Chapter 1031: Deep Abyss Ahead

"Why are you here?" Chen Ling's tone was filled with surprise. His surprise wasn't that Jian and the other two had come to rescue him, but that they had managed to fight their way into the church. After all, there were a large number of Usurpers outside, along with Enforcers overseeing the situation.

"It's simple," Jian Changsheng said, spreading his hands. "It's chaos out there, everyone's in a free-for-all. We used Plum's ability to easily get around... no one even noticed us."

"Hold on, can't we get him down first before we start chatting?" Sun Bumian pointed at Chen Ling, who was still nailed to the cross. "Just because we could kill those three Usurpers doesn't mean we can handle all the ones coming after them. We fought hard to get in here; let's not get wiped out now."

Only then did they remember Chen Ling was still suspended on the cross. They immediately began fumbling to help him down.

Jiang Xiaohua climbed up one side and stared at Chen Ling's restrained hand for a long time. Tentatively, he gave a strong pull... an arm detached completely from Chen Ling, like a toy, and he held it in his grasp.

Jiang Xiaohua, rarely surprised, shouted in shock:"I detached Heart's arm!!"

"Don't panic," Chen Ling said calmly. "It's the Silver King's method of restraint. My limbs aren't under my control right now, so you can just detach them."

With Chen Ling's explanation, everyone relaxed. They carefully lowered him from the cross. Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua each carried one arm and one leg, while Chen Ling's torso, tightly bound, was carried on Jian Changsheng's back, who had the best physical stamina.

"Operation Heart Rescue: Complete!" Jian Changsheng declared, waving his hand. "Retreat!"

The three, carrying "Chen Ling" and his "parts," turned and ran wildly out of the church. Almost simultaneously, several more Usurpers rushed to the confessional door. Seeing the scene, they gasped and gave chase!

Noisy, chaotic, the air was filled with explosion dust and Jian Changsheng's teasing laughter.

The dark confessional receded before Chen Ling's eyes. In the reflection of his long-unseen eyes, dazzling white light rapidly approached. Finally, Chen Ling's vision blurred. He instinctively closed his eyes, and the next moment, he felt a cool, free breeze against his face.

Chen Ling's limbs weren't his own,But at this moment, with the help of the other three 6s... freedom belonged to Chen Ling.

After his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, Chen Ling dimly opened them. He saw a massive breach at the edge of the Boundless Domain, a shocking chasm tearing through the city. The once desolate domain was now filled with smoke and fire, and the booming sounds of explosions and battles echoed from all directions.

"This is..."Chen Ling stared at the figures fighting amidst the torrent of silver strange beings, and the terrifying battle repercussions emanating from around the church. For a moment, he froze. "Who are they?"

"Who else could it be? Members of the Twilight Society," Jian Changsheng shrugged. "All four K cards were dispatched at once, directly spreading the mission to every member. It seems to be a first in the Twilight Society's history... you really have a lot of pull."Of course, putting aside your relationship with Red King and the others, you're the one paying all the members' salaries now. Those who weren't particularly interested originally, as soon as they heard you were their 'provider,' immediately rushed over..."You should have seen it when we entered the city just now; it was quite a sight."

Chen Ling was stunned.Jian Changsheng and the other two carried Chen Ling, moving through the ravaged city. Chen Ling gazed blankly at the city at the center of the storm, and a strange emotion stirred within his heart, which had been numb and lifeless.

"Your existence is not meaningless... A created actor can still have their own life."Yao's voice echoed in Chen Ling's ears once more.

At the time, Chen Ling had been constantly immersed in the pain of his false past, but as he stood in the sunlight again, seeing this domain overthrown because of him, he finally began to understand Yao's meaning.

Regardless of identity, regardless of truth or falsehood... this storm had come because of "him."

"...Thank you," Chen Ling murmured.

Even though Chen Ling tried his best to keep his voice calm, how could he completely suppress his emotions now? His reddened eyes gazed at the distant city. Seeming to notice the tremor in his voice, Jian Changsheng turned to look at him with a hint of confusion...

"Huh... Heart, are you crying?""No," Chen Ling replied, his face straight, glancing at him. "Just got some dust in my eyes."

"...Oh...""By the way, have your memories returned?" Chen Ling changed the subject.Chen Ling clearly remembered that Jian Changsheng had indeed called him "Brother Fangxin" just now. If Jian Changsheng's memories had still been stolen, he wouldn't have used that title.

"Well... it is strange, now that you mention it," Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "Our memories suddenly returned when we broke into the Boundless Domain... but we didn't do anything, did we?"

"Is it strange?"Sun Bumian's lips curved into a slight smile. "Our memories were stolen by the Silver King... now that they've suddenly returned, it naturally means..."

The others froze, then exclaimed in unison:"Something happened to the Silver King?!!"

Soft snowflakes, like cotton, drifted slowly from the sky.Above the desolate ruins, a simple wooden stage stood silently. No one was visible on the stage, yet it seemed as if countless figures were moving hurriedly, their steps causing the old wooden floorboards to creak. Faintly, sounds of explosions and battles echoed from the empty stage, as if a dimensional play was unfolding.

Below the stage, a lone pearwood square table stood, with two figures seated on opposite sides, as if they were the only audience in this world.

The wide sleeve of a large red opera robe lifted slightly.The young man sipped the steaming tea, seemed to find it a bit hot on his tongue, and placed it back on the table.

"I, for one, don't like to show off, nor do I like to stir up trouble proactively... Since the era of the Great Cataclysm, it's been many years since I've fought anyone."

"On one hand, I find it troublesome. On the other hand, I've always believed that since I hold the unique 'divine position,' I should do something for this world—at the very least, not engage in petty infighting..."

The young man, wearing the opera robe, sat before the table amidst the vast snow. His appearance and voice were youthful, yet every gesture exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. It was as if the speaker wasn't a youth, but some ineffable, unknown entity concealing its true form...Like a black hole that devours everything, or the endless abyss of the deep sea.

And at this moment,The Silver King sat opposite the "Abyss."