Chapter 1082: People in Trouble

Chapter 1082: When People Are in Distress

“Hui Zhuyan…”Inside the theater, Chen Ling murmured these three words, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Hui Zhuyan was the Red King's unique secret technique. When Chen Ling was in the Ancient Repository of the Theatrical Way, he used the eye makeup Chen Yan drew for him as an anchor point, gaining a face of his own. But a face is just a face, not a mask. How could it become a Nuo mask capable of embodying both the Way of the Theatrical God and the Way of the Shamanic God?

“The essence of Nuo is the fusion of theater and shamanism. Your Hui Zhuyan already contains Ayan's Way of the Theatrical God… As long as my Way of the Shamanic God is also engraved onto it, it can become the unique Nuo mask in this world.”

“Engrave the Way of the Shamanic God onto it?” Chen Ling seemed to realize something. “Yao, you…”

Yao smiled slightly.

“Have you forgotten? Our original purpose for learning Nuo was to solve the problem of dual souls in one body… Now, the best solution has appeared. As long as I become a part of Hui Zhuyan, not only can it resolve the dual-soul issue, but it can also help you master the ‘Rite Dance for the Gods’… There’s no more perfect ending than this, is there?”

“But resolving the dual-soul issue shouldn’t come at the cost of your life!”

“I died a long time ago.”

Yao looked seriously into Chen Ling’s eyes and repeated, “I died a long time ago… If it weren’t for you, I would have dissipated by now. You gave Ayan and me more possibilities.Furthermore, integrating my soul into Hui Zhuyan isn’t true death; I’m simply changing form to remain by your side and Ayan’s.”

Chen Ling opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say…The uncontrolled Chao Zai and his senior brother’s death had already thrown his mind into utter chaos. Now, facing Yao’s farewell, his mind went blank…

“I’ve witnessed everything you’ve been through recently; no one understands your pain and sorrow more than I do…”Yao gently raised his hand. His grey-robed figure gradually faded into nothingness, and a pure violet glow began to blossom on his index finger. The aura of the Way of the Shamanic God rapidly spread.

“There’s no need to feel sad for me, and certainly no need to blame yourself. You haven’t done anything wrong… Ayan chose to lend his power to you; I’ve simply made the same choice.”

As Yao’s finger lightly touched Chen Ling’s brow, a shimmering violet mark was imprinted there. Intricate patterns of the Way of the Shamanic God instantly spread outwards, resembling the three-dimensional, mysterious ghost patterns of a Nuo mask.Hui Zhuyan, the second stroke.At the same time, the apricot-colored eye makeup Chen Yan had personally drawn was instantly outlined.The aura of theater and shamanism merged on Chen Ling’s face, and a terrifying aura erupted from him like a storm!

Chen Ling’s pupils were now consumed by purple. He felt the second anchor point being carved deep within his mind, and a profoundly mysterious power, as if transcending space and time, drew his consciousness towards the end of the world…

The previously dim auditorium receded like a tide, and Chen Ling felt as if he were in boundless void. Yao’s figure floated before him, visibly fading away.

“Yao!!”Chen Ling called out his name, reaching out a hand towards him, but his grasp passed through empty space.

“After I leave, there will be no one left in this theater to talk to you…” Yao’s eyes gazed at him serenely, like an elder brother or a dear friend about to embark on a long journey, his gaze filled with concern and reluctance.“No matter what happens, you must remember that there may be countless manifestations of Chao’s consciousness, but you are not alone…”“Ayan and I will always be your strength.”

Yao’s figure completely vanished into the void, and the complete Way of the Shamanic God was engraved onto Chen Ling’s Hui Zhuyan. The purple-patterned, apricot-eyed face let out a roar, as if raging against fate’s malice and injustice.The two auras, theatrical and shamanic, intertwined. Chen Ling’s body rapidly ascended through the void, and moments later, a massive altar materialized on the other side of the emptiness…The Divine Sacrifice Ground.

The power of Nuo successfully re-established Chen Ling’s connection with the Divine Sacrifice Ground. Perhaps due to this unified theatrical and shamanic state, Chen Ling felt this connection to be even clearer and stronger than the previous two times!

Chen Ling, clad in a large red theatrical robe, hovered before the Divine Sacrifice Ground, as tiny as a speck of dust…What he faced was no longer a specific place, but the collective embodiment of all "sacrifices" throughout human history, a corner of humanity’s civilization pyramid.

“Come…”Chen Ling gazed at the center of the Divine Sacrifice Ground. Shen Nan’s words from back then echoed in his mind as he softly murmured,“When people are in distress, then there is Nuo…”“As long as I can help those around me overcome this hardship, I am willing to pay any price… including my life.”

In Chen Ling’s eyes, there was an unprecedented mix of madness and determination. His senior brother was dead, and Yao had sacrificed himself for this. He had finally gained this one chance to reclaim everything… No matter the cost, he had to push forward.

As the light of the Divine Sacrifice Ground gradually brightened, the power of Nuo radiated from within Chen Ling. Twisted theatrical and shamanic energies intertwined around him. He slowly raised his hand, his five fingers grasping his own face…Red and black flames ignited at Chen Ling’s fingertips. As his fingers pressed against his seemingly thin face, the two-colored flames pulsed rapidly!A grotesque Nuo mask gradually replaced his own face!

“‘Misfortune,’ is it…”Jian Changsheng was silent for a long time, then gave a bitter laugh.

He looked at the eerie, shadowy figure not far away and the corpses littering the ground, which he had personally slain. In his mind, he could already picture Chen Ling’s madness and pain upon witnessing everything… He had spent the most time with Chen Ling and knew what kind of person he was. If Chen Ling learned that he had personally killed his own senior brother, he would likely despair to the point of suicide.

Jian Changsheng slowly raised the pendant in his hand, holding it beneath the hazy starlight, where it seemed to shimmer brilliantly.

“Spade, that Heaven-Reaching Star Position, do you want it or not?”“If you want it, I’ll go snatch it for you!”“From now on, we’ve changed your destiny for you…”

The figure in the large red theatrical robe surged in Jian Changsheng’s mind, gradually overlapping with the eerie figure in the ruins.His black leather attire swayed silently in the wind. Jian Changsheng seemed to make up his mind, speaking calmly:

“My fate was changed by Heart, and this pendant was also given to me by him… Ultimately, this luck was never truly mine.”

“Since that’s the case…”“Then let me… return this luck to him.”

As his words fell, Jian Changsheng gripped the pendant tightly. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he seemingly mustered all his strength and slammed it onto the ground!Bang—!!Under the hazy starlight, the silver pendant instantly shattered into specks of stardust. Jian Changsheng’s luck was crushed by his own hand at that moment, and misfortune, like an inky wave, gradually devoured his figure.

The next moment,A terrifying, scalp-tingling killing intent, like a black torch, shot towards the sky!