The Audience Seizes Power
Clack—
Clack— Clack— Clack!!
A pale spotlight lit up amidst bursts of muffled sounds. The light beam was like a sword descending from heaven, piercing through the darkness and illuminating a corner of the dead silent Stage...
In the center of the Stage, a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe that was like a corpse remained completely motionless.
At this time,
outside the narrow halo of light,
shadowy palms silently stretched out from Off Stage. Like soft, boneless water snakes, they grabbed the hem of the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe and dragged it bit by bit toward the darkness Off Stage...
Rustle—
His Aura had long become as weak as a gossamer thread. His face under the spotlight was as pale as paper, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was having a terrifying nightmare.
And beside the path he was dragged across, a display screen was still flashing continuously!
[Current Expectation Value: 5%]
[Warning! Warning!]
[The Audience has begun to intervene in the performance!]
The numerous shadowy palms were like countless resentful demons from the abyss, surging out from under the Stage. As Chen Ling's body continuously drew near, their numbers grew larger and larger...
Only by borrowing the light at the edge of the spotlight could one barely see clearly that these shadows were actually stepping on each other's shoulders, forcefully climbing onto the Stage like a tide!
Under the dragging of these palms, Chen Ling's body hung in the air from the edge of the Stage. His palms, forearms, shoulders, torso...
Ultimately, his figure flipped, and his entire person fell below the Stage.
The moment he fell, the darkness below the Stage seemed to boil. Countless black shadows frantically crowded together, as if fighting over something. Pairs of scarlet eyes were like an ocean of scalp-numbing maggots, churning endlessly!
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe disappeared into the black shadows. Chen Ling's skin color was continuously deepening, like the spreading night... Not only that, but even his facial features visibly blurred and faded. In just ten short seconds, he completely turned into a shadow just like the other Audiences, lost in the audience seats.
At the same time,
An "Audience" put on the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, struggling to climb out from the countless shadows, stepping on its companions' bodies, and climbing towards the Stage bit by bit!
Ultimately, its fingertips hooked onto the edge of the Stage. Using all its strength, it propped up its body and rose...
Then it rolled wretchedly onto the old wooden boards.
He had boarded the Stage!
Following a burst of muffled turning sounds, the light rapidly gathered on the Stage, and his figure finally appeared under the spotlight... The hideous scarlet corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up. He staggered to his feet and opened his arms...
The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe brushed gently on the Stage. He stood amidst the spotlight, as if declaring to the whole world that he was the new master of this Stage!
...
Gray World.
Several figures slowly stopped their steps at the edge of the shattered wilderness.
Under the lead-gray clouds, the originally boundless wilderness was already completely shattered... Countless bones floated up from the earth into the sky. Those were all Calamities that were once active in this area, ranging from Second-Tier and Third Tier, to seventh-tier and even eighth-tier. At a rough glance, there were a full several hundred of them, densely shrouding the entire sky.
Besides this, the earth was also like a toy that had been wantonly ravaged by someone. Over a hundred hideous ravines sat upon it. Mountain peaks and underground rock chunks hovered in the air. Some had already turned into thin scarlet pieces of paper, while others seemed to have come alive, bizarrely growing legs, feet, wings, and eyes... aimlessly floating and wandering in midair.
"This... this is the Sighing Wilderness?" Mo Jue spoke in disbelief. "This is a bit too abstract..."
"A death match at the World-Ending tier is no joke." First Senior Brother Ning Ruyu answered sternly,
"The Cessation Calamity trying to pull the Calamity of Mockery back to its own home territory can indeed suppress the Calamity of Mockery's power to the maximum extent... But at the same time, a price must be paid."
"So who won in the end?"
"This... we'll have to ask Master."
The four of them simultaneously turned their heads, looking at the youth in the Theatrical Robe casually sitting on a rock.
Master leisurely glanced in the direction of the Sighing Wilderness, and answered unhurriedly: "Naturally, Old Six won."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, the Cessation Calamity has the home-field advantage after all. Although it lost the battle, it wouldn't go as far as dying... The Calamity of Mockery is also injured. Calculating the time, he should be fighting his way out from inside soon."
"Master, Little Junior Brother released the Calamity of Mockery. Will the one who returns in the end... still be him?" Ning Ruyu asked the question all the junior brothers and sisters were most concerned about.
Master chuckled lightly.
"As his master, I promised Old Six that no matter what happens, I will solve it for him." Master said indifferently. "Since the words have been spoken, even if the one who comes back this time isn't him... it has to be him."
As soon as this sentence came out, the numerous junior brothers and sisters immediately felt reassured in their hearts.
They looked at each other and were just about to say something else, when Master resting on the rock waved his hand and said:
"Alright, you guys quickly go back... In a while, that guy should be coming out. Not only will you guys staying behind not be able to help, but there will also be danger. Go, go."
"Understood, we'll leave right away."
"Then we'll leave Little Junior Brother in Master's hands... If he comes back, remember to remind him to report that he's safe to the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path."
Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and Mo Jue bowed simultaneously towards Master. Without the slightest hesitation, they turned into four streams of light and sped towards the direction of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path.
After the few of them left, the air fell into dead silence.
The smile at the corners of Master's mouth, who was lying on the rock, gradually restrained, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity... He stood up and looked towards the depths of the Sighing Wilderness, as if preparing for a formidable enemy.
"... Hm?"
Right at this moment, as if he had sensed something, his expression was somewhat strange.
Master raised his hand and grabbed at the nothingness, brushing aside a curtain. After he fumbled for a moment, a figure crossed hundreds of miles of space and was directly dragged out of the void curtain by him.
That was a young man covered in injuries all over. The ancient Killing Intent of the Way of the Soldier God drifted from his body, but at this time, his breath was already as weak as a gossamer thread, and even his walking was somewhat unsteady.
Seeing this figure, Master couldn't help but click his tongue:
"They are fighting, why did you have to come join the fun? They've both recovered to Rank 9, what about you? You must be too free..."
Master swung his palm out, directly chopping at Jian Changsheng's neck. At this time, Jian Changsheng, whose eyes were pitch-black, reacted extremely quickly, subconsciously wanting to strike back. But perhaps due to being heavily injured, his speed was still a fraction slower...
As Master's palm hit him, the power of the Theater Dao swarmed into his body. The latter's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
After doing all this, Master raised his head again and looked forward...
His brows furrowed slightly.
At the end of the shattered horizon, a figure holding a Great Red Paper Umbrella was slowly walking towards here;