Chapter 855: 忆魂术

Chapter 855: Soul Memory Art

A cheerful melody drifted down from above the stage. Chen Ling turned his head, seeing a table materialize out of thin air beneath the spotlight, with a pristine white sheet of paper laid flat in its center.

“Congratulations on completing the play: The Stars' Guidance.”“Highest audience expectation for this play: 74”

As sheets of paper coalesced from nothingness, Chen Ling raised his hand to receive them. Judging by its thickness, this script was thinner than previous ones, likely due to the shorter time span involved. Thanks to the Crimson Sky Sect's gift, he had significantly reduced the time needed to accumulate spiritual energy.

Chen Ling felt relaxed and hoped such events would occur more often.

“You have gained a designated drawing right.”“Upon use, you can select any character who appeared in this play and randomly draw one of their abilities. The probability of drawing a rare skill is related to the play's overall audience expectation value.”

It was time to make a choice again… Chen Ling picked up his pen and fell into deep thought. This play wasn't long, but it featured many characters. Although most were not high-ranking, Chen Ling felt it would be difficult to draw a high-tier skill with the current 74 expectation value limit.

After a moment of consideration, Chen Ling decided on his drawing target. He quickly wrote two characters on the paper:—Oblivion.

The other fourteen Divine Paths, no matter how rare or precious their routes, were ultimately conventional. However, Oblivion's Ghost God Path had left a profound impression on Chen Ling. If he missed this chance with Oblivion, it would be almost impossible to draw a Ghost God Path skill again. As long as it was a Ghost God Path skill, a rare skill related to souls, no matter its tier, Chen Ling would consider it a gain… His only prayer was not to have such terrible luck as to draw some useless life skill.

As the name 'Oblivion' was written, cards began to manifest from nothingness…There were nine cards in total.Two were off-white, and seven were black. The off-white cards represented Oblivion's life skills, while the seven black ones were likely the unique color scheme of the Ghost God Path… Judging by the number of skills, Oblivion should have been a Tier 7 character, but perhaps opening the Ghost Gate too many times had caused his tier to drop to Tier 6.

After the nine cards were shuffled face down, Chen Ling prayed for a moment, then selected one. Under his tense gaze, a black card appeared:Skill: Soul Memory ArtAffiliation: Ghost God Path, Fifth TierCharacter: Oblivion

Seeing this, Chen Ling's eyes lit up! A slight smile touched his lips. His luck seemed quite good this time, drawing a Fifth Tier ability from the Ghost God Path with only a 74 expectation value limit.

He immediately accepted the new skill, but as he processed the information, the smile on his face slowly stiffened…This Soul Memory Art was precisely the ability Oblivion used to recreate the skills of souls from their past lives. This included the application of the Ground Force Divine Path and the Book God Path domain during that battle, both achieved through this skill. In a sense, it was undoubtedly one of Oblivion's core abilities.However, the problem was that to activate this skill, one first needed to "control souls." Before Oblivion activated this skill, he would first capture the souls of the deceased with chains and establish a connection with them. But Chen Ling had no idea how to capture souls! Forget capturing them; he couldn't even see souls with his naked eyes, let alone control them to activate the Soul Memory Art.

The good news was that he had drawn a Fifth Tier Ghost God Path skill; the bad news was that he lacked the first four tiers of skills. It was like a top-tier hacker who could break into the world's most advanced network systems… but didn't know how to operate a mouse and keyboard, or even afford a decent computer.

Chen Ling's mood swung wildly, his gaze complicated. But with no other options, he could only exit the theater and return to reality.At this moment,Sun Bumian lay on a rock opposite him, yawning lazily. Jian Changsheng also leaned against a rock, head drooping, as if dozing off.

A thought suddenly sprang into Chen Ling's mind. Instead of telling them to hurry, he walked aside and softly called out:“Yao.”“…Hmm?” A voice quickly responded in his mind.“Give me your hand; there's something I want to try.”Yao was visibly startled, not understanding Chen Ling's meaning. Still, his soul drifted out of Chen Ling's mind and converged onto his right hand… Chen Ling raised both hands simultaneously, silently activating the Soul Memory Art in his mind. His palms met in front of his chest, appearing from a distance as if he were praying.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…Disappointment was evident in Chen Ling's eyes. Although he could converse with Yao, and they shared a body, their connection wasn't as close as "soul control." Thus, he naturally couldn't activate the Soul Memory Art. It seemed his idea of cultivating both acting and shamanism was, for now, out of the question…

Annoyed by drawing a useless skill, Chen Ling walked back to the rocks and immediately roused Jian Changsheng and the other.“Stop sleeping; we need to keep moving.”Jian Changsheng, bleary-eyed and bewildered, watched Chen Ling leave with a grim expression, scratching his head…

“Did you upset him?” he asked, looking back at Sun Bumian.Sun Bumian spread his hands. “How would I dare?”“…Being moody seems normal for him anyway… Forget it, in the Grey Realm, he's the boss; we can't afford to provoke him. Let's go, let's go…”The two reluctantly stood up and continued to follow Chen Ling, fearing they would fall too far behind and attract disasters.

In another part of the Grey Realm.Two figures walked side by side across the grey landscape. One wore a white baseball cap and a simple hoodie, its low brim obscuring half of his face, while a pair of silver snake-shaped earrings swayed gently with each step…

The other wore a black bowler hat and carried a cane in his left hand. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that his left pinky finger was missing, as if it had been severed, appearing awkward and strange.

A gentle breeze swept across the barren land, lifting the hems of their clothes. The man with the cane glanced at the clear tire tracks on the ground and spoke faintly:“To dispatch two Thief Sages just to hunt down a few defenseless children… I wonder what the Silver King is thinking.”

“Hmm, indeed…” Bai Ye replied, somewhat distractedly. “Lately, the King's thoughts have become increasingly hard to fathom.”

“Stealing emotions and thoughts is your specialty, Bai Ye. Even you can't see through the King now?”

“Me? How dare I pry into that one's thoughts, Mo Lian? You're taking this joke a bit too far…” Bai Ye glanced at him.

“Oh? You don't dare?”Mo Lian leisurely retorted. Bai Ye's expression immediately darkened. Before Bai Ye could retort, Mo Lian pointed at the tire tracks on the ground and said, “It seems we're catching up quickly… In a moment, will you make the move or shall I?”

Bai Ye's heart stirred slightly, but his demeanor remained calm and collected. He spoke as if it were a casual remark:“As you wish.”