Congealed Face
Chen Ling was very happy.
Completing three rounds of Slaughtering the Calamity; mastering soul abilities; Combat Power soaring; Wu Yi also becoming the new Poison Chief. The original hidden dangers in the Ghost Mockery Abyss had all been thoroughly swept away. He had completely taken control of the entire World-Ending territory!
Compared to him being swept out the door by the South Sea Domain not long ago, everything now felt like a dream. Before he knew it, he had grown to a terrifying extent...
If he were given a chance to return to the Human Domains right now...
No, there was no such chance anymore.
Chen Ling couldn't go back, and he didn't want to go back either. Wasn't being a free and unfettered King of Calamities in the Ghost Mockery Abyss much more comfortable than returning to the Human Domains?
He had everything here: power, authority, status, dignity... He was very happy.
This night, Wu Yi killed many Poisonous Insects that challenged it;
This night, Chen Ling drank another entire jar of Five Poison Wine.
He returned to his Underground Palace dead drunk, unable to even walk steadily, like a red-clothed male ghost silently intruding into an empty grand hall, drifting about, incredibly bizarre.
Just at this mont, Chen Ling saw his reflection on the smooth, mirror-like floor tiles...
He suddenly froze in place.
"How could this be..."
In the reflection, he was draped in that familiar Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, but his face... was still the "black-robed theatrical shadow's" face.
Chen Ling only realized until now that after the third Slaughtering the Calamity ended, although he had recovered his theatrical robe, his face had not recovered its original appearance... It was like an aftereffect left behind after he devoured the black-robed theatrical shadow.
His face seed to be congested by sothing. Even using [Formless] couldn't change it.
Pitch-black skin, scarlet pupils, blurry facial features, and even from ti to ti, red pieces of paper would peel off his face like old wall paint. He didn't look human in the slightest, like an incredibly terrifying monster.
At this mont, he no longer looked like Chen Ling, but instead fit the Calamity image of the "Calamity of Mockery" even more.
Chen Ling's fingertips gently rubbed his own cheek,
"Is this... the price of obtaining power?"
The speed at which he devoured the Calamity of Mockery's power was too fast, to the point that this body couldn't digest the entirety of the black-robed theatrical shadow. Those stubborn parts deposited on his face like toxins...
Chen Ling tried using [Painting the Vermillion Face], and it indeed had so effect. Chen Ling could feel the toxins congested on his face beginning to lt, but this process was extrely slow. If he wanted to thoroughly recover his original face, it would take at least several months.
During this period of ti, he could only live with this ferocious and terrifying Calamity's face.
After briefly frowning, Chen Ling relaxed.
It didn't matter.
He was the Calamity of Mockery now anyway. So what if he looked like a Calamity? So what if he couldn't get his original face back?
Getting along with this group of Poisonous Insects, perhaps his current face was actually more suitable and better able to integrate into the Ghost Mockery Abyss!
He carried the wine jar, forcefully chugged a mouthful into his mouth, a drunken smile curving up at the corner of his mouth again, turned his head, and continued stumbling into the darkness...
The red clothes drifted like a lone butterfly, flying on its own.
...
Hanging Jade Domain.
Violent rumbling sounds echoed from the edge of the Domain in the distance. The earth trembled, and ferocious cracks began to extend on the surface.
"Is the fighting over there that intense already?"
In the fields over ten kiloters away from the edge, Jian Changsheng looked at the visibly withered paddy fields around him, his gaze incomparably solemn.
The Calamity of Delusion's Aura from the Vain Mountains had already perated the earth through the distant battlefield. Fields this far away were affected, which was enough to prove that the war on the frontlines was already quite tragic.
Beside him, Jiang Xiaohua silently sat up from the dirt, speaking unhappily and muffledly:
"It's too noisy, I can't sleep..."
"Tsk... Clubs, when do you think they'll finish fighting?"
Jiang Xiaohua shook his head honestly,
"I don't know."
"... Forget it, asking you is useless."
Jian Changsheng looked around and muttered, "That guy Diamonds said he was going to scout the battle situation. He's been gone for half a day already, why hasn't he co back?"
"He couldn't be dead, right?" Jiang Xiaohua blinked his eyes.
"..." Jian Changsheng was sowhat speechless. "If you have the guts, say that to his face again when he cos back later."
Before Jian Changsheng finished speaking, he suddenly seed to sense sothing. He grabbed Jiang Xiaohua's arm and violently tore off the bandages on it, revealing a large patch of fair skin.
At the sa ti, a mysterious power emitted from Jiang Xiaohua's body, directly hiding both of their Auras without a trace.
In the next second,
Several streams of light flew rapidly across the sky!
These figures basically all emitted Rank 8 Auras. The person at the head looked toward the direction of the battlefield, raised his palm, and giant shadows resembling coffins began to be sketched out in the void. A massive amount of Rank 7 and Rank 8 Auras surged out from within.
"Oh, isn't this an old acquaintance?" Hiding in the fields, Jian Changsheng saw that person's face and raised an eyebrow.
"Who?"
"Did you forget? That adjudicator acting on behalf of heaven in the Wuji Domain, Rank 8 Path of the Puppeteer, the Esoteric Sect's Young Sect Leader's brother."
"Oh..." Jiang Xiaohua nodded, not knowing if he rembered or not.
After Tian Huai's figure streaked across the sky, it disappeared at the end of the battlefield. A mont later, an even more terrifying rumbling sound echoed from the distance.
At the sa ti, a sneaky figure arrived in the fields.
"Diamonds! Over here!" Jian Changsheng waved at Sun Bumian.
Sun Bumian then saw the hidden Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua and walked over quickly.
"How is it?"
"Very intense." Sun Bumian spoke solemnly. "On the Hanging Jade Domain's side, the Esoteric Sect has dispatched almost everyone. In terms of numbers, they are far inferior to the Calamities of the Vain Mountains, but they are all of the Path of the Puppeteer, and each basically controls more than one puppet, so they aren't at that much of a disadvantage...
Just now I saw Tian Huai also entered the field. He has over a hundred puppets and should be able to help the Hanging Jade Domain's side stabilize the situation faster."
"A stalemate..." Jian Changsheng was thoughtful. "Then what about the Calamity of Delusion? The Hanging Jade side doesn't have a Demigod holding the fort, they shouldn't be able to hold it down."
"That's the problem." Sun Bumian paused for a mont,
"I searched the entire battlefield and didn't find any trace of the Calamity of Delusion... It's as if it didn't participate in this war at all."
Jian Changsheng was extrely surprised. "Is it that confident? Thinking that even if it doesn't take action itself, these Calamities under its command can crush the Hanging Jade Domain? Or is it..."
"Or is it that it's wary of the Lord of Hanging Jade." Sun Bumian completed the second half of his sentence,
"I think this is a more reasonable guess. It knows that once it acts, the situation will beco a crushing defeat. Once the Hanging Jade Domain is pushed too hard, they will directly awaken the Lord of Hanging Jade... and choose mutual destruction."
"It would be afraid of the Lord of Hanging Jade?"
"Who knows..."
"Then what do we do? Continue waiting here?"
Sun Bumian pondered for a mont. "I think we can't wait passively any longer... We must take the initiative to attack!"
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