Chapter 1161: The Last Name

The Last Name

Relying on the Calamity Transformation after Slaughtering the Calamity twice, plus over a dozen Divine Path Skills, even though Chen Ling was only at the peak of the Fifth-Tier, he could still fight against the Sixth Stage Ying Fu, not even falling to a disadvantage... But he absolutely never expected that Ying Fu would actually call for backup at this time!

"Chen Ling, you won't be able to leave today."

Ying Fu's figure had already crossed the urban area and arrived above the suburbs. He lightly raised his hand, and a Domain unfurled beneath his feet. Countless character strokes surged toward Chen Ling from all directions like a swarming tide!

Seeing this, a feeling of ominous premonition suddenly rose in Chen Ling's heart...

Ever since collapsing the tunnel, Ying Fu had consistently avoided fighting him head-on. Instead, he moved directly toward a certain location in Shanghai, not even willing to detour around the urban area. At the time, Chen Ling thought he was trying to avoid the battle, but now it seemed Ying Fu knew there would be reinforcements here and had deliberately lured him over!

After sending out that text message, Ying Fu no longer fled. Instead, he directly activated his Domain to keep Chen Ling here.

Chen Ling underwent Calamity Transformation once more. Relying on the crimson pythons extending from his body, he slaughtered his way through the Domain while constantly scanning his surroundings, seemingly looking for a suitable opportunity to break out.

[00:25:15]

[00:25:13...]

The countdown for the Timeline Save File ticked away second by second. Chen Ling finally found an opening. Transforming into a crimson cloud, he directly smashed through a large swath of characters and charged out of the Domain like a wild beast slipping its reins!

"I have spoken... You are going nowhere today."

Ying Fu's voice rang out from behind. In the next moment, a streak of ink slashed across the clouds!

Directly in front of Chen Ling, an old man parted the gaps in the clouds with both hands. Pitch-black ink poured down like torrential rain, instantly drenching Chen Ling's sky full of Red Paper and turning it black. It made one feel as if they were stuck in mud, Unable to Move an inch.

Yet another Sixth Stage Aura flooded the world!

"Damn it..."

Chen Ling should have thought of this earlier. Now that Ying Fu was at the Sixth Stage, it meant he had at least one Sixth Stage subject under him. But Fu Kun, Zheng Zhiqing, and the others from earlier were only at the Fourth Order, indicating that a Sixth Stage expert had yet to reveal themselves.

That old man parting the clouds must be the strongest combatant currently under Ying Fu's command!

"Chancellor Han, you've arrived at the perfect time." Ying Fu stepped on the void, cutting off Chen Ling's retreat. He and the old man, two Sixth Stage experts, flanked Chen Ling from front and back, completely unwilling to leave him any avenue of survival.

Chancellor Han raised his fingertip and initiated a brushstroke in the void, outlining a traditional "Dragon" character amidst the pouring ink rain.

As the final stroke fell, a massive amount of ink rain rapidly coalesced. A thick, majestic, and ferocious black dragon roared and swirled out from the black rain, charging straight toward Chen Ling!

Chen Ling's brows furrowed tightly. Just as he was about to retreat, he noticed Ying Fu behind him also raising his hand and writing down a "Dragon" character. The two black dragons, one from the left and one from the right, slammed into Chen Ling with a resounding boom, like dragons playing with a pearl!

Boom—!!

Ink ripples swept across the sky. A wretched crimson silhouette plummeted to the earth like a cannonball, smashing a hideous crater into the mountainside as billowing dust flew into the air.

Ying Fu and Chancellor Han stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the void, both looking toward the collapsed mountain.

"To think he can still move after sustaining such heavy injuries... Your Majesty, just who is he?" Chancellor Han's expression was filled with some surprise.

"Just a lone emperor."

Ying Fu spoke calmly. His figure directly shattered the rain curtain as he gave chase toward the edge of the collapsed mountain. Seeing this, Chancellor Han asked no further questions. Stepping onto a black ink dragon, he similarly followed closely behind.

The continuous ink rain fell as if the heavens had overturned.

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe skimmed across the barren mountainside. Chen Ling's body was already covered in ink stains. He glanced back at the two men in hot pursuit, his expression incomparably grave.

[Current Expectation Value: 32%]

Chen Ling had just unleashed the Calamity of Mockery once in the Scarlet Heaven Cult's territory. His current Expectation Value was not enough to sustain his death. If he fell into Ying Fu's hands this time, everything would be over...

Chen Ling's mind whirred rapidly, searching for a way of Breaking the Deadlock. In the end, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a phonebook from his breast pocket.

You're calling for backup?

Then I will too!

This phonebook gifted by Xiao Chunping recorded the friends she had made over all these years. Back then, Chen Ling had relied on this phonebook to find Shen Nan and escape death by the skin of his teeth. This time, this phonebook remained his last hope.

While fleeing madly, Chen Ling continuously flipped through the phonebook in his hands. As name after name and phone number after phone number flashed past his eyes, his heart actually sank to the bottom of the valley...

The majority of the contacts recorded in this phonebook were friends Xiao Chunping had made during the Intangible Cultural Heritage Conference in her early years. However, almost everyone who could attend that conference was a White Hand registered with Bureau 749. But the current Chen Ling was already wanted by Bureau 749. Even if he called them, who would risk everything to come save him?

Not everyone was Shen Nan... and not everyone possessed the Combat Power to contend with a Sixth Stage expert.

Name after name flashed past Chen Ling. The remaining pages grew thinner and thinner. Just as Chen Ling was about to give up, a certain name on the very last page suddenly leaped into his line of sight!

— Sun Bumian.

The moment he saw these three characters, a clap of thunder violently tore through Chen Ling's mind. As if realizing something, his eyes instantly lit up!

That's right!!

Sun Bumian also exists in this era. If it's him...

But in this era, Sun Bumian probably doesn't know him yet. Moreover, he didn't know if Sun Bumian had been slumbering or awake these past few years. Even if he was awake, his strength was unknown...

Never mind that,

I'll call him first!!

Encountering an acquaintance in this era was a tremendous encouragement for Chen Ling. Although he knew the Sun Bumian of this era didn't know him, he had a premonition that this guy would definitely be able to help him!

This was a baffling and inexplicable confidence coming from the future 6-series generation.

"Don't change your phone number, don't change your phone number, don't change your phone number..."

Chen Ling pulled out his phone and instantly dialed the corresponding number. However, within the signal range of the ground base stations, he seemingly couldn't find this number...

Did he destroy his original number?

Chen Ling felt incomparably anxious. Gritting his teeth, he directly pushed Yang Xiao's ability to the limit, continuously and madly searching across the globe for the source of this number.

Finally, a distant and faint signal source lit up in the depths of Chen Ling's consciousness.

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking."

"We're currently experiencing some light turbulence due to atmospheric conditions. Please return to your seats and ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened..."

As the airplane's broadcast echoed, a tall, blonde flight attendant walked through first class and stopped beside a certain seat. Smiling, she spoke in less-than-fluent Chinese:

"Mr. Sun, may I take your empty cup for you?"

Beside the window seat in the first row, a figure wearing a traditional Tang suit slightly raised his head. His fingertips lightly pushed up the Round Sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth:

"You may. After the turbulence is over, please bring me another serving of double-skin milk, thank you."