Chapter 1090: God-Sacrificing Dance

God-Sacrificing Dance

"That's..."

Zhao Yi saw Chen Ling gently spin the paper umbrella, and streaks of blurred white light flew out from within, landing on the corpses in the distance respectively... Bewilderment surfaced in his eyes.

"Those are the souls snatched away by the Calamity of Mockery." Han Meng stared tightly at the stumbling Chen Ling. "He saved back everyone's souls."

"He actually really did it? He snatched everything back from the Calamity of Mockery's hands??"

Zhao Yi's face was full of pleasant surprise.

Han Meng was silent for a moment, his tone somewhat bitter, "But even if he snatched back the souls, it won't change anything... The dead cannot be brought back to life. Even if the souls are snatched back, the departed have passed away..."

Zhao Yi blanked out. He looked at the corpses of Adjudication Proxies and Dusk Society members all over the ground, opened his mouth, and ultimately still fell into silence.

"No."

Everyone blanked out slightly, simultaneously looking forward, only to see a magnificent and complex Nuo Opera Theatrical Robe silently fluttering among the ruins of the Realm... The crowd couldn't see Chen Ling's expression clearly under the Nuo Mask, nor could they see that beneath that Theatrical Robe, a mysterious Curse Marking was slowly surfacing.

[I will forever be imprisoned by myself. I will forever be accompanied by despair. I will forever remember loneliness.]

Chen Ling looked down at this Curse Marking, his eyes full of complexity...

This, was the "Price" he paid.

Although Chen Ling had established a connection with the Land of Divine Rituals, he previously couldn't exert power on the Stage. Now that he had returned to the real world, he could clearly feel the power of [Nuo] intertwining with him through the Land of Divine Rituals.

"Today, no one will die..."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the whimpering wind, calm, and resolute.

Thump thump——thump thump——thump thump...

Zhao Yi blanked out, suddenly turning his head to look at everyone: "Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"Drumbeats..." Zhao Yi looked around. "I don't know where the drumbeats are coming from... muffled, but... they have an indescribable sense of power."

"Drumbeats?"

Han Meng frowned slightly, inclining his ear to listen. He could indeed vaguely hear bursts of drumbeats sounding from an unreachable nothingness.

Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling wearing the Theatrical Robe and the Nuo Mask not far away. As if realizing something, a faint light flashed through his eyes. "It's actually [Nuo]... To think that Hearts actually mastered the power of [Nuo]?"

"What is [Nuo]?"

"When humans face disaster, only then is there Nuo; when the Nuo Dance begins, hundreds of calamities vanish..." Sun Bumian pointed at Chen Ling in the distance. "Taking off the Nuo Mask he is a human, putting on the mask he is a 'God'... He is no longer a human now, but a 'God' who dispels calamities for the mortal realm."

The crowd didn't seem to understand Sun Bumian's meaning, simultaneously looking at Chen Ling. The latter's left hand gently swayed, and a Ritual Bell gently appeared in his palm out of thin air.

The sleeves of the red and black Theatrical Robe swayed in the wind. The next moment, a crisp ring of the bell accompanied by thunder flashing across the sky vault echoed in the sky above the Wuji Domain ruins!

Ding-a-ling——

Chen Ling moved.

The instant pale lightning streaked across the horizon, Chen Ling's Theatrical Robe was like turning into a black butterfly, dancing in the ruins. Even the Rank 7 Han Meng couldn't see his movements clearly for a while... At the same time, an indescribable Aura began to spread between heaven and earth.

Crisp golden bell, muffled thick drum.

Accompanied by the rhythm and cadence of the two, Chen Ling was like transcending the mortal world. The red and black Theatrical Robe rose and fell, his steps flowed, his sleeves gently brushed, like an ancient sacrificial God descending upon the mortal world. With every step taken, life was reborn amidst deathly silence.

[God-Sacrificing Dance].

