Chapter 1524: Won't Lose

Seven-colored flames burned fiercely beside Sun Bumian.

After kicking a crack into the Ghost Path Dao-foundation, Sun Bumian’s demigod power was still very stable, but he didn't continue to maintain it, instead muttering to himself:

"Borrow and return, and it’s easy to borrow again..."

"Although this kick didn't consume too much, I should still save my thousand-year accumulation where I can... Damn it, but this feeling is really great."

Sun Bumian was still enjoying this long-lost demigod power. He had been living a pathetic life for so long in this lifetime, and he finally had a great time, but unfortunately, it only lasted three seconds.

He still had quite a bit of reincarnation power, but if he forcibly maintained it now, it seemed useless other than showing off in front of Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng... Sun Bumian wanted to continue showing off, but he was a miser at heart and couldn't accept squandering his thousand-year accumulation like this.

Sun Bumian actively suppressed the seven-colored flames on his body. The power that had gathered into his body began to disperse back into the various reincarnation phantoms around him. At the same time, his rank began to drop gradually...

Ninth-Rank, peak Eighth-Rank, mid-Eighth-Rank, Eighth-Rank...

Sun Bumian had intended to let his rank return to its original state, but after hesitating for a moment, he absorbed a portion of the reincarnation power and stabilized his rank at the edge of the Eighth-Rank.

The demigod experience card was indeed still there, but every time he used it, the consumption was huge. Rather than using this big trump card, it was better to enhance his basic combat power so he could deal with more trouble more freely. Moreover, what if someone else ascended to the Theater Path demigod position later and took that spot? Then all his reincarnation power would be useless.

Sun Bumian felt some regret about his rank dropping, but that was all...

But outside, the world was in an uproar for a while.

……

"The Theater Path demigod position is empty again??"

"Did this newly ascended Theater Path demigod die too quickly!"

"Could it be that they encountered some extremely powerful enemy?"

"But even a World-Ending Calamity couldn't kill a demigod in three seconds, right?"

"Sigh, the Theater Path demigod’s life is thinner than paper..."

Everyone, who had just been surprised and delighted by the appearance of a new demigod of the Theater God Path, lowered their heads and began to mourn for this "short-lived" demigod.

The clown on the Ugly Peak looked toward that direction once again...

He scratched his head with both hands, his eyes becoming increasingly confused.

"Eeya (so weak)."

The clown muttered and lowered his head to continue playing with stones.

……

Inside the Temple of the Dead.

Sun Bumian groaned and almost fell to the ground.

If Sun Bumian hadn't consumed a large amount of reincarnation power this time to consolidate his rank, he probably would have been forced into a deep sleep again. But even though he forcibly withstood the side effects of the sleep, the intense feeling of weakness still made him extremely uncomfortable...

He sat down slowly against the wall, breathing heavily while struggling to raise his hand to pick up the small round sunglasses he had tossed aside...

"I shouldn't have thrown them so far..."

Sun Bumian felt some regret.

On the other side of the temple,

A blood-covered figure stumbled to his feet.

As soon as Jian Changsheng supported his body with his feet, a piercing pain emerged from within, making him wince.

Although Chu Muyun had helped him reassemble his body framework, the injuries inside still needed time to heal. The pain of bone shards piercing flesh was unavoidable for the time being.

"Heart, are you okay?" Jian Changsheng looked at Chen Ling, who was closest to him.

At this moment, Chen Ling was lying peacefully on the ground with a closed red paper umbrella beside him, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

"I’m fine, just mentally overdrawn." Chen Ling answered with his eyes closed. "While the Ghost Path hasn't recovered yet, go do what you need to do."

Jian Changsheng was slightly stunned.

Seeing that Jian Changsheng didn't move, Chen Ling continued: "Aren't you looking for that ancient well? It’s right behind."

After Sun Bumian kicked the Dao-foundation, the Ghost Path’s gaze had also temporarily disappeared, as if it had been kicked into a system crash... But it probably wouldn't take long for it to regain consciousness. Now was the best time for Jian Changsheng to see his deceased relatives.

Jian Changsheng clenched his fists silently, his gaze complex...

Once, a single sentence of his in the Emperor Path treasury had brought the 6-generation here. From the Ghost Gate to now, Chen Ling was overdrawn, Jiang Xiaohua was heavily injured, and Sun Bumian was paralyzed... But even so, Chen Ling hadn't forgotten the promise between them.

Guilt, helplessness, self-reproach—various emotions rose from the bottom of Jian Changsheng’s heart. He couldn't speak for a moment.

Chen Ling seemed to guess what he was thinking and spoke again with his eyes closed:

"We came here for the Dao-foundation fragment this time; bringing you to find that ancient well was just a bonus... Go quickly if you’re going. We had a hard time breaking through here; it would be a pity not to take a look."

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, cast those emotions aside for the moment, and answered earnestly:

"I’ll be back soon!"

He limped toward the back of the temple.

Chen Ling listened as Jian Changsheng’s footsteps gradually faded into the distance. His breathing returned to a steady, rhythmic pace, and he forced himself to recover as much strength as possible in the short time he had... Otherwise, there wouldn't even be anyone left to carry him out later.

Just then, he felt a faint, familiar gaze looking at him from the void...

It was the Ghost Path.

In just a dozen seconds, it had actually regained a sliver of consciousness.

But Chen Ling could feel that the Ghost Path was still quite weak, and the gaze it directed at him seemed to lack its previous intense hostility... It had indeed interfered with the world of the living, and having sown that "cause," it was only logical that it now faced the "effect" brought about by Chen Ling and his companions. It could neither refute Chen Ling’s logic nor muster the strength to do anything more.

Chen Ling slowly opened his hazy eyes just a crack, as if meeting its gaze across the void, and spoke softly:

"You still don't believe it, do you?"

"Then just watch..."

"As long as I am here, as long as the Twilight Society exists... humanity will not lose."

Chen Ling silently gripped the Ghost Path fragment in his hand.

……

Jiang Xiaohua dragged his mangled body, wrapped in bandages, and wobbled out of the Temple of the Dead.

He looked longingly at Chu Muyun, who was sitting at the entrance, and shook his hands, which looked like slices of cured meat. Beneath the layers of bandages, he resembled a patchwork humanoid monster.

"Senior... help me," Jiang Xiaohua whispered.

Seeing Jiang Xiaohua’s miserable state, Chu Muyun’s expression changed drastically!

He immediately rushed forward:

"What happened? How are you so badly hurt?"

Before he even finished speaking, Chu Muyun had already pulled out a hammer and began tapping and adjusting Jiang Xiaohua’s severed limbs like a carpenter, piecing them back into their original shape bit by bit.

"I'm alright..." A smile appeared on Jiang Xiaohua’s face.

"After all, we won."