Chapter 1092: Leaving, and Advancing

Leaving, and Advancing

Sand and wind rose and fell. The dust turned from the Realm danced lightly on the desolate earth. Two Theatrical Robes stood on the dust, silent and soundless.

It was unknown how long had passed.

Chen Ling seemingly lost all his strength, slowly closing his eyes.

"The final question..." Chen Ling opened his mouth, ultimately still asking the question deep in his heart, the one he was most confused and fearful about, "To you... am I a disciple, or a Chess Piece?"

After Chen Ling learned of his identity, this question had always been in his heart. From the very beginning in District Three of the Aurora Domain, where the Red King intentionally set up a trap to let Yao and Chen Yan merge into one with Chen Ling, to later instructing Chu Muyun to recruit him into the Dusk Society, and then coming forward to bring him back to the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path during the Red Dust Domain, making him a disciple... In places Chen Ling couldn't see, the Red King's hand had always been secretly manipulating his fate.

Even the persona of "Chen Ling" was given by the Red King... He was like a tool personally created by the Red King, a tool used to counterbalance the Calamity of Mockery.

Chen Ling was very clear in his heart that Ning Ruyu and the others all had true feelings for him. But regarding this mysterious Master whom he hadn't even spoken to face-to-face a few times, whether he was a disciple or a Chess Piece... he truly couldn't distinguish anymore.

Hearing this question, the Red King fell into silence.

"Whether it's you, or Ruyu and the others, putting aside the identities of master and disciples of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, you are all members of the Dusk Society. And the goal of the Dusk Society... have you forgotten?

Reverse the Era, Reboot the World. Whether it's you or your four senior brothers and sisters, first you should advance towards this goal...

After that, then we will talk about being master and disciple."

Chen Ling smiled miserably.

That's right... he had almost forgotten.

The Red King was first the Red King of the Dusk Society, and then his Master... Whether it was him, Six of Hearts Chen Ling, or his four fellow disciples holding the King cards, they were all nothing but Chess Pieces used by the Red King to complete this goal. As for the identity of master and disciple, it was simply because everyone was of the Path of the Actor, and taking him into the sect was more convenient for the Red King to control.

Obtaining the answer, Chen Ling's face was already ashen as death. He didn't ask another half a sentence, instead stumbling and turning around, walking towards the distance alone.

There was no anger, no venting, no turning into enemies, no falling out on the spot...

What there was, was only an ashen, deathly silent chest.

Chen Ling was already tired.

His vision was already blurred, his body tottering... But he didn't look back, nor did he seek help from the Red King. Instead, he gritted his teeth alone, biting the bullet and walking forward, as if he would never look back again.

"Zhao Yi!!!!" Chen Ling took a deep breath, shouting with all his strength!

"Ah... eh!!"

Zhao Yi blanked out, then returned to his senses, immediately running forward.

"Chen Ling, are you alright?"

"Lead the way!"

"... What?"

"Lead the way! To your Integration Faction!" Chen Ling panted heavily,

"Didn't you always want me to join the Integration Faction? I'll go with you... doing experiments is fine, being dissected is fine... As long as it can let me annex the Calamity of Mockery inside my body, I'm willing to do anything."

Zhao Yi scratched his head. He looked back at the Red King not far away, then looked at Chen Ling beside him whose eyes were full of determination, momentarily bewildered...

Jiang Xiaohua also blanked out. He subconsciously wanted to run forward and pull Chen Ling, but was first stopped by Sun Bumian to the side.

"Diamonds, what are you doing?"

"I know you want to make Hearts stay... but don't go now." Sun Bumian lowered his voice, his eyes glancing at Chen Ling and the Red King. "Didn't you see their sect is having a conflict..."

"But..."

"Relax, wait until a certain someone wakes up, he'll be more anxious than you."

Sun Bumian poked the comatose Jian Changsheng on the ground with his toe like a dead pig. The latter reached out and scratched his butt, letting out a series of hums and groans, unknown what he was dreaming about.

Zhao Yi waited for a full dozen seconds. Seeing that the Red King in the distance still didn't have the slightest intention of making him stay, he then tentatively spoke:

"Chen Ling... you're really going?"

"Going!!"

"No problem!! No problem!!!"

Zhao Yi immediately became energetic. He directly hooked his arm around Chen Ling's shoulder, saying excitedly, "Chen Ling, your buddy here really has energy in the Integration Faction, I guarantee to arrange things perfectly for you... And those beast-eared younger sisters, if they knew, they would definitely be overjoyed..."

Just now, Zhao Yi was still somewhat worried that poaching Chen Ling, this precious darling, in front of the Dusk Society's boss might get him beaten up. But looking at it now, not only did Chen Ling want to leave, the Red King himself also didn't have the intention to make him stay...

This way, the task assigned to him by the organization, wouldn't it be perfectly completed?!

Truly, wearing out iron shoes in a fruitless search, only to find it without any effort... The Fire-Stealers were finished, the Silver King was finished, the Wuji Domain was finished, even the Dusk Society wasn't having a good time... In the end, his Integration Faction actually picked up a cheap bargain!

The figures of Zhao Yi and Chen Ling gradually disappeared at the end of the line of sight. As for the skeletal pale wolf, it had already gone to awaken the other Fusionists who followed, preparing to escort them away.

Chen Ling just kept his head drooping like this, listening to Zhao Yi rambling all the way, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"... As for accommodation, if you're not used to living in the room they arranged for you, you can live in my Super 270° Gray World Panoramic Balcony Presidential Suite. The view from my room is extremely good, and the place is spacious, and..."

"——Pfft!!"

The instant he took a step out of the Wuji Domain, Chen Ling, who had been forcefully holding on, finally couldn't hold it anymore. He fiercely spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire person directly collapsing on the ground, his hands supporting his body, crazily dry heaving.

Physical agony, mental exhaustion, his head seemingly torn apart by two consciousnesses, the emptiness and collapse after activating the God-Sacrificing Dance, and that unforgettable grievance and bitterness...

"Blergh... blergh...!!!"

Chen Ling felt like his heart was chopped to pieces. The dual torture of flesh and soul made him breathless, only able to lay prone on the ground like a dog, panting painfully.

Zhao Yi to the side was startled. He hurriedly said a bunch and asked a bunch, but Chen Ling no longer had the heart to listen.

The muddle-headed Chen Ling raised his head, only to see that at the end of the dark world, a wisp of dawn light rose from the east...

"Little Junior Brother, it's getting light..."

"Senior brothers, take you home."

Mo Jue's voice lingered by his ears. In Chen Ling's hollow eyes, deep sorrow and bitterness surfaced... The last time it became light, he once possessed the entire world, but this time, what accompanied him was only loneliness, and pain.

The world was so big, now, where was home?

"Chen Ling, are you okay Chen Ling?!"

"Aiya, this physical condition of yours... when we get to the Integration Faction, I will definitely find someone to take a good look at you!"

Chen Ling lay prone on the ground and dry heaved for a full dozen minutes before slowly stopping. He gritted his teeth tightly, stumbling as he stood up from the ground... He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking weakly but firmly:

"Let's go... it's time to advance."

"Eh, you..." Zhao Yi wanted to say whether they should rest for a while more, but Chen Ling had already started walking on his own.

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe stumbled forward under the blood-like morning sun, only leaving a string of long and lonely footprints in the desolate wasteland that no one paid attention to.