Chapter 1658: Promised Morning Glow

Promised Morning Glow

Tick tock—

A drop of blood fell from the tip of Chen Ling's nose.

Although from a third-party perspective, these few Celestial Star Positions were simply pitifully weak, and Chen Ling almost hadn't made a move to pinch all their flaws, only Chen Ling knew clearly that if they were to truly seriously join forces, combined with those terrifying Dao Foundation secret treasures, their Combat Power would probably really reach a terrifying level.

Everything that happened in the real world was already the battle result of Chen Ling using [Cut] many times.

As for the words Li Shengmen didn't finish saying...

Chen Ling was very sorry.

When they reached the next world, if there was a chance, he would let him finish saying it then.

As Li Shengmen's ghost, which looked very resentful after death, was recovered by the Great Red Paper Umbrella, Chen Ling slowly raised his head and looked at Li Qingshan not far away...

"Brother Chen, do I absolutely have to die?"

"...En." Chen Ling was silent for a moment. "Only by becoming a ghost can I take you to the next world... Otherwise, with the Reboot the World, you won't even be able to leave a trace of dust."

Li Qingshan and Chen Ling had already known each other when they were in the Red Dust Domain. Chen Ling knew that Li Qingshan would truly believe what he said... Even if it was just one sentence, Chen Ling wanted to give him an explanation.

"No wonder... you had to personally send Bao Sheng away." Li Qingshan sure enough didn't have the slightest suspicion, nodding in sudden realization,

"Then, I really should grab a 'boat ticket' in advance."

"You can also wait a while longer... wait until I wipe out the Spirit Void Domain, and then we'll go together."

"Forget it." Li Qingshan shook his head. "Now that I'm the only one left, if I go back alone, they will definitely be suspicious. Moreover, I am after all an owner of a Celestial Star Position. Although I don't want to be an enemy of Brother Chen, I also can't do things to betray them... It's good that my journey ends here."

"Your journey won't end." Chen Ling spoke seriously. "Death will only be a new starting point."

Li Qingshan smiled. He brushed the hem of his cyan Theatrical Robe sleeve and asked calmly:

"Do I do it myself, or will Brother Chen help me?"

"...Let me do it."

Although no matter who killed them, as long as they were ghosts, they could be taken into the Great Red Paper Umbrella... but ghosts personally killed by Chen Ling would receive the blessing of [Abyss Ghost Crossing]. If they reached the next world, it would be more convenient to find a way to resurrect.

"Alright then, I trust Brother Chen's methods." The smile on Li Qingshan's face grew even richer.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the originally torrential rain turned into a patter...

This heavy rain, which had fallen for an entire day, was finally coming to an end.

The hazy red water mist, like a giant ship carrying dreams and beauty, drifted over the dead Domain. Even the booming sounds of battle between the Dragon-Strangling Warriors and the Dusk Society in the distance gradually disappeared. The surroundings were deathly still. Only a massive amount of ghosts drilled out from every corner of the city, swarming into Chen Ling's Great Red Paper Umbrella...

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand... fifty thousand, sixty thousand.

His Theatrical Robe fluttered without wind.

Tick tock—

With the last drop of red rain falling from the rim of Chen Ling's umbrella.

He gently raised his hand, his finger flickering with the faint light of Red Paper pointing at the center of Li Qingshan's brow... Killing someone from here, the first thing to be cut off was the nerves, allowing the deceased to not feel a trace of pain.

"'Crying Child,'"

"'Please gently close your eyes;'"

"'Wait until the dusk falls in the darkest era,'"

"'I will promise you the morning glow and blue sky.'"

The last sentence of the Requiem Ballad fell.

Chen Ling's fingertip lightly touched the center of Li Qingshan's brow...

Almost instantly, the latter lost consciousness, falling forward, and then was steadily caught by Chen Ling, supported to gently sit on the ground.

A cyan-clothed ghost floated out from Li Qingshan's corpse. He first looked around, and upon seeing Chen Ling, smiled and waved at him... and then took a step into the Great Red Paper Umbrella.

Woo woo woo—

The whimpering cold wind brushed past the empty and deathly still street.

Under the grayish-white firmament, the figure in the Theatrical Robe stood in place alone holding an umbrella, a pair of cinnabar earrings fluttering silently.

"Is this..."

"Reverse the Era..."

Chen Ling closed his eyes tiredly, as if he had been hollowed out.

The former several Red Kings didn't have the ability of the Calamity of Mockery, nor could they bring the ghosts of so many people into the next world... They could only watch helplessly as their relatives and friends were gently erased with the Reboot the World, not even leaving a trace.

Although Chen Ling had the ability to take them away, personally killing those former companions and friends was undoubtedly also a kind of pain.

Between these two kinds of pain, which one was more tragic, Chen Ling didn't know... He also couldn't tell the difference. He only knew that the end of the Hidden Clouds Domain, the deaths of Li Qingshan and the other Celestial Star Positions, was perhaps only a beginning.

Since it had begun, he was destined not to be able to turn back.

Right at this moment, a certain bottleneck within his body suddenly loosened, and his Aura began to climb steadily... Surging Spiritual Power violently shattered the shackles, and on the illusory Twisted Divine Path, he once again took a step...

Finally, he stepped onto the eighth Rank!

Rank 8, this was a Rank Chen Ling didn't even dare to think about in the past. He only needed to take one more step forward to become a true Demigod like the Red King and the Nine Monarchs... But at this moment, there wasn't the slightest bit of joy in his heart.

Beside Chen Ling, only the sound of whimpering wind remained, as if he was the only one left in this world... An extreme sense of loneliness and bitterness welled up from the bottom of his heart.

After an unknown amount of time,

A voice rang out gently in front of him.

"Hearts... I missed you."

Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a white-haired figure covered in bandages, having arrived before his eyes at some unknown time, looking at him eagerly.

Before this, Chen Ling actually hadn't sensed his Aura at all.

"Little Flower?"

"Hey, I say you really have no eyesight, Clubs. Hearts is already tired enough to close his eyes and rest, why are you still foolishly going up to him?"

Sun Bumian, wearing a Suit, rested his elbow on Jiang Xiaohua's shoulder. At the same time, he pulled down the small Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, speaking somewhat helplessly.

"But... he looks very sad." Jiang Xiaohua answered in a small voice.

"Sad?" Sun Bumian sized up Chen Ling's face suspiciously for a moment. "I can't tell... hasn't he always had a cold and expressionless face since he became the Red King?"

Chen Ling: ...

"Why did you two come?" Chen Ling asked subconsciously.

"Oh, I saw that our members have basically arrived, and it's more than enough to take care of those Dragon-Strangling Warriors, so I thought I'd slack off... We strolled around nearby, and happened to see you standing here foolishly, so we came over."

The corners of Sun Bumian's mouth rose. The Awakened Lion pupils behind the sunglasses looked at Chen Ling smilingly as he spoke leisurely.