Transmission of Belief
Crack——
The cup in Heart 9's hand slipped, shattering into dregs all over the floor.
As the Red Star left, the scarlet reflecting on the entire earth also gradually dissipated... He stood at the factory door, watching that rain of shattered Red Paper scattered across heaven and earth, motionless like a statue.
Red King, My Lord... died?
That omniscient, omnipotent, invincible-in-the-world Red King...
Died?
Chen Ling crashed into the Red Star, shattering into a sky full of red rain. His aura and body completely disappeared, which could be said to be leaving not even a corpse. The mbers of the Dusk Society never expected no matter what, that the final outco would actually be like this.
"Brother..."
"Brother??"
Li Wanhua keenly perceived Heart 9's anomaly. She tried tugging the hem of her brother's sleeve, but didn't get any response.
"Brother... don't scare ." Li Wanhua looked at that pale face, her words already carrying a hint of crying.
Almost at the sa ti,
A figure carrying a Drawing Board silently landed in front of the factory door.
That was a handso young man. Li Wanhua recognized him. He seed to be her brother's good friend... and also a mber of the Dusk Society.
At this ti, Eight of Clubs's face was gloomy yet calm. He looked at Heart 9 who was like a statue, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Heart 9, what are you still standing blankly here for?"
"Don't tell you plan to wail loudly, complain about heaven and bla people, and not be able to recover after this setback... You should know, even if you kneel before Red King, My Lord's grave and kowtow until your head is broken, he won't co back."
"Don't forget... we are mbers of the Dusk Society."
"We..."
"Should go fulfill our mission."
Heart 9's body trembled slightly.
Eight of Clubs's words were like a startling thunder awakening him from his muddled state. He rapidly regained his senses, and an unprecedented coldness and resolution climbed into his eyes.
"You're right... we should go." Heart 9 stepped forward.
"Brother, what are you guys going to do?"
Li Wanhua stood at the door, watching the backs of the two leaving, and asked worriedly.
Heart 9 didn't look back. He just looked at the direction the Red Star left, and calmly replied:
"Reverse the Era, Reboot the World."
...
In the whole world, those who first recovered from Chen Ling's death were not those Demigod Dukes of the State, nor the Chengtian Prefecture, Integration Faction, Fire-Stealers, and certainly not those commoners who were cheering and jumping for joy over escaping a calamity... but the mbers of the Dusk Society.
Chen Ling's death seed to have given a signal to all Dusk Society mbers. No one imrsed themselves in aningless sorrow or pain. The entire Dusk Society was like a cold machine instantly activated, beginning to operate at an astonishing efficiency!
They knew that Chen Ling couldn't be brought back to life from the dead, knew that the Red Star would eventually return, knew that this world was very likely to head towards destruction...
And the only thing they could do, was the original intention of establishing the Dusk Society:
Reverse the Era, Reboot the World.
At the sa ti, inside a certain Theater House in the Red Dust Domain.
A pair of hands directly pushed open the old main door.
Creak——
The starlight-like black skirt gently brushed in the wind.
A beautiful silhouette stood at the Theater House door. Her eyes seed to not carry any emotion, just watching inside the Theater House like this...
"Six of Hearts, Li Qingshan." Liu Qingyan spoke slowly, "Are you... ready?"
A figure wearing a cyan Theatrical Robe stood in the dimness, currently facing away from the main door. His hands were seriously adjusting his collar, as if having waited for a long ti.
"You ca faster than I imagined..." Li Qingshan looked back at her, his gaze sowhat complex, "Could it be that, from the mont he went to fight the Red Star... you were already waiting for at the door?"
"Not at the door, I was on the eaves."
"You knew he would die long ago?"
"I didn't know." Liu Qingyan paused for a mont, as if forcibly suppressing her emotions, "I just kept myself ready at all tis... to fulfill my duty as the Grey King. Once he failed, I would execute the backup plan."
Li Qingshan nodded and placed a bag of money on the table. That was the severance pay for the only young servant of his Theater House, and also his last savings.
This money bag falling ant that he would completely bid farewell to his past life. From now on, he was no longer the little Theater House boss on this street, and not even the newcor Six of Hearts who had just joined the Dusk Society...
Chen Ling's passing away, Liu Qingyan's appearance, ant that he would have a heavier identity.
In Li Qingshan's mind, that Red-Clad Perforr who sat Off Stage and had a long talk with him for hours not long ago surfaced again, a touch of complexity revealing in his eyes.
"I am ready." Li Qingshan adjusted his mindset and walked straight to the main door,
"Where... are we going next?"
Liu Qingyan took a deep breath:
"Go to..."
"The Ancient Vault of the Courtesan Path."
...
On the barren earth.
A figure draped in a British Overcoat stood silently like a sculpture.
Among the three knocked down to the earth by Chen Ling, Ying Fu imdiately headed towards the Chengtian Domain without looking back the mont he saw the Red Star knocked off its trajectory towards Earth... Lu Xun looked blankly at the direction Chen Ling disintegrated for a long ti, and ultimately also left in silence, unknown where he went.
Only Li Leider hadn't moved half a step until now. A heart-palpitating Oppressive Aura unconsciously emanated from his body, like an angry volcano suppressed to the extre.
Unknown how much ti passed, a few figures rapidly approached here.
"King...?"
Seeing Li Leider, Qing Huo imdiately wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Chi Tong reaching out his hand from the side.
"Wait..." Chi Tong felt the extrely suppressive Demigod aura around him, bursts of fine sweat beading on his forehead, "Don't go over, the King's state is a bit wrong..."
The several Thief Saints kept their distance from Li Leider from afar like this. They wanted to step forward to say sothing, but were suppressed to the point of not daring to open their mouths at all.
"What's wrong with the King? Was he stomped back to the ground by that Chen Ling... stomped into anger?" Qing Huo asked cautiously.
"...Possible."
"Then what should we do?"
"Based on my understanding of the King for so many years, when he is angry, absolutely do not appear before his eyes..." Chi Tong swallowed, "Like this, let's pretend we never ca, and retreat bit by bit... Absolutely do not disturb the King."
The several Thief Saints imdiately reached an agreent.
However, just as they began to retreat, that figure who had been standing like a sculpture all along suddenly raised his palm...
And slowly fastened that black Fedora on his head.
The next second,
His figure disappeared into thin air.
Disappearing along with him, was also that suffocating terrifying pressure.
The several Thief Saints only felt their bodies loosen. The tense strings instantly relaxed, panting heavily like having survived a disaster...
"Where did... the King go?" Mo Lian frowned and asked.
"I don't know."
Lan Yu was silent for a mont,
"However... I always feel like so big event, is about to happen."
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