Chapter 737: "Chen Ling," Chen Ling, and Chen Ling

Under the watchful eyes of everyone,

Chen Ling passed through the auditorium and went straight to the area below the stage.

Although he had recovered his face, his body was still in the form of an audience shadow. He frowned, looking at the stage, and tried to step up...

Thud—

An invisible wall seemed to isolate him from the stage, knocking him right back.

"Have I become an audience member too..." Chen Ling's expression was incredibly subtle. "I never thought there would be a day when this wall would block me..."

When Chen Ling was on stage, the fourth wall was a means to prevent the audience from interfering with the performance, and it was also Chen Ling's safety guarantee... But he never expected that this wall would one day stand before him, preventing him from intervening in the performance.

The moment the fourth wall bounced him back, the "Chen Ling" on stage seemed to notice something and suddenly woke up from the performance.

His gaze fell below the stage, and upon seeing Chen Ling, his eyes were filled with disbelief!

"It's you?!"

"How is this possible... You clearly turned back into an 'audience member,' how can you still have self-awareness?!"

Chen Ling looked at him coldly, reaching one hand toward the stage again, while speaking slowly:

"Give my stage... back to me!"

"In your dreams."

Thud—!

Chen Ling's hand was bounced away again.

Seeing this, the "Chen Ling" on stage sneered, "There can only be one protagonist on a stage... As long as I am standing here, as long as this wall still exists, you will only ever be my audience!"

Chen Ling repeatedly charged at the fourth wall, only to fail every time.

Ultimately, he had fallen off the stage and become one of the vast "audience"... And since he was an "audience member," he had to follow the rules of this theater. Even a terrifying existence like the [Mockery] Calamity couldn't just step onto the stage at will, let alone him.

Amidst the sneers of "Chen Ling," Chen Ling's strength gradually faded, and the interest the audience had just picked up gradually vanished.

[Audience Expectation -1]

"Damn it..."

Pairs of black hands reached out from the auditorium behind Chen Ling again, just as they had when they dragged him off the stage, pulling him little by little away from the stage and back toward the auditorium.

Chen Ling naturally wouldn't sit still and wait for death. He struggled frantically, trying to shake off these dark waves,

But at the same time, the face he had worked so hard to recover was slowly sinking into the darkness... Only the touch of apricot red at the corner of his eyes remained as bright as fire.

"You have already fallen off the stage, Chen Ling."

Seeing this, the "Chen Ling" on stage felt the corners of his mouth lift involuntarily.

"No... you are not Chen Ling. You are now just an 'Audience Member A,' and I—I am the real Chen Ling."

The stage gradually moved away before Chen Ling's eyes. Those apricot-red corners of his eyes stared fixedly at the "Chen Ling" wearing the bright red opera robe, seemingly filled with anger and unwillingness... But endless darkness began to obscure his vision, as if someone had reached out from behind and covered his eyes.

Everything before him was pitch black.

……

Inside Calamity-Jie's belly, Land of Divine Sacrifice.

"Chen Ling's" hands tore through the interlaced light and shadow bit by bit, and he stumbled out in his bright red opera robe... His face was pale, but his eyes were filled with disdain and mockery. He looked at Master not far away and laughed:

"What do you take me for? The big villain in a cheesy, sentimental drama? Just throw in some flashbacks, shout a few things about 'love and bonds,' and I'm supposed to just乖乖 (obediently) go to my death??

Stupid! Delusional!!

I told you, that old guy of yours could never come back! This body, everything about this body, is mine!!"

Seeing this, Jian Changsheng's expression turned ugly... Although he didn't understand how this guy could be so confident and arrogant while wearing shackles, he still felt a hint of worry for Chen Ling.

"Senior Red King... Red Heart, he won't really be unable to come back, right?"

Master smiled faintly.

He wore the opera robe and walked slowly across the ruins. At the same time, Demigod-level spiritual power surged frantically from beneath his feet, pouring into those complex and mysterious characters!

Rings of runes lit up in the Land of Divine Sacrifice, and the ancient Witchcraft civilization began to revive. Even without the fireballs in the air, the place was as bright as day!

A profound and mysterious aura began to spread across the altar...

"You are wrong," Master said slowly.

Seeing Master's display, the arrogance in "Chen Ling's" eyes vanished, and he became solemn, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

"This body never belonged to you from the start... nor did it belong to the old guy." Master reached the last mysterious symbol and lifted his foot. "If you want to control this body and control the stage, perhaps... you should ask someone else for their opinion."

"What do you think, Chen Ling?"

BOOM—!!

Master's foot stomped down heavily!!

Amidst the earth-shattering hum, a corner of the Witch God Path surged out from the center of the Land of Divine Sacrifice, and a soul that had been sealed in the deepest part of Chen Ling's memory began to resonate with it...

In the theater, a pair of eyes emitting a faint purple hue opened silently.

……

"A-Yan..."

"A-Yan!"

In the darkness, Chen Ling felt as if he were subconsciously calling out to something. He opened his heavy eyelids and saw the scene around him, but suddenly froze in place.

This was his home in the Third District of the Aurora Realm.

The familiar lights, the familiar room, the familiar snowflakes outside the window, and... the familiar youth.

Drifting snow flew outside the window, and bone-chilling cold enveloped the earth... Chen Yan, wearing pajamas, was curled up in his quilt, opening his sleepy eyes and looking in his direction.

And Chen Ling was currently skillfully folding clothes for Chen Yan, while speaking gently:

"I have to go to the hospital in the Second District today. I've left your clothes here, and there are steamed buns in the steamer. Be good at home, you hear? It's very cold outside today. You can sleep a little longer after we leave."

Is this me talking?

Chen Ling suddenly seemed to realize something.

He looked at the window by Chen Yan's bed and saw that amidst the snow-covered landscape, the surface of the window reflected the entire room... In the center of his vision, a youth in worn-out cotton clothes was skillfully folding clothes for Chen Yan.

He looked exactly like Chen Ling, but that wasn't Chen Ling...

That was the original owner of this identity before he transmigrated... the original brother of Chen Yan, Chen Ling from the Third District.

Chen Ling was very familiar with this scene. When he used the True Self Mirror in the Ancient Opera Treasury, he had seen this memory, only back then he had substituted himself into the perspective of Chen Yan on the bed...

This time, he substituted himself into Chen Ling from the Third District.

"Brother, has your illness worsened again?"

He smiled slightly, reached out, and touched Chen Yan's hair:

"No, just going for a check-up."

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