Holding the Ritual Bell in his left hand and the umbrella in his right hand, Chen Ling lightly flashed in front of the corpses all over the ground.

In the whimpering wild wind, the sinister Nuo Mask emitted a grim and chilling Aura. The eyes behind the mask swept across the corpses all over the ground, gently shaking the bell, and the souls fluttering in the sky respectively fell back into their bodies. Within the broken bodies, a surge of vitality sprouted once again...

Ning Ruyu, Butcher, Tian Huai, Farmer, Scholar, Jin Fugui, Chu Muyun, Eight of Clubs, Nine of Hearts...

The hearts of the broken bodies began to beat, and the silent blood vessels regained vitality. As the red and black Theatrical Robe rose and fell, a power named "miracle" was spreading.

When Shen Nan first awakened the power of [Nuo] during an earthquake, he snatched away dozens of lives from the Grim Reaper. Chen Ling's Drama and Witchcraft far exceeded ordinary people's, and the intertwined [Nuo] power was even more unprecedented, capable of achieving true miracles.

Chen Ling had already paid the price, as an exchange...

Just as he said,

Today, no one would die.

Suddenly, Chen Ling seemed to perceive something, the sinister Nuo Mask looking towards a certain direction...

Over there, the screams and cries of tens of thousands of people echoed in another space. As the bridge collapsed and tumbled, fear and despair spread crazily.

The whimpering wind brushed past the hem of the Theatrical Robe. After a brief silence, he waved his hand and dispersed the Great Red Paper Umbrella in his palm. His right hand reached out across space towards that direction, gently lifting...

...

Rumble——

Along with a muffled sound, the continuously collapsing and falling bridge suddenly steadily hovered in nothingness.

The citizens originally in a state of weightlessness staggered, directly collapsing onto the ground, and then blankly looked around... They didn't know what happened, but the collapse of the bridge seemed to have suddenly stopped.

"Run quickly!!"

Seeing this, the Heaven-Reaching Star Position crowd immediately shouted loudly.

Only then did the citizens return to their senses, hurriedly climbing up from the tilted bridge, sprinting wildly towards the other side with all their strength, their faces still holding the joy of surviving a disaster!

"The bridge is actually fixed?!"

"Who fixed the bridge? Did the Tower to Heaven make a move, or those few youngsters?"

"Who cares! Taking the opportunity to escape first is the most important!!"

"That damn Calamity of Mockery, almost killed us all here... Sure enough, all Calamities in the world deserve to die!!"

"That whatever Six of Hearts Chen Ling, didn't they say, he is the Calamity of Mockery?"

"They all deserve to die!! They're all enemies of humanity!!"

"..."

The noisy voices passed through nothingness, falling into the ears of that sinister Nuo Mask.

Under the Nuo Mask, Chen Ling's expression couldn't be seen. He just calmly and lonely danced in the ruins, one hand holding up the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and the other hand igniting the lives of those he cherished the most...

The Calamity of Mockery destroyed the world, Chen Ling saved the world;

At this time, he was like a true "God".

Ding-a-ling——

As the last person passed through the "Bridge", Chen Ling released that palm holding up mid-air. His figure lightly spun in the ruins, and the Ritual Bell slowly dissipated into nothingness... At the same time, that Sacrificial Rite Theatrical Robe soaked in red and black also reverted back to its original bright red.

Chen Ling's slender five fingers buckled the Nuo Mask. With a gentle force, that mask dissipated amidst the red and black fire, only leaving a few hanging ornaments still remaining.

Red earrings swayed in the wind,

A pale and calm face was exposed to the air once again.

Chen Ling's exhausted gaze swept across the numerous bodies before him that had regained a trace of vitality. His figure staggered, almost collapsing onto the ground on the spot... His hard work and sacrifice only had a mere two or three Audience members. As the miracle disappeared from his body, deathly stillness and pain resurged like a tide, completely submerging him.