Chapter 404: The Mirror of True Self

Just now, Chen Ling still had doubts. Most first-stage skills of the Opera God Path were [Thousand Faces], and changing faces was the most basic required skill. Since that was the case, the existence of this wall was actually quite redundant for the Opera God Path.

The only use might be that one could pull out the face of someone they hadn't seen and wear it on their own face... but to do that, one would have to run all the way back to the Ancient Archive of the Opera God and return here.

But just now, when he stuck that face onto his own and changed his identity, he hadn't activated [Faceless], which meant these "faces" came with their own disguise effects and didn't require any mental power or skill support at all...

Does this mean that even an ordinary person, after wearing one of these faces, could transform into the corresponding appearance?

Chen Ling suddenly remembered that after he tore off all the faces at the Star Chamber of Commerce, there was that last face hidden in the deepest part... This face was put on him by his Master himself, and at that time, he hadn't stepped onto the Opera God Path either.

So...

A faint light flickered in Chen Ling’s eyes. With a thought, the countless "faces" before him began to change rapidly again!

He was searching for his own face, that is, the face of "Chen Ling"!

However, as the faces on the wall finally settled, the center position remained vacant... This time, even after searching the entire "face library", he couldn't find his face.

Someone had taken it away in advance.

Chen Ling rubbed his chin with one hand, his expression complex...

There was no doubt that the face had been taken by his Master, and it had been on his own face before. This meant that no matter who he identified himself as, this body was definitely not "Chen Ling’s".

"So, am I considered 'Chen Ling', or 'Chen Yan'?" Chen Ling’s heart wavered again.

[Face library storage vacancy detected, refill?]

Just then, a line of small text floated up from the wall.

Chen Ling was stunned. He hadn't expected that the [Appearance Area] could refill faces. Looking at the gap in the center of the wall, he hesitated for a moment before nodding:

"Yes."

The next moment, another face of "Chen Ling" began to be reshaped on the wall. Within seconds, it occupied the original position.

Chen Ling raised his hand, tore off that face of himself from the wall, and put it in his pocket as a backup... After all, this thing worked without skills. In case he ran into any trouble in the future, he would at least have one chance to change his identity and escape.

After doing all this, Chen Ling looked around and arrived at the only door in this dressing room.

"The [Appearance Area] isn't large, that guy should be here." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

In Chen Ling’s perception, the [Appearance Area] covered no more than a few hundred square meters. Apart from this dressing room, the rest of the area should be behind this door.

He had chased the Clown here but hadn't seen him in the dressing room, which meant the other party was likely hiding in the area behind this door.

Chen Ling didn't hesitate much, pulled the door handle, and slowly opened the door...

Creak—

As the ancient door sounded, faint dust drifted out from behind it, and Chen Ling’s vision was pitch black.

The dressing room at least had the lighting of the dressing mirror, but behind the door, it was like an abandoned warehouse. Not only was there no light, but there was also a stale woody scent, like the musty smell in an attic.

Chen Ling used the authority of the Ancient Archive of the Opera God and waved his hand gently in the void, and a kerosene lamp appeared in his palm out of thin air.

The orange lamp light illuminated a corner of the darkness. Chen Ling walked through the warehouse, his gaze searching for something. Everything he saw was basically abandoned tables and chairs, or shattered mirrors.

"Is it really a warehouse?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling didn't find any trace of the Clown. He didn't know where he had hidden. As Chen Ling went deeper, he seemed to have reached the end of the warehouse.

The dim lamp light flickered, and a huge black outline was gradually sketched out. Chen Ling’s gaze was attracted by it, and his eyes narrowed slightly...

This was something covered by a black curtain, square, about two meters high. A corner was exposed on its left and right sides, engraved with two lines of text with a sense of age:

— A hundred faces, a thousand masks, ten thousand people,

— One life, one world, one true self.

At the very top of this thing, there were four large characters written horizontally:

— Breaking Delusion, Returning to Truth.

Seeing this thing, confusion appeared in Chen Ling’s eyes. From the outline, it looked like a door or a mirror. However, since it was stored in this warehouse, it should have been unused for a long time.

"Breaking Delusion, Returning to Truth... What is this used for?" Chen Ling mused.

Chen Ling raised his hand to pull open the black curtain covering it, but halfway through, he withdrew his hand.

He was never a very curious person. Since this thing was sealed here by his Master and Senior Brothers, there was no need for him to be meddlesome and pull down the curtain. What if there was something dangerous behind it? Wouldn't he be putting himself in danger?

Just as Chen Ling turned to leave, a sudden change occurred!

Whoosh—

A gust of wind, from who knows where, swept through the narrow warehouse, blowing the black curtain covering the object and causing it to slide down bit by bit...

Chen Ling was stunned and looked back subconsciously.

The orange kerosene lamp reflection lit up from the darkness in the distance. A blurry figure stood there holding a lamp, slowly turning back in sync with Chen Ling;

This wind and the figure appeared too suddenly, and Chen Ling’s body tensed subconsciously, but a moment later, he relaxed.

"So it’s a mirror." Two voices sounded at the same time.

“？？？”

Chen Ling was stunned, feeling a chill suddenly surge to the top of his head. He stared fixedly at the figure in the darkness in the distance, who was also holding a kerosene lamp, standing motionless like a statue.

The surroundings suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

This mirror... can it make sounds??

If this were a mirror that could even imitate sounds, Chen Ling wouldn't find it strange. After all, the Ancient Archive of the Opera God was full of wonders, so having such a thing wasn't odd... But the real reason his hair stood on end was something else.

The other voice that had just sounded wasn't his.

The two voices overlapped perfectly, so much so that even Chen Ling couldn't hear them clearly, but he could be certain it wasn't his voice. In fact, Chen Ling could even feel a hint of familiarity in that voice.

Chen Ling stared fixedly at the person in the darkness, and that person stared fixedly at him, seemingly no different from a reflection in a mirror.

I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Ling finally made up his mind, held the kerosene lamp, and walked forward slowly...

Meanwhile, the figure held the kerosene lamp and walked over with the same rhythm.

The distance between the two continued to close.

The light halos of the two kerosene lamps gradually intertwined. When Chen Ling saw the figure in red walking over clearly, his pupils contracted sharply!

"A-Yan?!!!"