Chapter 892: Domain Reappears

Domain Reappears

Jian Changsheng was very satisfied.

Ever since he was killed by Chen Ling with a single shot in the Ancient Vault of the Military Path, he had always kept this grudge in his heart. Although many things happened later that continuously improved his relationship with Chen Ling, he couldn't forget the grudge of that shot...

Saving Chen Ling is one thing, taking revenge is another. In this regard, Jian Changsheng could be considered to have a clear distinction between gratitude and grudges.

Chen Ling's head gradually repaired itself. His complex gaze fell on Jian Changsheng, containing emotion, speechlessness, astonishment, and anger...

Bad news, he was headshotted by Jian Changsheng;

Good news, this was just a memory of the past. Dying here wouldn't really affect his physical body in the outside world, and in this segment of memory, Chen Ling truly had two lives, so it wouldn't release the Calamity of Mockery.

Bang——

As Chen Ling exerted a slight amount of force, those bone cages shattered with a rumble. A red-clad figure fell back onto the snow, floating silently towards Jian Changsheng.

He watched the red-clad demon walking slowly towards him, and silently swallowed his saliva.

Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua tacitly took a few steps back, drawing a clear line with Jian Changsheng, looking like it had nothing to do with them.

"Um... Hearts, I really didn't do it on purpose just now..."

"I originally wanted to use that shot to help you shatter the bones..."

"Really, really!!"

As the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe got closer, Jian Changsheng became increasingly panicked in his heart. With every step back, sparse fresh blood spilled on the snow. He stood in combat readiness, prepared to take a beating.

Chen Ling glanced at the bright red spreading on the ground, and the blood-stained pendant in Jian Changsheng's hand, his eyes flickering slightly...

He was silent for a long time. The raised palm didn't strike Jian Changsheng, but instead rested lightly on his shoulder, and calmly walked past him:

"This time, thank you."

Jian Changsheng froze in place.

Simple four words, yet seemed to contain a lot.

Chen Ling's gaze swept over Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua, ultimately looking at this Courtyard littered with corpses... This Curse of Jiang Xiaohua was very wonderful, it seemed able to create a new possibility within the memories. The Courtyard in Chen Ling's original memory was complete despair and pain, and ultimately he only got through it relying on Chen Yan...

But now, an additional segment of memory appeared in Chen Ling's mind. It was so real, like a carriage running parallel to the original direction, allowing the storyline to have a new possibility here.

This segment of memory was brought to him by Jian Changsheng's group of three.

"Uh... you're welcome?" Jian Changsheng didn't expect Chen Ling to actually let him off just like this, and instantly felt somewhat awkward, tentatively replying with a sentence.

Chen Ling didn't tangle further on this matter, but turned his head to look at Jiang Xiaohua. He was the key to connecting all this.

"Jiang Xiaohua, how is it outside?"

"My Curse is about to disappear... It's time for you guys to go back." Jiang Xiaohua spoke muffledly, "The situation outside is not very good."

"The Thief Saint, huh..."

Sun Bumian sighed helplessly. "I really don't want to go out and face it... What if the memories we finally managed to recover get stolen again?"

"In his eyes, we should have already completely forgotten everything, without any ability to threaten him." Chen Ling pondered as he spoke,

"This is our chance... The one and only chance."

Before Chen Ling's voice fell, the surrounding world gradually shattered. They had all recovered each other's memories and began floating towards reality...

Just like three revolvers turning their cylinders, ready to fire.

"What if we don't seize it?" Jian Changsheng was truly afraid of being unlucky, and couldn't help but ask.

"I can no longer save you guys a second time." Jiang Xiaohua shook his head. "If you don't seize it, everything is over..."

"Either die, or become the Thief Saint's toy, you choose."

"... I choose neither."

In the blurry light and shadow, the figures of the four gradually drifted in different directions, about to return to their respective bodies. They looked at each other,

"Everyone, wish us good luck."

The voice of the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe disappeared into the world.

...

Ancient Vault of the Imperial Path.

Amidst the vast wind and snow, a red line was slowly outlined on Jiang Xiaohua's body. Then his entire person was cut open from the middle, and warm fresh blood spurted, splashing onto the three people in the snow.

There was no pain or sorrow on Jiang Xiaohua's face. He was like a numb zombie, slowly falling downwards...

His eyes swept over the three people beneath him, murmuring to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"I leave it to you..."

A figure wearing a Bowler Hat stood ghostly behind him.

"Rats fleeing in panic cannot escape the palm of my hand."

Mo Lian indifferently looked down at the scarlet bloody ground in front of him. Jiang Xiaohua, who was split in two, had completely lost his vitality. Surging fresh blood accumulated into a pool of blood, connecting the three people lying side by side in the snow...

Mo Lian had no interest in this Path of the Witch God. His target was only Chen Ling.

Just as he was about to step forward,

The eyelashes of the three people covered in Jiang Xiaohua's fresh blood trembled slightly, and they opened their eyes simultaneously!

The moment Chen Ling woke up, he felt something pressing on his body. The three of them looked simultaneously, and saw that Jiang Xiaohua, who was split in two halves, had already lost his vitality.

Their pupils abruptly contracted.

"Jiang Xiaohua!!" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened!

At the same time, Mo Lian also didn't expect that they could actually wake up simultaneously, and was stunned for a moment.

Before he could make a move, Chen Ling spoke without hesitation. Using all the strength in his body, an explosive sound echoed amidst the wind and snow:

"[Cut]——!!!"

In an instant, the world stagnated!

The flying wind and snow froze in mid-air. Mo Lian still retained an expression of surprise on his face. With Chen Ling's shout of "Cut", the color tone of the world dimmed slightly, like an old movie being paused.

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly stood up from the pool of blood...

"Phew..."

Scorching air drifted from the corners of Chen Ling's mouth, condensing into mist in the cold.

Although it was quite difficult for the current Chen Ling to control this Domain, he knew the severity of this incident. Therefore, the moment he woke up, he simply had no time to confirm the surrounding situation, and activated the Domain without hesitation...

Facts proved that Chen Ling's choice was correct.

His Domain was faster than anyone else. Even Mo Lian didn't have time to react before he became a member of the Performance.

The current Chen Ling finally had the chance to look around.

Beside Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng reacted the fastest, and was already curled up and crawling in the snow, like a spring full of explosive power, about to flash in front of Mo Lian in the next moment; Sun Bumian didn't choose to get up first, but was frozen in the action of raising his hand, seemingly about to directly open his Domain.

In the pool of blood beside the two, the two halves of Jiang Xiaohua lay there silently, his numb pupils staring blankly at the sky.