Chapter 1655: The Star of Slaughter

Chen Ling no longer needed to explain.

What the Twilight Society pursued had been told to everyone from the very beginning: “Reverse the era, restart the world.” But it was hard for the world to understand what those eight words truly meant… Even Chen Ling had taken a very, very long time, experiencing many things, to understand the weight they carried.

The insights, choices, pain, and confusion along this journey—how could they be explained in just a few sentences?

Since Chen Ling had decided to carry the people of this era to the next world, he couldn’t just ramble on like a preacher before killing every person, only to indecisively chop off their heads.

Villains always die from talking too much.

Chen Ling didn’t care what the world thought of him. When he completed the restart and witnessed the dawn of humanity in the new world with the souls of the old world… they would naturally understand everything.

“Don’t waste your breath on him.” Tu Tian said grimly, “He’s full of talk about restarting… just like those Jiangtian cultists! We were wrong about him before; the people of the Twilight Society are just a bunch of lunatics!!”

Pu Xiachan bit her lip. She held the lightning in one hand, staring fixedly at Chen Ling… but in the end, she didn’t make a move.

She seemed to be contemplating Chen Ling’s words.

*Pitter-patter—*

As thunder rumbled between the dark clouds, the original downpour became even more torrential.

If one looked closely at this moment, they would find that this rain was mixed with a strange red hue. Fine red raindrops streaked through the air, casting a mysterious veil over the hazy mist, making it impossible to resist the urge to walk into the rain.

Cui Ran subconsciously raised his hand, catching a few raindrops. As a neurotoxic poison seeped into his body, his expression changed drastically:

“Bad!! This rain is poisonous!!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the Tongtian Star Position holders changed, and they flashed backward, using the buildings or sheds on both sides of the street to cover themselves… Only Tu Tian, who had entered a berserk state, stood fearlessly in the rain, holding his battle flag in a standoff with the red-robed figure!

The red raindrops mixed with poison hit the surface of the red paper umbrella, making a *ticking* sound…

Under the umbrella,

Chen Ling’s eyes were as calm as a lake.

“Chen Ling!! Are you really going to slaughter the entire Cangyun Domain?!” Tu Tian roared in anger.

Chen Ling snorted coldly, “You really don’t understand the situation… Look at Li Shengmen; he’s much smarter than you.”

Tu Tian turned his head abruptly to see Li Shengmen in black standing under a stone pillar, indeed saying nothing… His eyes were fixed on Chen Ling, his gaze somewhat complex.

Not everyone was as reckless as Tu Tian. Although Li Shengmen had just arrived in the Cangyun Domain, he had already seen the situation here… He even had a clear judgment of the entire human predicament.

Li Shengmen had been in the Ling Xu Domain, and he knew exactly what it was like there… At this moment, he suddenly realized why the Twilight Society had gathered so many human geniuses and legendary figures who had once held high positions.

The smarter people were, and the more they had experienced, the better they could judge the future direction of humanity, and the more intense their despair for this era would be.

Therefore, they would be more likely to understand and agree with what the Twilight Society was pursuing.

Honestly, with all the crap that had happened recently, if Li Shengmen hadn’t already obtained a Tongtian Star Position, binding him to the human domain and human destiny, he might have actually defected from the Cangyun Domain and joined the Twilight Society…

“Saying all this is meaningless.” Li Shengmen took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and gestured toward Chen Ling,

“Different stances, different missions… Even if I can understand you, someone must firmly guard the human domain until the end… You and we can only be enemies.”

“Attack!!”

As Li Shengmen’s palm suddenly clenched, Chen Ling’s figure seemed to be marked. In an instant, everything around him, including the poisonous rain, changed direction and crashed toward him like a flood!

The large red paper umbrella spun lightly, and countless red paper scraps flew from Chen Ling’s opera robe. A red tornado reaching toward the sky tore everything apart and shattered it!

This rain was Chen Ling’s own doing.

Slaughtering a street with a blade was too slow, and the Ghost Mockery Abyss was best at poison.

Since that was the case, it was better to use this torrential rain to mix in the most potent types of poison. Under the influence of neurotoxins, it was enough to kill ordinary people who came into contact with this rain curtain within fifteen seconds without pain… And for ordinary people, just inhaling a portion of the water mist was enough to cause hallucinations, leading them to walk into the rain voluntarily.

This was not a heavy rain, but a scythe of world destruction. When the rain dissipated, the Cangyun Domain would become a dead city.

Between the mixed red paper and rain, an extremely hidden sword light flashed as if from a crack in time!

Its appearance had no warning, like a ghost hunter lurking in the void, striking a fatal blow in paused time. Cui Ran’s figure appeared at this moment, his sharp eyes filled with determination.

Usually, Cui Ran’s strike meant the end of a battle…

No one could block a sneak attack from a time assassin.

But this time, it was an exception.

The red-robed figure holding the large red paper umbrella with one hand seemed to predict the trajectory of Cui Ran’s strike as if he had foreknowledge. A red snake-like tentacle precisely locked onto Cui Ran’s wrist…

In this instant, Cui Ran was stunned.

Time around him seemed to stand still. He subconsciously looked up.

The cinnabar earrings swayed in the wind. Chen Ling turned his head slightly to look back, his pupils reflecting Cui Ran’s horrified expression.

“You…!!”

*Swish—!!*

A flash of red light obscured Cui Ran’s vision.

*Gurgle—*

A head fell to the ground in response.

Cui Ran’s headless corpse crashed heavily into a puddle, blood splattering the earth. Chen Ling stood in the rain, holding a bone-carving knife in one hand and his umbrella, calmly watching the head at his feet, which also stared with eyes that would never close…

“Old Cui!!!”

“Xiao Ran!!!!”

Heart-wrenching cries came from beyond the fluttering red paper, echoing through the sky.

Chen Ling, however, seemed unable to hear them. He just quietly watched those eyes of Cui Ran, which were gradually dimming, and the bloody corpse of the Young Sect Master on the other side… Illusory ghosts drifted out from their bodies, slowly approaching Chen Ling.

They were confused, they were lost… They seemed to want an answer in Chen Ling’s eyes.

Chen Ling was silent.

I don’t know how much time passed, but his lips parted, and a gentle, delicate voice echoed in the rain:

“‘I see the sky weeping,’”

“‘I hear your voice;’”

“‘I smell longing blooming in the thorns,’”

“‘I come from the direction of the sunset’……”