the Ghost Path’s thunder... At that time, he had only just regrown half his flesh and blood, making it impossible to stop Wang Jian.

Even if Chen Ling could rewrite history, he couldn't change the fact that he had already been struck by the thunder earlier.

Regardless, Chen Ling still rewrote the original script as much as he could.

As the word "【Action】" rang out, the world rewound to the moment Chen Ling stopped the Ghost Path from unleashing its fourth bolt of thunder. Having just regrown a head and half a chest, he suddenly turned his head to look below:

"Watch out for the assassin!!"

Bai Qi was startled.

Dragging his charred and mangled body, he lunged forward.

Almost simultaneously, an ancient blade shrouded in chilling killing intent flashed from behind. Because Bai Qi had dodged in advance, it failed to pierce his heart directly, instead burying itself in his shoulder.

The killing intent still poured frantically into Bai Qi’s body, devouring his God of War aura and churning his internal organs and flesh into a mess!

"You... are..."

The familiar dialogue played out once again.

Chen Ling’s heart sank. He had no intention of listening to that identical conversation. Once his body finished regenerating, he descended from the sky again, gripping his bone-carving knife to force Wang Jian back.

Chen Ling checked the condition of Jian Changsheng’s body once more. Perhaps because the knife hadn't pierced the heart this time, although Jian Changsheng’s insides were still churned into pulp, the speed of his life fading was slower than before... At the very least, he didn't drop dead right in front of him.

But given his injuries, it only delayed his death by four or five seconds at most. After experiencing two lightning strikes and having his internal organs shredded, there was almost no possibility of survival.

"Senior Chu!" Chen Ling shouted to the side.

In fact, before he could even speak, Chu Muyun had already rushed over.

His Secret Pupil scanned Jian Changsheng’s body, and his expression turned grim. He shook his head:

"It’s no use, his injuries are too severe..."

Chu Muyun was indeed a divine doctor, but that didn't mean he was omnipotent. Even if he took out his hammer now to smash Jian Changsheng again, Jian Changsheng’s flame of life would likely extinguish completely during the process.

Just as the two were speaking, Bai Qi’s aura had become as weak as a gossamer thread, and Jian Changsheng’s soul nearby began to drift uncontrollably again, being dragged toward the Temple of the Dead.

A flash of resolve crossed Chen Ling’s eyes.

He pulled a disc from his pocket and slammed it onto Bai Qi’s chest!

"Mr. Han!"

Chen Ling called out the name of the person hidden within the disc.

This disc was the one Chen Ling used to contain Mr. Han, the former leader of the Medical God Path. Previously, Chen Ling had kept it sealed within the Theater Path’s ancient treasury, but entering the Ghost Path’s ancient treasury this time was too dangerous. After much hesitation, he had chosen to carry the disc with him for emergencies...

It seemed his decision back then was correct. Right now, Mr. Han’s 【Kingdom of the Dying】 was the only way to preserve Jian Changsheng’s life.

As long as he could lock Jian Changsheng’s life and prevent him from dying immediately, there would still be room for a turnaround!

Chen Ling’s voice fell...

The disc showed no reaction.

Mr. Han had not joined the Twilight Society, so naturally, he had no obligation to save anyone for Chen Ling. His silence was perhaps his only bargaining chip.

Chen Ling, of course, knew what he wanted. At such a critical juncture, Chen Ling didn't hesitate much before speaking again:

"Save him, and I will grant you your freedom."

The next second,

A tattered domain expanded from within the disc!

Mr. Han, whose spirit had already been destroyed once, now possessed less than a tenth of his former power, but he could still manage to lock Jian Changsheng’s life with the 【Kingdom of the Dying】.

As his domain enveloped Jian Changsheng’s body, the flame of life that was about to extinguish completely suddenly froze, as if it had grabbed the Grim Reaper by the throat and begun to wrestle with him.

Jian Changsheng was not dead, but there was no sign of him living either; the soul being dragged toward the Temple of the Dead still had not returned.

Mr. Han’s weary voice sounded from the disc:

"With my current power, I can lock him for an hour at most... After an hour, his life or death will have nothing to do with me."

Having said that, Mr. Han fell silent.

An hour, huh...

Chen Ling’s brows furrowed tightly, lost in thought.

Boom——!!!

A bone-carving knife flew backward, grazing his cheek and whistling into the ruins nearby.

Wang Jian had already easily dealt with the strange blade with centipede legs. He looked at Chen Ling and Bai Qi—who was being kept alive by a final breath—with a heavy gaze... A flash of helplessness crossed the depths of his eyes.

Failing to consume Bai Qi here was indeed a regret, but that last strike had already absorbed most of the God of War aura. Moreover, as Bai Qi had said, he no longer had the possibility of resurrection and would not affect what they planned to do in the future.

In truth, Wang Jian hadn't expected to encounter Bai Qi here. He had originally only intended to retrieve his own remnant soul and those of the others; having gained so much was an unexpected bonus.

"You are one of Ying Fu’s men." Chen Ling’s voice was icy cold.

"Indeed." Wang Jian said calmly, "I didn't expect to meet the Actor Emperor here... I have heard His Majesty mention you often."

"He didn't come?"

"His Majesty has other important matters."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, "Then, you shall stay here."

Chen Ling raised his hand in a beckoning gesture, and the bone-carving knife flew back into his palm like lightning. Killing intent surged, and he flew toward Wang Jian, skimming just above the ground!

Chen Ling didn't know much about history, and he didn't recognize this Wang Jian. However, since he was a remnant soul that had crawled out from the depths of the Military Path’s ancient treasury just like Bai Qi, it was highly likely he was a subordinate from Ying Fu’s era...

Could it be that this guy Ying Fu wanted to resurrect all his former ministers from their respective Divine Path ancient treasuries?