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Chapter 1465: The World Is About to Fall

**Author:** Sanyin Yinyu**Word Count:** 1423

Chen Ling’s gaze shifted from confusion to shock, ultimately settling into an indescribable complexity.

His hand trembled slightly as he moved it away from the bookshelves.

“No wonder…”“No wonder… you said that back then.”

Chen Ling closed his eyes and composed himself beneath the bookshelves for a while before opening them again. His gaze fell upon the center of the four bookshelves, where a single disc stood isolated on the ground.

Chen Ling bent down and picked it up.

— *The Secret Life of Walter Mitty* (USA), Ben Stiller, 2013.

Chen Ling’s fingertips lightly brushed the disc’s surface. As if realizing something, a thought sparked, and the disc opened in his hand!

Lush green grasslands spread out beneath his feet, and a fragrant breeze brushed against Chen Ling’s face…

Swoosh—

A bird flapped its wings and soared overhead. In its wake, colorful flags strung together on long ropes fluttered above houses, and distant rolling mountains appeared dreamlike, grand and magnificent…

All of this felt incredibly familiar, instantly pulling Chen Ling’s thoughts back to the past, to the most peaceful and carefree time of his life.

Chen Ling’s gaze swept across the buildings, finally landing on the one directly in front of him.

It was the most exquisitely decorated building.

At its entrance,a handwritten sign stood silently.The handwriting on the sign was somewhat clumsy, yet it carried a hint of mischief, as if one could vaguely see a figure with a mischievous smile meticulously writing the small words:

—The House of Old Six.

White clouds drifted like carefree sheep beneath the azure sky.On the boundless grassland, hot tears silently blurred into the soil…

Liu Qingyan waited outside for a long time.

Twilight descended as the light faded, and the seemingly cold black-and-white sun gradually sank into the land of the Gray Realm. Only then did ripples spread once more through the void behind Ugly Peak…

A figure cloaked in a theatrical robe slowly emerged.

Liu Qingyan quickly walked forward, about to speak, when she suddenly froze. Chen Ling’s eyes, like those of the Clown, were red and swollen.

Liu Qingyan didn't know what Chen Ling had been doing for so long in the Ancient Treasury of Drama, nor did she ask. She only knew that since he had emerged, he must have processed his emotions… or buried them deep within his heart.

“Eeyah…”

Just then, a faint sound came from nearby.

Chen Ling turned to look, seeing the Clown, with swollen eyes, groggily sitting up from a stone. As if sensing Liu Qingyan's presence as an uninvited guest, his Level Eight aura erupted!

But the next second, he saw Chen Ling beside Liu Qingyan, and his murderous eyes immediately filled with surprise!

He leaped from the stone and flew straight into Chen Ling's arms!

Chen Ling's physical strength had long surpassed his past capabilities. He easily caught the airborne Clown, and their two pairs of red eyes met, as if each saw the other's deepest emotions…

Chen Ling and the Clown exchanged a knowing smile.

No words were needed,no lamentations necessary.With just a glance, the two fellow disciples understood each other's thoughts.

Everything… was unspoken.

“Fifth Senior Brother, long time no see.” Chen Ling’s palm gently stroked the Clown’s head, his voice softer than ever before.

“Eeyah!”

The Clown seemed to remember something, wiping away snot and tears with a swipe, casually smearing them onto Chen Ling’s theatrical robe. Then he hopped to the ground and tugged Chen Ling’s hand in a certain direction.

Chen Ling was thus led by the Clown to an open space in front of the house, where a scattering of stones lay haphazardly.

“Eeyah eeyah!” the Clown said, pointing at the stones.

“You want me to play stone-tossing with you?”

“Eeyah!”

Chen Ling didn't refuse. He simply sat down opposite the Clown. The Clown, perhaps not wanting to take advantage of Chen Ling, thoughtfully handed him all the stones, letting him decide how many to take and how to play.

Chen Ling looked at the handful of stones in his hand, paused for a moment, then selected five, placing them one by one on the ground.

At the same time,Chen Ling silently recited five names in his mind.

Qi Muyun,Chu Changqing,Su Zhiwei,Lou Yu,and… Wu Tongyuan.

“These five, then,” Chen Ling said slowly. “Whoever collects these five stones first wins.”

“Eeyah—!”

The Clown pumped his fist.

Time ticked by,the black-and-white sun gradually sank into the earth.Liu Qingyan didn't understand the game between the two, so she waited quietly nearby, her black dress fluttering in the wind.

Rumble—

A series of rumbling sounds came from the distance. Liu Qingyan turned her head, puzzled.

At the edge of the Gray Realm's horizon, a vast expanse of dark shadows, carrying monstrous sandstorms, was approaching…

“…Calamity?” Liu Qingyan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yes, Calamity.

The Centipede, Toad, Scorpion, Venomous Snake, and Gecko—the Five Great Poisonous Leaders—were currently surging at the forefront, their powerful Level Eight auras churning between heaven and earth. Behind them, an endless tide of venomous creatures surged relentlessly forward!

They ran, they hissed, they came to seek their King.

Yet Chen Ling seemed oblivious, still playing the stone-tossing game with the Clown… You win, I lose; I lose, you win—an ongoing back-and-forth.

The Calamities of the Ghost Mocking Abyss surrounded the Ancient Treasury of Drama. They seemed to realize their Great King was busy, so after the Centipede hissed, all the venomous creatures quieted, forming a silent black sea in the dim night.

Chen Ling glanced at the sky, slowly rose from the ground, and dusted off his robe.

“Eeyah?” The Clown tilted his head.

“Hmm, let's play again next time…” Chen Ling paused. “I have important things to do.”

Seeing this, the Clown didn't try to stop him, merely thumped his chest firmly and gave a thumbs-up.

“Don't worry, Senior Brother, if I encounter any trouble I can't solve, I'll definitely ask for your help.” Chen Ling understood his meaning and smiled slightly.

The Clown grinned.

Chen Ling turned and walked into the darkness.

Behind him was the Ancient Treasury of Drama, protected by Ugly Peak;in front of him was the Ghost Mocking Abyss, gathered in wild revelry…

Chen Ling’s fingertips gently pulled out the JOKER card from his pocket, the one symbolizing the Red King of the Twilight Society. His red earring swayed in the wind.

He was the master of the Ancient Treasury of Drama, the sovereign of the Ghost Mocking Abyss, the Red King of the Twilight Society… While the human realms were still in disarray and overwhelmed, they failed to notice that three colossal organizations were, at this very moment, converging upon a single figure…

And the power that figure now wielded was enough to shake all human realms.

“Your Majesty, Red King, where are we going now?”Liu Qingyan asked softly.

His theatrical robe flapped loudly in the cold wind, and Chen Ling's gaze swept across the distant human realms, like a hunter in the darkness…

He spoke slowly, enunciating each word:“Reverse the era;Restart the world.”

Volume Four, *The Mocking Song*, concluded.Next volume, *The World-Ending Melody*.

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