Chapter 1070: Promotion

The farmer was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head.

"I don't know. He hasn't appeared since you attacked the Boundless Realm... except for just now, when he sent the Dao Foundation Secret Treasure."

"Has he disappeared...?" Jian Changsheng murmured thoughtfully. "Could it be that he was intimidated by our presence, realized the situation was dire, and just fled?"

"That's impossible. After Lord Wuji left, this realm has been sustained by the Silver King's domain. Since the domain is still active, he must still be within this realm."

"A demigod-level expert doesn't just vanish without a trace," Ning Ruyu said meaningfully. "Unless... he's being held in check by another demigod."

Hearing this, Chen Ling's mind stirred.

Chen Ling had already guessed who the "other demigod" Ning Ruyu referred to was. If the Red King had been secretly holding back the Silver King all this time, everything would make sense...

He wondered how far the battle between these two demigods had progressed.

"...Can you hurry up?" The farmer, feeling the cold muzzle against his brow, spoke impatiently. "Can't whatever it is wait until after the fight?"

"...My apologies."

Chen Ling snapped back to reality, realizing the farmer was still held before him. He immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The last "Yesterday" bullet fired, striking the farmer's mind directly. His pupils dilated, and he weakly slumped his head, now immersed in yesterday's memories.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaohua, having recovered the memories of the Butcher and the Scholar, skillfully dragged the farmer away, placing him beside the corresponding memory owners, and began casting a spell.

"Damn it..." The Scholar slowly sat up from the ground. After processing everything in his mind, his face was so grim it looked like water could drip from it. "That bastard, the Silver King... to think he'd manipulate us in such a way!"

Though the Butcher remained silent beside him, veins could be seen bulging from his neck, and his gaze was fierce and chilling.

They, who had originally carried the hope of the human realms, risked crossing the Forbidden Sea with the goal of executing Lord Wuji, had surprisingly been toyed with by a mere thief. If the Twilight Society hadn't intervened, they might have already made a grave mistake. This resentment left them both furious and stifled, making them wish they could charge at the Silver King with their blades drawn and challenge him to a duel right then!

"There's something else," the Scholar suddenly remembered, turning to Ning Ruyu. "The Silver King had people plant seven dirty bombs in the realm. It would be very troublesome if those were detonated."

"Dirty bombs, you say..."

As Ning Ruyu was about to speak, a leisurely voice drifted from a distance.

"The dirty bombs have been dealt with as well."

Then, Hearts 9 and Spades 8 emerged from the ruins. As everyone's gaze fell upon Hearts 9, they all froze in surprise... For some reason, Hearts 9's lips were now stained purple, thick and swollen, looking like poisoned sausages.

"Hearts 9, did you actually go and poison your mouth??" Jin Fugui, still lying on the ground, exclaimed in shock.

"Well, well, isn't it my little brother who was playing dead in the tree earlier..." Hearts 9's gaze swept over the Twilight Society members who had just been rescued by Ning Ruyu and were in a disheveled state, saying sarcastically, "Do you know what you and a plain have in common?"

Jin Fugui looked confused. "What do we have in common?"

"No grit, little brother!"

Jin Fugui: ...

Jian Changsheng, watching the scene from afar, finally recovered and exclaimed with surprise,

"The dirty bombs are dealt with, the Saint of Thieves is eliminated, and the Judgment Envoys are now on our side... We won?!"

Now that all five Judgment Envoys had recovered, combined with the four K's from the Twilight Society, they possessed nine Eighth-tier combatants. This was an incredibly formidable number... If they acted together, they could even sweep through almost all the remaining realms.

Not to mention, the Boundless Realm was now left with only a leaderless group of Usurpers of Fire... Just as Chen Ling had said, they had taken control of the entire battlefield before sunset.

"Hearts! You're truly incredible..."

Jian Changsheng walked over to Chen Ling, but before he could finish speaking, he froze.

A cold wind swept across the ground, making the hem of the large red opera robe flutter. As "Chen Ling" slowly turned, a human face formed by overlapping red paper fragments was largely scattered by the wind...

Jian Changsheng gasped, startled, and stumbled back several steps. The surrounding Eighth-tier combatants also turned their gaze towards them.

"Chen Ling's" body dispersed in the wind, transforming into a sky full of red paper, like swirling red clouds. Tentacle-like red paper strands extended from within, aimlessly grasping at the surrounding ruined buildings...

Faintly, a strange eye slowly opened amidst the red clouds.

"The aura of calamity..." The Butcher's brow instantly furrowed, a wisp of killing intent emanating from his eyes. "What's going on? Has the integrated calamity backfired?"

Chen Ling's sudden transformation made everyone present tense. The Judgment Envoys, in particular, immediately activated their Divine Paths, ready to act at any moment!

"Wait!"

Mok Ja, who had just broken free from the "Stabilize" character, immediately stepped in front of the Judgment Envoys, his expression extremely serious. "My junior brother means no harm; he's just lost control of his mind..."

Red Sleeve, who had been silent on the side, seemed to recall something and looked thoughtful.

If she remembered correctly, when the Aurora Realm was destroyed, Chen Ling seemed to have entered a similar "out of control" state. However, she wasn't familiar with Chen Ling back then and had only seen him from afar, wildly changing his expression and inexplicably performing opera.

"He walks a twisted Divine Path; every time he advances, he falls into chaos," Chu Muyun's calm voice resounded from behind. "It seems he's about to ascend to the Fifth Tier..."

Zhao Yi watched the scene from a distance, his brow furrowed, seemingly lost in thought:

"A twisted Divine Path... uncontrolled advancement? No, that's not right... it shouldn't be like this..."

The red cloud slowly rose amidst the ruins. As the tentacles swept past the surrounding three-dimensional walls, they transformed into flat images on paper. Unknowingly, a void had been cleared around the red cloud.

Facing such raw calamity aura, the Farmer, the Butcher, and the Scholar remained highly vigilant. Tian Huai also covertly retrieved the "box" containing his puppets, ready to respond to any unexpected developments... Meanwhile, Ning Ruyu and others firmly protected the uncontrolled Chen Ling, subtly radiating their aura to deter the Judgment Envoys.

As for Han Meng, he showed no reaction to Chen Ling transforming into a red cloud monster. He simply stood by himself, calmly watching Chen Ling.

Finally, as a Fifth-tier aura emanated from within the red cloud monster, the scattered paper fragments re-interwove into a figure clad in a large red opera robe, which then fell straight backward...