Chapter 358: True Great Transformation

At this moment, everyone's breath seemed to halt.

They watched in shock as the bloody figure collapsed on stage. The venue remained completely silent until Chen Ling finally lay motionless in a pool of blood.

“He… he committed suicide?” a police officer asked in disbelief.

The scene that had just unfolded profoundly shocked everyone. It wasn't just that Chen Ling could still move after being shot so many times; most importantly, it was the look in his eyes just before he died…

That gaze was full of mockery, disdain, and sarcasm, as if Chen Ling hadn't just shattered his own head, but had already slaughtered all of them.

They had never seen such a madman, nor such a look.

Even the police officers who were about to escort Liu Qingyan away were stunned by his words, standing frozen in place.

After several seconds, someone murmured:

“He probably knew he couldn't escape, so he killed himself…”

“But he was shot so many times, and he could still move??”

“It doesn't matter now; he's been shot dead. Let's clean up and prepare to leave…”

Liu Qingyan's gaze rested on the bloody figure; she seemed not to have recovered from his death. Her body trembled slightly, her fists clenching uncontrollably, then releasing weakly…

However, just as the police officers were about to step onto the stage, something unexpected happened!

The corpse lying in the pool of blood suddenly moved a finger, then an arm, his torso, neck, and legs… His body twisted, and soon, in a strange posture, he slowly pushed himself up from the blood and stood!

When that bullet-riddled body stood on the stage once more, everyone's expressions were as if they had seen a ghost!

At that moment, the black veil covering Chen Ling's face had fallen to the ground, revealing a face covered in hideous scars. He looked like a demon from the abyss, returned from death in a red robe.

Trickles of blood flowed from the gunshot wound on his chin, but quickly closed without a trace. His previously somewhat deformed spine straightened with a cracking sound.

The next moment, his unfocused pupils sharpened!

The bloodstained hand slowly reached to his chin and ripped forcefully!

Rip—

The scarred skin floated away into nothingness, and a flawless face was once again exposed to everyone's view!

“Phew…” Chen Ling touched his now normal nose, a smile he couldn't control spreading across his lips.

“I'm finally back…”

He could feel his abilities and mental power fully returning as the last trace of white ash faded. The sensation of a third-tier power once again filled his body.

He stood on the blood-soaked stage, arms outstretched. His large red opera robe showed no bullet holes; he had been reborn from the bloodbath!

“He’s… he’s… alive??”

The “audience” below the stage was completely dumbfounded.

What did a true resurrection mean?

Making the dead appear from thin air, transforming the living into the dead, and the dead into the living… On this stage, the red-robed figure seemed like a god toying with fate, life merely a plaything in his hands.

Only now was Chen Ling's “magic performance” truly complete.

“Resurrection… How is that possible??”

“He couldn't have survived so many bullet wounds. A monster… He's truly a monster!!”

“No! He's a Divinity User!! He just ripped off his face; he's the Theatrical Divinity!”

“Theatrical Divinity?!”

“But even the Theatrical Divinity can't bring someone back from the dead?!”

Chen Ling's performance completely stunned the police officers below. Their eyes widened, filled with disbelief… Meanwhile, outside, Liu Qingyan stared blankly at Chen Ling's perfectly restored face after his resurrection.

“Open fire!! Kill him again! I refuse to believe it… Is anyone truly immortal??”

The lead officer spoke again, and only then did the others react, immediately raising their guns to aim at Chen Ling. But before they could pull the trigger, the red-robed Chen Ling on stage casually snapped his fingers.

Snap—

Dozens of menacing black pistols, as if by magic, instantly transformed into bright yellow bananas.

Police officers: ???

The men in black shirts and pants stood surrounding the stage, each holding a banana, looking like a group of black monkeys about to tip Chen Ling… As Chen Ling's soft laughter echoed, the scene became inexplicably comical.

“This…”

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Chen Ling slowly raised his gun and aimed it at the stage wall behind him.

The power of judgment surged into the gun. As Chen Ling pulled the trigger, a deconstructive bullet shot out silently, instantly blasting a large hole in the thick wall!

A breeze from outside, carrying the scent of earth and fresh grass, blew through the hole onto the stage, fluttering the hem of his red robe.

Chen Ling stood on stage, smiling. With a slight lift of his finger, a red hat, similar to one a magician would wear, elegantly and lightly settled onto his head. He then bowed slightly to the “audience” below, as if taking a final bow after a magic show.

“Thank you for attending… Farewell.”

Chen Ling took half a step back, and under the horrified gazes of the crowd, his figure transformed into hundreds of fluttering red butterflies that flew out through the hole… gradually disappearing into the hazy mist and rain.

Silence fell over the area below the stage.

Everyone stared blankly at the hole in the back of the stage, and at the swaying willow branches and drizzle outside, momentarily forgetting to intercept him… They looked at the bananas in their hands, which had now turned back into guns, and suddenly realized they truly were like “spectators.” Even with their target on stage, they could only watch him complete his performance and then depart with flair…

Just as Chen Ling had said, “They couldn't do anything.”

“Was he… toying with us?” a police officer asked uncertainly.

The others remained silent. They didn't answer the question, their expressions filled with a mix of complexity and bitterness.

“Divinity Users are simply not something we can contend with,” the lead officer snorted, reholstering his brown gun. He glanced in the direction Chen Ling had left.

“Since he used his Divinity, those higher-ups will surely notice… He's destined not to leave Willow Town.”

He turned and walked out of the performance venue.

“Captain, what about this?” a police officer asked, pointing to Manager Sun's unrecognizable, burnt corpse. The photos on his body and in his mouth had turned into countless white ashes, filling the charred remains.

“What can we do? Take it back,” the police captain said, his gaze sweeping over the messy ground and the scattered letters, most of which had already been picked up. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“This incident has caused too much of a stir… The entertainment conglomerates in the main city will definitely take some measures to cope with the pressure…”

“But that's not our concern.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

“Team, dismissed!”