Chapter 826: Little Jian's Dilemma

"Are you really going to look for that Ghost God Path? Aren't you afraid your soul will be taken away?"

"Don't worry. Although my soul has never been restrained... he probably can't take it."

He can't take it, my ass!

Jian Changsheng watched the grey-jacketed "Chen Ling" disappear into the horizon, feeling as if he was about to burst.

Sure enough, "Brother Don't Worry" lived up to his name. Before he left, he had the air of "if he dares to take me, he's dead," but in the blink of an eye, he was being led by the nose down the street... The crucial thing was that Kong Wang seemed perfectly fine, looking largely unharmed.

"Serves him right!!" Jian Changsheng muttered under his breath as he bent down to pick up his sword.

"He insisted on seeking death, and now he's messed up, hasn't he? I can't believe you, Red Heart 6, would have a day where you're led by the nose. Hmph."

Jian Changsheng's tone was full of disdain for Chen Ling, yet his expression showed no trace of joy. Instead, he unconsciously glanced in the direction Kong Wang had just departed, then forced his gaze back.

The black-clad Asura stood alone on the long street, holding his blood-stained longsword, lost in silence.

He seemed to be struggling, grappling with something, and the hand holding the sword gradually tightened. At the same time, a brilliant light emanated from his other palm.

Jian Changsheng looked down and saw that the "privilege" was already activated, ready to be used at any moment.

Meanwhile,

Under the dark night sky, six beams of starlight, like divine pillars, descended from the heavens, scattering across six different locations in the old district. One of these beams landed extremely close to Jian Changsheng, on the street right next to him...

From this distance, Jian Changsheng could even clearly see the throne standing amidst the ruins, which had descended with the pillar of starlight!

It was a black throne, five or six meters high, a magnificent presence seemingly replicated from ancient myths. Its towering backrest symbolized power and strength, and starlight, like divine radiance, enveloped it. Mysteriously, a certain fortune seemed to hang in the air, exerting an inexplicable pull on humans.

The competition was about to end; the Sky-Reaching Star Position had arrived!

"The Sky-Reaching Star Position has appeared!!"

"So close! Looks like we're lucky!"

"More people will probably be drawn here soon! Quick, act now!!"

The appearance of the Sky-Reaching Star Positions simultaneously excited participants who had been lying dormant in various corners of the old district. They began to frantically rush towards the nearest positions. The one Jian Changsheng was currently near was in the very center of the old district, surrounded by the largest number of hidden participants.

One figure after another zipped past Jian Changsheng, rushing towards the Sky-Reaching Star Position like moths to a flame. A melee had already begun!

Although Kong Wang's voice had caused many participants to feel doubt, most of them didn't know who Kong Wang was. Moreover, a large portion, like Jian Changsheng, felt this was their best chance to seize the Sky-Reaching Star Position and defy fate.

Not everyone had seen Kong Wang, but everyone could see the throne descending from the sky!

That was the future they had always dreamed of.

Jian Changsheng's eyes reflected the magnificent and mysterious Sky-Reaching Star Position, leading towards the heavens, and his heart was filled with longing...

"What a pathetic Red Heart 6... I'm not going to bother with you," Jian Changsheng mumbled to himself. "I told you long ago, I'd be glad if you died... So what if your soul is taken? Who told you to show off like that..."

"Defying fate is right in front of me, why would I provoke that Ghost God Path... So what if I don't help you when you're in trouble? So what if I abandon you?"

"And I have no obligation to save you, do I?!"

Jian Changsheng's voice grew firmer as he spoke, as if trying to steel himself. After he finished, he took a deep breath, preparing to crush the "privilege" in his hand...

But when he saw the faintly glowing orb, the breath he had just drawn hitched.

Unconsciously, the image of Chen Ling casually tossing the item to him, along with the words that echoed in his ears, flooded his mind:

"Good luck."

Jian Changsheng silently tightened his grip on his sword hilt.

The "privilege" orb pulsed with light. After the final stage began, the seventh star position's landing spot had to be actively chosen and the orb crushed within fifteen minutes, or the seventh position would still descend randomly... Time was running out for Jian Changsheng.

"Damn it!!"

Jian Changsheng cursed angrily, clutching the "privilege" tightly in his palm. Then, sword in hand, he charged directly towards the nearest Sky-Reaching Star Position!

Pale chains, like a spiderweb, swayed silently under the night sky. Dozens of dazed souls, resembling floating clouds, slowly came to a halt near the top of a clock tower.

Kong Wang's eyelids were lowered, and he drifted between the clock towers as if weightless.

A man with temples streaked with white sat cross-legged on the clock tower. Seeing the phantom figure slowly approaching, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Controlling ghosts and seizing souls... It truly is the Ghost God Path. I never thought I'd live to see such a legendary being with my own eyes."

"Are you the leader of the Medical God Path in this era?" Kong Wang observed the man calmly, seemingly disappointed. "A Divine Path leader who hasn't even ascended to demigod status yet is far too inferior to those of a thousand years ago... This truly is an age of decline."

Mr. Han paused slightly, then countered with a hint of surprise:

"What were the leaders of the Medical God Path like a thousand years ago?"

"In ancient times, the Medical God Path flourished immensely. Every leader of the Medical God Path was a demigod... Several of them could even enter the world of the dead alone to retrieve people, fighting against fate to restore remnant souls and bring the deceased back to life."

Though Kong Wang's expression was somewhat displeased when he mentioned those individuals, a hint of admiration could occasionally be seen in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Han gave a bitter smile:

"I see. Unfortunately, since the Great Cataclysm... no, counting from two hundred years before the Great Cataclysm, the Medical God Path has never produced a demigod."

"So, this is an age of decline for you," Kong Wang scoffed.

"Though I am not a demigod, killing you... seems more than sufficient." Mr. Han's tone shifted, and an aura of an eighth-tier expert radiated from his body, directly overwhelming Kong Wang's current aura. A strong gust of wind swept past Kong Wang!

Mr. Han's previously calm expression vanished, replaced by gloom and murderous intent!

"No matter what era you're from, no matter which lost Divine Path you belong to... if you intend to cause trouble here, you've chosen the wrong place."

Facing Mr. Han's oppressive aura, Kong Wang showed no fear. His lowered eyes slowly opened, and the chains on the many souls behind him clanged together in the strong wind.

"You can certainly kill me," Kong Wang said faintly.

"The Realm of the Dying is not an uncommon Medical God Path domain. To my knowledge, while it possesses the 'group immortality' characteristic, it has no offensive capabilities... and once activated, it cannot be moved."