Chapter 1524: Won't Lose

Won't Lose

Multicolored flames burned blazingly around Sun Bumian.

After kicking a crack into the Ghost Path Foundation, Sun Bumian's Demigod power was still very stable, but he didn't continue to maintain it. Instead, he muttered to himself:

"Borrowing and returning makes it easier to borrow next time..."

"Although this kick didn't consume too much, I should still save as much of my millennium of accumulation as possible... Damn it, but this feeling is really exhilarating."

Sun Bumian was still enjoying this long-lost Demigod power. Having lived so cowardly in this life for so long, he finally experienced a massive thrill, but unfortunately, it only lasted for three seconds.

He actually had quite a bit of the Power of Samsara left. However, if he forcibly maintained it now, apart from showing off in front of Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng, it seemed to be of no use... Sun Bumian really wanted to continue showing off, but he was even more of a Miser. He simply couldn't accept squandering his millennium of accumulation like this.

Sun Bumian actively suppressed the multicolored flames on his body. The power that had gathered in his body began to disperse back to the surrounding phantoms of the Reincarnation Cycle. At the same time, his Rank also began to gradually drop...

Rank 9, peak Rank 8, mid Rank 8, Rank 8...

He still had Demigod trial cards, but each use was extremely costly. Rather than using this major trump card, it was better to slightly enhance his base Combat Power, allowing him to handle more trouble more freely. What's more, just in case someone else advanced to the Path of the Actor Demigod Position in the future and occupied that spot, then no matter how much Power of Samsara he had, he wouldn't be able to use it.

Sun Bumian felt a bit of regret about his Rank dropping, but that was about it...

However, the outside world was in an uproar for a moment.

...

"The Demigod Position of the Path of the Actor is vacant again??"

"Didn't this newly advanced Path of the Actor Demigod die a bit too quickly!"

"Could it be that they encountered some extremely powerful enemy?"

"But even a World-Ending Calamity couldn't kill a Demigod in three seconds, right?"

"Sigh, the Path of the Actor Demigod has a life thinner than paper..."

The crowd, who had just been pleasantly surprised by the appearance of a new Demigod on the Path of the Actor, instantly lowered their heads and began to observe a moment of silence for this Demigod who died prematurely.

Atop Clown Peak, the Clown once again looked toward that direction...

He scratched his head with both hands, his eyes becoming increasingly blank.

"Iyaa (What a noob)."

The Clown muttered, lowering his head to continue playing with stones.

...

Inside the Temple of the Dead.

Sun Bumian groaned muffledly and almost plunged headfirst to the ground.

If Sun Bumian hadn't consumed a large amount of the Power of Samsara to consolidate his Rank this time, he would probably have been forced into slumber again. But even though he forcefully endured the side effects of slumber, the intense feeling of weakness still made him extremely uncomfortable...

Leaning against the wall, he slowly sat down. Panting heavily, he laboriously reached out to pick up the small Round Sunglasses that had been tossed aside...

"If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have thrown them so far..."

Sun Bumian regretted it slightly.

On the other side of the temple,

A figure covered in blood staggered to his feet from the ground.

The moment Jian Changsheng's feet supported his body, a piercing pain emerged from within, making him bare his teeth involuntarily.

Although Chu Muyun helped him reassemble his skeletal framework, his internal injuries still needed to heal slowly. The pain of bone fragments piercing into flesh and blood was unavoidable for a while.

"Hearts, are you okay?" Jian Changsheng looked at Chen Ling closest to him.

At this moment, Chen Ling was lying peacefully on the ground. A closed Red Paper Umbrella was placed beside him, and his eyes were lightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

"I'm fine, just mentally overdrawn." Chen Ling replied with his eyes closed. "While the Ghost Path hasn't recovered its senses yet, you go do your own thing first."

Jian Changsheng paused slightly.

Seeing Jian Changsheng not moving, Chen Ling continued speaking: "Weren't you going to find that ancient well? It's right behind."

After Sun Bumian flying kicked the Dao Foundation, the Ghost Path's gaze temporarily vanished as well, as if it was kicked straight into a crash by this kick... But it probably wouldn't take long for it to regain consciousness. Now was the best time for Jian Changsheng to see his deceased family members.

Jian Changsheng silently clenched his fists tightly, his gaze somewhat complex...

Back then, a single sentence of his in the Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path had brought the 6-series members here. From the Ghost Gate to now, Chen Ling was overdrawn, Jiang Xiaohua was heavily injured, and Sun Bumian was paralyzed... Yet even so, Chen Ling hadn't forgotten the agreement between them.

Guilt, helplessness, self-blame, various emotions rose from the depths of Jian Changsheng's heart, leaving him speechless for a moment.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Chen Ling spoke again with his eyes closed:

"We came here for the Dao Foundation Shards. Taking you to find that ancient well is just in passing... If you're going, go quickly. We finally managed to fight our way through here; it'd be a pity not to take a look."

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, temporarily putting those emotions aside, and answered seriously:

"I'll be right back!"

He limped toward the rear of the temple.

Listening to Jian Changsheng's footsteps gradually fading away, Chen Ling's breathing recovered its steady and prolonged rhythm again. He tried hard to recover a portion of his physical strength in this shortest possible time... Otherwise, later on, there wouldn't even be anyone to carry him out.

Right at this moment, he felt a faint and familiar gaze looking at him from the nothingness...

It was the Ghost Path.

In just over ten seconds, it had actually recovered a sliver of consciousness.

But Chen Ling could feel that the Ghost Path was still somewhat weak at this moment, and the gaze it cast at him seemed to lack that immense hostility... It had indeed intervened in the affairs of the world of the living earlier. With this "cause" preceding, it was completely reasonable that it now suffered the "effect" brought by Chen Ling and the others. It couldn't refute Chen Ling's logic and lacked the power to do anything else.

Chen Ling slowly opened his blurry eyes a crack, as if meeting its gaze across space, and at the same time spoke softly:

"You still don't believe it, right?"

"Then just watch..."

"As long as I am here, as long as the Dusk Society is here... Humanity won't lose."

Chen Ling silently clenched the Ghost Path Shard in his hand tightly.

...

Jiang Xiaohua dragged his mutilated body with bandages, swaying as he walked out of the Temple of the Dead.

He looked pitifully at Chu Muyun sitting at the entrance, waving his hands that looked like sliced cured meat. Under the entanglement of those bandages, he looked like a humanoid monster pieced together from random parts.

"Senior... help me." Jiang Xiaohua called out in a low voice.

Seeing Jiang Xiaohua's tragic state, Chu Muyun's expression instantly changed drastically!

He immediately rushed forward:

"What happened? Injured so heavily?"

Before he even finished speaking, Chu Muyun had already taken out his hammer, tapping and pounding on Jiang Xiaohua's severed limbs like a carpenter, piecing them back into their original shape bit by bit.

"I'm okay..." A smile appeared on Jiang Xiaohua's face.

"After all, we won."