Chapter 739: Ritual

He... was talking to the God Path star of the Witch God Path??

And he received knowledge instilled by the Witch God Path from his dreams?

This bizarre ritual... was the self-rescue method taught to him by the Witch God Path?

A few short sentences gave Chen Ling a wealth of information. Previously, through several regressions, he thought he had cleared up everything that happened on that rainy night, but the appearance of Chen Ling from the Third District overturned his thoughts... What he saw from his and Chen Yan's perspective might have been just the tip of the iceberg of that night.

Damn it, what exactly happened on that rainy night?

In the snow, the youth in cotton clothes picked up the bone cross, held it to his chest, and slowly closed his eyes...

Black blood flowed from his seven orifices, dripping onto the black formation beneath him. The mixed aura of the Witch God Path spread along the lines of the formation, like pollution connecting them into a chaotic mess, looking like meaningless graffiti when viewed from the sky.

At the same time, an inexplicable aura from far beyond the world locked onto this place!

The youth in cotton clothes took a deep breath, and an unintelligible incantation rang out.

Even Chen Ling, who was right there, couldn't hear what he was saying. What came out of his mouth didn't seem to be human language, but some kind of ancient beast's low growl. As this incantation rang out, the surrounding formation didn't change at all, only the snow continued to drift.

The youth in cotton clothes chanted for nearly three minutes before stopping the incantation.

His pale knuckles gripped the cross subconsciously, and switching to human language, he murmured:

"I pray to the mysterious existence at the other end of fate... Whether you are a god or a demon, I hope you can bestow a miracle to protect my brother and me, to turn bad luck into good, and to keep us together forever...

I will be forever grateful for your protection."

As his voice fell, the hill fell into a dead silence.

Dozens of seconds later, the youth in cotton clothes slowly opened his eyes. He saw the unchanged formation on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and then a flush of heat flooded his cheeks again, and he bent over and coughed violently!

Black blood splashed onto the ground uncontrollably, like a shocking purgatory dragging the youth in bit by bit. He struggled to take out a glass shard from his bosom to look at himself; in the reflection, his face was becoming increasingly pale and withered.

Nothing happened, and his condition was even worse.

The youth in cotton clothes knelt in the wailing wind and snow, remaining silent for a long time before laughing at himself...

"Should have known... just a nonsensical dream."

He stood up shakily, threw away all the items in the formation, and stomped the formation on the snow into pieces as if venting his anger. His eyes were filled with bitterness and despair.

He let out a long sigh and, with his head down, walked step by step along the path he came from, disappearing at the end of the horizon...

The drifting snowflakes were still falling continuously;

The black lines, scattered like graffiti on the snow, melted into liquid and seeped downward bit by bit, finally disappearing into the depths of the earth.

……

The scene froze at this moment.

Immediately after, Chen Ling felt the surrounding environment shatter abruptly, leaving only water-like ripples swaying in the darkness. A pair of purple eyes opened from the void directly opposite him, like a dreamlike reflection...

"...Is it you?" Chen Ling looked at the other self in cotton clothes in the water reflection, his brow furrowing tighter. "You showed me your memory?"

"I said, we are one now... That memory was always sealed in your confusion, you just didn't discover it."

"What happened later? What happened after that? Is that memory also in my confusion?"

"Yes."

"How can I see it?"

"I don't know... But when you see everything clearly, perhaps there will no longer be confusion in your heart."

Chen Ling and Chen Ling of the Third District seemed to be separated by a layer of shimmering lake water. Their clothing and temperament were different, but at this moment, they were like mirror reflections, symmetrical left and right.

Chen Ling pondered for a moment and spoke again:

"I haven't seen you since the True Self Mirror last time... Why did you suddenly appear again?"

"Master is activating the Land of Divine Sacrifice, awakening this fragment of my soul. He wants me to help you return to the stage."

"So... will you help me?"

Chen Ling of the Third District looked at Chen Ling behind the reflection, his eyes filled with complexity.

"In a sense, you were summoned by me using the God-Descending Ritual... Although everything deviated from the original expectation, at least A-Yan and I 'survived' that catastrophe.

You are good to A-Yan. Letting your consciousness take charge of his body is at least better than this madman now."

Seeing this, Chen Ling let out a long sigh in his heart.

He could see the helplessness in the eyes of Chen Ling from the Third District and knew where this helplessness came from... At first, Chen Ling of the Third District performed that ritual to restore his health and live a peaceful life with Chen Yan, but he didn't expect it to summon an "outsider" like himself.

He occupied Chen Yan's body, merged with Chen Ling's soul, and took away everything that originally belonged to the brothers. And yet, after merging with him, Chen Ling of the Third District had no way to do anything... because he and he had long since become one. Not to mention whether he had the ability to drive him away, if he really did that, not only would Chen Yan's body become a walking corpse, but his own soul would also cease to exist.

But then again, the miserable end of these brothers was not caused by that ritual... or rather, that ritual, his transmigration, redeemed them from a desperate grave.

Without him, they would have eventually had all their organs dug out and died together in silence.

Chen Ling remained silent for a long time, took the initiative to reach out to the water ripples, and said earnestly:

"...Thank you for your recognition."

Chen Ling of the Third District took a deep look at Chen Ling and reached out as well.

"Although I still don't know what exactly you are, but... it's fortunate that you are here."

The hands of the two Chen Lings passed through the ripples and clasped together in the darkness.

The next moment, the water ripples trembled violently!

"The Land of Divine Sacrifice is the source of all 'sacrifices.' As long as a connection is established here, I can reproduce the God-Descending Ritual without borrowing any sacrifices or rituals... Although the cost of doing so is immense, I will definitely let you descend onto the stage again."

As his voice fell, the figure of Chen Ling from the Third District disappeared before Chen Ling along with the rippling water.

His surroundings fell into darkness once again.

But the next moment, a brilliant purple light rolled in from the void like a tide!

……

BOOM—!!

As the depths of "Chen Ling's" eyes were dyed with a faint purple hue, a trace of the Witch God Path's aura began to ripple from him!