Chapter 855

Soul Memory Art

A brisk music came from above the Stage.

Chen Ling looked back, only to see a table had already appeared out of thin air under the spotlight, with a bright white piece of paper laid flat in the center.

"Congratulations on completing the play: 'Where the Stars Direct'."

"Maximum Audience Expectation Value for this play: 74%"

As pieces of paper condensed in the void, Chen Ling raised his hand and caught them.

Judging from the thickness, this time's play was slightly thinner than the previous few volumes. After all, the time span was not long... Thanks to the gift from the Scarlet Heaven Cult, it allowed him to significantly shorten the time to accumulate Spiritual Power.

Chen Ling was very relaxed, and hoped this kind of thing could happen a few more times.

"You have obtained one specified Gacha Draw right."

It was time to make a choice again... Chen Ling picked up the pen and fell into deep thought.

This play was not long, but there were quite a few appearing characters. Although the vast majority did not have a high Rank, Chen Ling felt that with this 74% expectation value ceiling, it would also be very difficult to draw any high-Rank skills.

After pondering briefly, Chen Ling decided on the target for this draw.

He rapidly wrote down two words on the paper:

—[Kongwang].

The other Fourteen Divine Paths, no matter how rare or precious the Path was, were ultimately conventional. But Kongwang's Path of Ghosts left an extremely deep impression on Chen Ling.

If he missed this time's Kongwang, it would be almost impossible to want to draw skills from the Path of Ghosts next time.

As long as it was a skill of the Path of Ghosts, as long as it was a rare skill related to the soul, regardless of whether the Rank was high or low, as long as Chen Ling drew it, it was a profit...

The only thing he needed to pray for was that his luck wouldn't be too rotten, and draw some useless lifestyle skills.

As the two words Kongwang fell, Card Faces were outlined one by one from the void...

A total of nine cards.

Two grayish-white ones, and seven black ones;

The grayish-white ones were Kongwang's lifestyle skills, and those seven black ones must be the unique color scheme of the Path of Ghosts... Judging from the number of skills, Kongwang should have originally been a Seventh Rank. Perhaps because he opened the ghost gates too many times, his Rank fell to the Sixth Rank.

After the nine cards were placed face down and shuffled, Chen Ling prayed for a moment, and then chose one of them.

Under his nervous gaze, a black Card Face entered his line of sight:

[Skill: Soul Memory Art]

[Affiliation: Path of Ghosts, Fifth Rank]

[Character: Kongwang]

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes lit up!

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth slightly curled up. This time his luck seemed to be very good, drawing a Fifth Rank ability of the Path of Ghosts with only a 74% expectation value ceiling.

He immediately accepted this new skill. After digesting the information within, the smile curled up at the corners of his mouth gradually stiffened...

This Soul Memory Art was precisely the ability Kongwang used to reproduce the skills the soul had before death, including the application of Fudi's Path of Force during that battle, as well as the Domain of the Path of the Scholar God, all of which were realized through this skill. In a sense, it was definitely one of Kongwang's core skills.

But the problem was, to activate this skill, one first had to "Drive the Soul".

Before Kongwang activated this skill, he first used chains to seize the souls of the deceased, and only after establishing a connection with them could he activate it... But Chen Ling fundamentally didn't know how to seize souls at all!

Let alone seizing souls, he couldn't even see souls with his naked eyes, let alone drive them and activate the Soul Memory Art.

Good news: he drew a Fifth Rank skill of the Path of Ghosts;

Bad news: he didn't have the skills of the first four Ranks.

It was like a hacker with peerless skills being able to hack into the most advanced network system in the world... but he didn't know how to operate a mouse and keyboard, and couldn't even afford a decent computer.

Chen Ling's mood experienced huge ups and downs, his gaze somewhat complex. But there was no other way, he could only first exit from The Theater and return to reality.

At this moment,

Sun Bumian was lying on the rock opposite him, lazily yawning; Jian Changsheng was also drooping his head by a rock, as if dozing off.

An idea suddenly surged into Chen Ling's mind. He didn't open his mouth to call them to hurry on with their journey, but walked to the side alone and softly called out:

"Yao."

"... Mm?" A voice quickly responded from the bottom of his heart.

"Give me your hand, there's something I want to try."

Yao was clearly stunned for a moment, not understanding Chen Ling's meaning. But he still let his soul float out from Chen Ling's mind, converging on his right hand... Chen Ling raised both left and right hands simultaneously, silently activating the [Soul Memory Art] in his heart.

The palms of his hands pressed together in front of his chest. Looking from afar, it looked like Chen Ling was praying to something.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The disappointment in Chen Ling's eyes was hard to hide.

Although he could talk to Yao, and they were both in one body, they didn't have a close relationship like "Driving the Soul" between them, so naturally he couldn't activate the [Soul Memory Art]. It seemed his idea of dual cultivation in Drama and Witchcraft had fallen through for the time being...

Drawing a useless skill, Chen Ling felt somewhat annoyed in his heart. He walked back to the rocks and directly woke up Jian Changsheng and the other:

"Stop sleeping, let's go."

The sleepy-eyed Jian Changsheng looked bewilderedly at Chen Ling leaving with a dark face, scratching his head...

"Did you provoke him?" He looked back at Sun Bumian.

Sun Bumian spread his hands,

"How would I dare."

"... Being moody seems to be normal for him... Forget it, he's the boss in the Gray World, we can't afford to provoke him. Let's go, let's go..."

The two stood up helplessly, continuing to follow Chen Ling forward, deeply afraid of falling too far behind and having Calamities come knocking on their door.

...

Gray World, on the other side.

Two figures walked side by side on the gray earth.

One of them wore a White Baseball Cap and a plain hoodie. The low brim of the hat covered half of his face, and a pair of silver Snake Earrings swayed slightly with his footsteps...

The other person wore a black Fedora, holding a Cane in his left hand. If one observed carefully, they would discover that the little finger of his left hand was missing, as if forcibly cut off, looking awkward and bizarre.

The gentle breeze brushed over the barren earth, blowing up the hems of the two people's clothes. The person holding the Cane glanced at the clear wheel ruts under their feet, and spoke indifferently:

"Just to hunt down a few helpless children, they actually mobilized two Thief Saints... I really don't know what the Silver King is thinking."

"Mm, yeah..." Bai Ye was somewhat absent-minded. "Recently, the King's mind has become harder and harder to guess."

"Stealing emotions and thoughts is your strong suit, Bai Ye. Even you can't see through the King?"

"Me? How would I dare to pry into His thoughts? Mo Lian, this joke of yours is a bit too big..." Bai Ye glanced at him.

"Is that so? You wouldn't dare?"

Mo Lian casually asked back. Bai Ye's complexion instantly became somewhat gloomy. Before Bai Ye could flare up, he pointed at the wheel ruts on the ground and said, "It seems we are almost catching up... In a while, will you make the move or will I?"

Bai Ye's heart moved slightly, but on the surface, he was still breezy and calm. He spoke seemingly casually:

"As you please."