Chapter 740: Reappearance on Stage

“This aura…”

Jian Changsheng felt the ripple of Witch God Dao, his eyes filled with confusion. But before he could even question why Chen Ling possessed the aura of Witch God Dao, the Master standing amidst the shimmering light patterns raised his hands, as if grasping something in the void. His theatrical robe billowed without wind.

Inexplicably, the wisp of Witch God Dao aura emanating from “Chen Ling” seemed to be drawn by a large hand, intertwining with the divine aura deep within the Land of Divine Sacrifice!

Boom—

The entire Land of Divine Sacrifice shook violently!

Since the Great Catastrophe, and since the Land of Divine Sacrifice was swallowed into the Abyss of Calamity, no one had set foot on this land for over three hundred years, nor had anyone established a connection with it… But now, the first person to establish such a connection had appeared.

A wisp of the Land of Divine Sacrifice’s aura swirled around “Chen Ling,” like a gentle breeze, until it finally seemed to find a dwelling place, burrowing into the ghost-face mark on Chen Ling’s collarbone. This mark was originally a demonic imprint left on Chen Ling by Brandt using Witch God Dao, but after Brandt was instantly killed by the Mocking Calamity, the mark became inert… As the only part of Chen Ling that still bore the aura of Witch God Dao, this ghost face became the target for the Land of Divine Sacrifice’s energy.

“The aura of Witch God Dao?”

Noticing this anomaly, “Chen Ling’s” brows furrowed tightly. “What trick are you trying to pull??”

The Master did not reply. He merely glanced at the “Chen Ling’s” ghost-face mark and calmly stated: “You wanted me to grant you freedom, didn’t you? Now, I will fulfill that wish.”

As his words fell, the Master raised a hand. The white paper shackles binding “Chen Ling’s” wrists and ankles simultaneously came undone, transforming back into four “Nameless Actor” plaques in mid-air before flying back into the Master’s sleeve.

Jian Changsheng’s expression changed in alarm at the sight. He quickly said, “Senior Red King, Red Heart hasn’t returned yet, this…”

Boom—!!

Before Jian Changsheng could finish speaking, a scarlet aura erupted like a pillar of fire from within “Chen Ling!” The power that had been suppressed until now surged out like a raging volcano. “Chen Ling” had not expected the old man to grant him freedom at this moment; astonishment mingled with wild joy in his eyes.

He initially intended to kill the Master directly, but a hint of apprehension arose at the thought of the four strange plaques and the transformed Land of Divine Sacrifice… “Old man,” he uttered grimly, “I’ll let you off this time… Next time, I’ll bathe the Ancient Treasury of Drama in blood.”

As his power was unleashed, “Chen Ling’s” skin gradually dissipated, transforming into a faint, ethereal black shadow. A pair of curved, scarlet eyes, full of mockery, replaced his original pupils, making him monstrous and eerie. The paper umbrella in his hand gently opened, and his body transformed directly into a shower of red paper, scattering into the air!

“Senior Red King…”

Jian Changsheng anxiously tried to say something, but the Master calmly grabbed his collar.

Jian Changsheng was startled. “What are you doing?”

“Just hold on tight,” the Master chuckled. “It might be a bit bumpy for you.” The next moment, a red curtain opened in the void. He stepped into it, carrying the bewildered Xiao Jian with one hand. Both figures instantly crossed space, vanishing without a trace! The red curtain slowly drew closed, leaving only Xiao Jian’s rapidly fading screams…

Endless red paper appeared out of thin air amidst the seawater, rapidly converging into a black shadow holding a red umbrella. The moment this figure appeared, several Eighth-Tier Calamities dwelling nearby were simultaneously stunned. In their minds, their leader had already swallowed this plague god whole, so how had it reappeared in the blink of an eye?

Before they could react, the “figure” swept a faint gaze over them, seemingly laced with resentment and fury, and gave the red paper umbrella in its hand a swift twirl… The next moment, the upper bodies of the two closest Eighth-Tier Calamities instantly vanished! It was as if half their bodies had been forcibly twisted off. Their jagged stumps remained as the two massive segments of Calamity corpses silently plunged into the bone-chiting depths of the ocean.

This scene unfolded too suddenly. No one expected the Mocking Calamity to return to the deep sea so silently, then immediately unleash such lethal intent against the Eighth-Tier Calamities… This was an act of revenge, a warning to the Abyss of Calamity, and a way for it to vent its inner resentment. The instant annihilation of its two trusted subordinates thoroughly enraged the Abyss of Calamity at the bottom of the deep sea.

As a buzzing roar, piercing through the frozen sea, reverberated, the entire ocean churned violently as if boiling. A world-ending murderous intent locked onto the “figure,” and an incomparably massive black shadow rapidly approached from the seabed…

However, the “figure” had no intention of wasting time with it. It merely cast a disdainful glance downwards, then took another step, its form twisting as it traversed hundreds of miles of void. The next moment, it instantly teleported beyond the Forbidden Sea! Icy seawater surged continuously over the sand and rocks. The large red paper umbrella stood at the edge of the ocean, with the furious rage from the deep sea behind it…

The “figure’s” brows gradually furrowed. It wasn’t due to the Abyss of Calamity’s pursuit, but because it discovered that even though it had left the Land of Divine Sacrifice, and even the Forbidden Sea, the faint, lingering aura of Witch God Dao was still connected to it, impossible to shake off.

It let out a cold snort, about to move further away from the Forbidden Sea, when the next moment, a faint wisp of purple silently ignited deep within its pupils… The “figure’s” steps abruptly halted.

The aura of the Land of Divine Sacrifice surged within this purple light. Without any sacrifice or preparation, a ritual of divine descent, transcending spatial dimensions, was activated at this very moment!

In the void above the “figure,” the phantom of a boy in cotton clothes silently materialized. Chen Ling from District Three, in the form of his disembodied soul, looked down upon this body… A series of murmurs emanated from his throat, as if replicating the incantations from his first divine descent.

As he uttered the incantations, his phantom continuously disintegrated. Just as it was about to completely vanish, he suddenly extended a fingertip and pointed it at the “figure” from the air!

The Theater.

In the dark, shrouded auditorium, a pair of apricot-red eyes suddenly opened!

He forcefully broke free from the restraints of all the black arms, stepping out from the strange scarlet tide. It was as if some unseen aura locked onto his form, causing him to flicker erratically like a broken screen.

“Huu…”

Chen Ling gently exhaled a breath. His eyes fixed on the figure engrossed in performance on stage, he walked alone through the audience, returning to the area below the stage!

As the unseen aura intensified to its peak, his flickering form inexplicably vanished! The next moment, he was summoned away from the audience, directly bypassing the fourth wall, returning to his own body through a ritual of divine descent… His figure emerged from the darkness, reappearing under the spotlight.

Actor Chen Ling had returned to the stage!