Ying Fu
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Lines of deep green characters flashed before Chen Ling's eyes. At this moment, the ăUSB Driveă was inserted into the ground in front of him, and mysterious ăMarkingsă were frantically spreading across the room.
The next moment, his consciousness began to plummet.
...
Boomââ!!!
The instant Chen Ling opened his eyes, an earth-shattering explosion rang out behind him!
Shattered stones whistled past his ears. The shockwave from the blast violently crashed into his back, sending his body flying into midair, plummeting headfirst towards the earth below...
Fortunately, the current Chen Ling had already mastered ăCloud Stepă. With a single step in the empty air, he temporarily stabilized his body. He nimbly swept past the core region of the explosion and stopped his footsteps high above a forest several hundred meters away.
Chen Ling turned his head to look, only to see malevolent ravines and cracks spreading across the earth. A ăGolden Speară was pierced into the center of these cracks, sparkling radiantly under the sunlight.
Seeing that ăGolden Speară, his previous memories from within the ăTimeline Save Fileă surged into his mind.
Before he went offline last time, that mysterious ăPath of the Sovereignă practitioner had used ăSky Wolfă to lock onto his figure. At the same time, he pulled a ăGolden Speară from the earth with one hand and threw it towards him with astonishing power... It was also exactly that spear that almost caused him to die on the ăDusk Societyă's broken-down little tractor.
"What a powerful destructive force." Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, looking at the cracked earth before him, and murmured to himself.
The good news was that, perhaps because he had gone offline halfway, the "ăSky Wolfă" lock originally attached to his body had already disappeared. Right now, he had returned to his peak condition, and there wasn't the slightest wound left on his body.
At the same time, amidst the flying dust, a figure slowly walked out from the cracked earth.
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Deep green text flashed past in the nothingness in front of him. Inky brows sharp as swords, corners of the eyes swept up like a phoenix, unconsciously exuding a sense of majesty and indifference.
"To think you're still only at the ăThird Tieră..." That person gave a cold snort.
Chen Ling's ăGreat Crimson Theatrical Robeă fluttered in the air. He gazed at that person and spoke in a deep voice:
"Who exactly are you?"
That person stopped in front of the ăGolden Speară. Hearing this question, a profound glint flashed through his eyes.
He remained silent for a long time before speaking slowly:
"ăYing Fuă... 'Ying' as in the surname, 'Fu' as in subversion."
"ăYing Fuă?"
To tell the truth, when he heard the surname "Ying", Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat. After all, a certain emperor with this surname was truly too famous... If the person in front of him was truly that ăFirst Emperoră ăYing Zhengă, Chen Ling was afraid he would instantly break apart.
Moreover, thinking about it carefully, since ăBai Qiă existed in the ăAncient Vault of the Military Pathă, it wasn't completely impossible for a ăYing Zhengă to pop out of the lost ăAncient Vault of the Imperial Pathă... Therefore, upon hearing the name "ăYing Fuă", Chen Ling still let out a deep sigh of relief.
"I've never provoked you, why do you want to kill me?"
"A single world does not need two differing ideals." ăYing Fuă spoke calmly. "The era does not need to be reversed, history can only move forward... If we want to sweep away humanity's declining trend, we must possess a bone-breaking, flesh-cutting conviction, and a fearless courage for slaughter! Only when the world is unified, gathering the power of tens of millions of people, can humanity carve out a path to survival.
...Since you of the ăDusk Societyă are unwilling to submit to me, you are naturally my enemies."
Chen Ling was stunned for a long while before he barely managed to understand ăYing Fuă's meaning...
If the ăDusk Societyă was the conservative faction whose ideal was to "ăReverse the Eraă, ăReboot the Worldă", then the ăYing Fuă before him was the absolute radical faction... He believed that history didn't need to regress. As long as the power of all humanity was assembled to complete unification, they could carve out a path to survival.
And in this process of unification, the ăDusk Societyă was the stumbling block to ăYing Fuă's ideal...
This ideal was simply too overbearing.
Chen Ling glanced at his own ăAudience Expectation Valueă and then turned his gaze back to ăYing Fuă. He didn't have time to argue with this guy here about the fate of humanity or the right and wrong of their standpoints. Once his ăExpectation Valueă dropped below 64%, it would be troublesome to try and escape later.
"Let me leave." Chen Ling, draped in the ăGreat Crimson Theatrical Robeă, spoke in a deep voice in mid-air.
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
"I will not let you leave."
ăYing Fuă's slender palm slowly gripped the ăGolden Speară in front of him. His ăDomaină expanded once again. A magnificent and overbearing palace rose from the ground out of thin air, and dense purple qi tumbled ceaselessly within his pupils!
"Since you actively returned to this era seeking death... I shall grant your wish."
Bangââ!!
As the ăGolden Speară was pulled from the earth, the surrounding mountain range trembled slightly.
Dense electric arcs coiled around the spear shaft. As the tip of the spear was raised, a wolf's eye opened in the empty air, its icy killing intent locking onto Chen Ling in mid-air from a distance!
ăWay of the Soldier Godă, ăSky Wolfă.
The instant he was locked onto by the wolf's eye, a familiar sense of powerlessness began to surge into his heart. He knew that making peace was already impossible, and his eyes narrowed slightly...
He reached into his pocket and grasped the ăHandgună he had previously taken from the military personnel. Pressing it against his own chin, a crazed look flickered in his eyes.
"I don't care if you're the ăPath of the Sovereignă or whatever else... It won't be that easy to kill me."
Whooshââ!!
ăYing Fuă forcefully whipped his palm, and the ăGolden Speară swept across the earth like a golden lightning bolt. The terrifying sonic boom uprooted the trees along its path, and the hurricane winds blew Chen Ling's clothes, making them flutter loudly!
In Chen Ling's pupils, the rapidly approaching spear tip was reflected. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger!
Bangââ!
The bullet pierced through Chen Ling's head, blood spraying in mid-air. The next moment, his body was penetrated by the ăGolden Speară, and more than half of his body was ăAnnihilationăd into powder in an instant...
Fine electric arcs roamed across the sky. Half of a blood-stained head slowly fell, a single blood-colored pupil still staring fixedly at ăYing Fuă's figure in the distance.
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Boomââ!!
Countless pieces of ăRed Paperă bloomed from the half of the head, like a grand and magnificent firework display. In an instant, it spread across the sky for a radius of several hundred meters. A terrifying ăAuraă, not the slightest bit inferior to ăYing Fuă's, erupted boomingly!
"That is..."
ăYing Fuă's brows furrowed slightly. His figure rapidly retreated in mid-air. The next moment, the blooming ăRed Paperă swept over the position where he originally stood like a tidal wave, with vague roars transmitting from within!
As the ăRed Paperă covered most of the sky, they began to converge at an astonishing speed. Just like the coiling tentacles of an octopus, they gathered together in a ball at the location of Chen Ling's corpse!
Looking from afar, a bizarre red sun made of paper was standing erect atop the vault of the sky.