Chapter 1082: When People Face Calamity

When People Face Calamity

"Paint the Rosy Face..."

In the Theater, Chen Ling murmured these three words, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Paint the Rosy Face was the Red King's unique supreme skill. When Chen Ling was in the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, he had used the eye makeup Chen Yan drew for him as an anchor point, possessing a face belonging to himself... But a face is a face, not a mask. How could it become a Nuo Mask bearing the dual Divine Pathways of Drama and Witchcraft?

"The essence of Nuo is the combination of Drama and Witchcraft. Your Paint the Rosy Face already has A-Yan's Path of the Actor... As long as my Path of the Witch God is also engraved onto it, it can become the unique Nuo Mask in this world."

"Engrave the Path of the Witch God onto it?" Chen Ling seemed to realize something. "Yao, you..."

Yao smiled slightly,

"Have you forgotten? The original purpose of us learning Nuo was to solve the problem of one body, two souls... Now, the best solution has appeared. As long as I become a part of Paint the Rosy Face, not only can we solve one body, two souls, but it can also help you grasp the 'God-Sacrificing Dance'... There's no ending more perfect than this, right?"

"But solving one body, two souls shouldn't take your life as the price!"

Yao looked seriously into Chen Ling's eyes, and repeated again, "I died long ago... If it wasn't for you, I would have been Annihilated Soul long ago. It was you who gave me and A-Yan more possibilities.

Moreover, integrating my soul into Paint the Rosy Face is not true death. I'm just changing a form to accompany you and A-Yan."

Chen Ling opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say...

The Loss of Control of the Calamity of Mockery and First Senior Brother's death had already stirred his spirit into an incomparable mess. Facing Yao's farewell at this moment, his brain was completely blank...

"During this period, I have seen everything you experienced in my eyes. No one can understand your pain and sorrow better than me..."

Yao gently raised his hand. His gray-jacketed figure gradually dimmed in the nothingness. A touch of pure purple light began to bloom on his index finger. The aura of the Path of the Witch God rapidly spread.

"You don't have to be sad for me, and even less blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong... A-Yan chose to lend his power to you, I just made the same choice."

As Yao's finger lightly tapped between Chen Ling's eyebrows, a touch of shining purple meaning was branded onto it. Densely packed Path of the Witch God Markings instantly spread to the surroundings, like the ghost patterns of a Nuo Mask, three-dimensional and mysterious.

[Paint the Rosy Face], the second stroke.

At the same time, the apricot eye makeup personally drawn by Chen Yan was also immediately outlined.

The auras of Drama and Witchcraft blended on Chen Ling's face. A terrifying aura erupted with a boom, centered around Chen Ling!!

Chen Ling's pupils had already been occupied by purple. He only felt the second anchor point carved deep in his heart. In the unseen world, an extremely profound power was like crossing space and time, drawing his consciousness towards the end of the world...

The originally dim Audience Seats receded like the tide. Chen Ling seemed to be placed in a boundless void. Yao's figure floated in front of him, currently disappearing at a visible speed.

"Yao!!"

Chen Ling called his name, his hand grabbing towards him, but only piercing through a piece of nothingness.

"After I leave, there will be no one in this Theater to accompany you and talk..." Yao's eyes quietly looked at him, like an older brother or close friend about to travel far. His eyes were full of worry and reluctance.

"No matter what happens, you must remember. The consciousness of [Mockery] might have thousands and millions, but behind you is not empty either..."

"A-Yan and I will forever be your power."

Yao's figure completely disappeared in the nothingness. The complete Path of the Witch God was also engraved onto Chen Ling's [Paint the Rosy Face]. That face with purple patterns and apricot eyes let out an angry roar, as if roaring at the malice and injustice of fate.

The two auras of Drama and Witchcraft intertwined with each other. Chen Ling's figure rapidly ascended in the nothingness. A moment later, a massive altar was outlined on the other side of the nothingness...

The Land of Divine Rituals.

The power of Nuo successfully allowed Chen Ling and the Land of Divine Rituals to establish a connection again. Perhaps because this time Drama and Witchcraft were one, Chen Ling could feel that this connection was even clearer and stronger than the previous two times!

Chen Ling, draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, floated in front of the Land of Divine Rituals, as tiny as a speck of dust...

What he faced was no longer a specific place, but the collective entity of all human "Sacrifices" from ancient times to the present, a corner of the pyramid of human civilization.

"Come on..."

Chen Ling looked at the center of the Land of Divine Rituals. Shen Nan's words from back then echoed in his mind, softly murmuring,

"When people face calamity, only then is there Nuo..."

"As long as the people around me can overcome this calamity, I am willing to pay any price... including my life."

In Chen Ling's eyes, there was unprecedented madness and determination. First Senior Brother died, and Yao also sacrificed himself for this. He finally obtained this one chance to snatch back everything... No matter the price, he must advance.

As the light of the Land of Divine Rituals gradually lit up, the power of [Nuo] emanated from within Chen Ling's body. The twisted Drama and Witchcraft intertwined around him. He slowly raised his hand, his five fingers grabbing towards his own face...

Red and black flames ignited on Chen Ling's fingertips. As his five fingers hooked onto his thin facial skin, the two-colored flames jumped rapidly!

A sinister Nuo Mask gradually replaced his face!

...

"Bad luck huh..."

Jian Changsheng remained silent for a long time, laughing bitterly.

He looked at the bizarre pitch-black human figure not far away, and the corpses all over the ground personally killed by him under his feet. In his mind, he seemed to have already imagined Chen Ling's madness and pain after seeing everything... He had spent the longest time with Chen Ling, and knew what kind of person that guy was. If he let him know that he personally killed his senior brothers, he would probably be desperate enough to commit suicide.

Jian Changsheng slowly raised the pendant in his hand, placing it under the hazy starlight, as if shining brightly.

"Spades, that Celestial Star Position, do you want it or not?"

"..."

"If you want it, I'll go snatch it over for you!"

"..."

"From now on, we've changed your fate for you..."

"..."

The figure in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe surged in Jian Changsheng's mind, gradually overlapping with that bizarre human figure in the ruins.

The black leather jacket silently swayed in the wind. Jian Changsheng seemed to have made up his mind, speaking calmly:

"My fate was changed for me by Hearts, and this pendant was also given to me by him... In the final analysis, this luck originally didn't belong to me."

"Since that's the case..."

"Let's return this luck... back to him."

As the voice fell, Jian Changsheng tightly gripped the pendant in his hand. Bright light flickered in his eyes, as if using all his strength, violently smashing it against the earth!

Bang——!!

Under the hazy starlight, the silver pendant instantly shattered into bits of stardust. Jian Changsheng's luck was personally smashed into pieces by him at this moment. The ink-like bad luck was like ocean waves, swallowing his figure bit by bit.

The next moment,

A terrifying Killing Intent that made one's scalp tingle, like a black torch, rushed straight towards the clouds!!