Chapter 745: Chaos on the Eve

“The Red King truly lives up to his name; what a stylish departure.”

Jian Changsheng couldn't help but sigh as he watched the curtain vanish into thin air.

After the master left, only Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng remained under the lead-gray clouds. They stood at the end of the broken tracks, their crimson opera robes and black attire fluttering in the wind.

“Sometimes, I really envy you,” Jian Changsheng turned to Chen Ling.

“Envy what?”

“You have powerful backing! We're both from the '6' generation, but I'm still struggling, running around everywhere, while you've directly infiltrated the upper echelons and become the Red King's personal disciple... He's unbeatable in this era. Who else in the entire Twilight Society gets that kind of treatment?”

Chen Ling remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, “...But even I don't know why they chose me.”

“The result is already here; does the reason still matter?” Jian Changsheng clicked his tongue. “But then again...”

“Then again, what?”

“I'm just an extra... how could I possibly compare to a protagonist like you?”

Jian Changsheng rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically.

Chen Ling was speechless.

“I'm just a lowly life... I was always meant to be your stepping stone...”

“...I didn't say that.”

“Yes, you did! It came right out of your mouth!”

“Don't blame me for those insults. I never thought that way.”

“...Hmph.”

Jian Changsheng glanced at his clenched fist. “Honestly, it felt really good to punch your ugly face... Too bad it was only one punch.”

Chen Ling couldn't be bothered arguing with him. He turned and walked along the black tracks towards the end of the earth.

Seeing Chen Ling walk away, Jian Changsheng, who was still reveling in the satisfaction of that punch, immediately sobered up. He jogged to catch up, following along the other side of the tracks... Two figures, one red and one black, walked side by side along the rails.

In this Gray Realm, staying by Chen Ling's side was the safest option.

“Speaking of which, when is that dog Wuji-jun going to die?” Jian Changsheng looked back at the decaying wooden track extending in another direction behind them.

“...I don't know.”

Chen Ling paused briefly. “But it shouldn't be now.”

“But hasn't the Arbitration Delegation already gone?” Jian Changsheng mused for a moment. “Wuji-jun is just a 'ball' now—no consciousness, no ability to attack. What more could change?”

Chen Ling didn't answer.

He wasn't clairvoyant, so he couldn't possibly know where the variables would come from beforehand. He only knew that he had met Ying Fu in the 'Era Archive,' and Ying Fu had mentioned that the USB drive he used to enter the archive was a replica created by Lou Yu, Wuji-jun.

Given Wuji-jun's current state, he definitely couldn't replicate a USB drive. Therefore, that event would most likely happen in the future, meaning Wuji-jun probably wouldn't die anytime soon; he would at least survive this Arbitration Delegation's judgment.

The master hadn't sent them directly to the Wuji Domain, most likely because he, too, had sensed something and felt there would be unforeseen circumstances in the Wuji Domain, so he had them go to the Tian Shu Domain first to avoid being affected.

“The Wuji Domain... will likely be in great chaos.”

Chen Ling said slowly.

***

The Wuji Domain.

Under a hazy gray sky, dozens of figures moved along uneven stone-paved streets, traversing the deserted roads.

It was only evening, but with the clouds obstructing the sky, no light was visible. The streetlights on either side of the road were unlit, as if power had been out for a long time... Fortunately, the Arbitration Delegation was well-prepared, with most members carrying a kerosene lamp. From a distance, they looked like a stream of light flowing through the dim city.

Their gazes cautiously swept their surroundings, but the streets were empty—no enemies, no passersby, no sounds at all, like a ghost town.

“It seems the power system is also down,” a delegate at the front of the Arbitration Delegation said in a deep voice. “No wonder we couldn't transmit messages... No, it's hard to say if the department responsible for message transmission even still exists.”

“But at least, people are still alive.”

Hong Xiu looked at the silent buildings in the darkness. She could feel numerous eyes watching them from all directions, cautiously yet curiously observing this foreign group.

“What exactly happened here to make these residents so afraid?”

“And living under such oppressive circumstances, won't their minds be affected...?”

“Among these people, there are quite a few Wushen Dao practitioners mixed in, but they don't seem to bear any ill will. They probably aren't members of Brand's faction within the Witchcraft Association.”

“Didn't they say Brand had cleansed Wuji, practically wiping out the other factions?”

“The paths of the Wushen Dao are as numerous as the stars in the sky, with countless factions of all sizes. How could they be wiped out in just a few days? Most likely, he only eliminated the high-ranking, threatening individuals, preventing them from posing a significant challenge.”

“No wonder these people's ranks aren't high...”

As everyone was discussing, Hong Xiu, who was leading the way, slowly came to a halt.

“This is far enough,” Hong Xiu said calmly. “Further ahead should be Wuji-jun's church... We should separate here.”

“All Arbitration Delegates, follow me. The rest of you, disperse quickly to your assigned areas according to our prior plan. Calm the Wuji Domain civilians, provide logistical support, and initiate the construction of the 'bridge' as soon as possible... to prevent any unforeseen incidents.”

“Understood.”

The next moment, the group quickly scattered from the street. The previously gathered stream of light seemed to disperse into a sky full of stars, spreading towards every corner of the city.

Ultimately, only five figures remained standing.

They came from different domains but were the top combat forces of their respective realms. Apart from Hong Xiu, the others carried various strange items on their backs—the accumulated reserves from over three hundred years of their domains.

Although they were all Rank 8, with the aid of these reserves, they could briefly contend with demigod-level beings. Working together, the five of them could even suppress a demigod at their peak. Otherwise, the other major domains would not have sent them as Arbitration Delegates to eliminate Wuji-jun.

“Let's go...” Dressed in a black enforcer's trench coat, Hong Xiu walked directly towards the towering church, her red hair fluttering like flames in the darkness.

From this moment on, Hong Xiu no longer concealed her aura.

The pressure of a Rank 8 burst forth from the hem of her trench coat. The fierce and sharp aura of the Asura Leader swept across the city like a hurricane, and the other four Arbitration Delegates followed closely, simultaneously releasing their own pressure!

In this dim, silent city, the five figures' auras were like blazing suns, forcefully tearing through the gloom that covered the sky. They resembled a holy sword of light, pointing directly towards the center of the Wuji Domain!

There, a cloud-shrouded church stood in silent prominence.