I'm not a theatre god

"The Red King is worthy of being the Red King. He left in such a cool way."

Jian Changsheng looked at the curtain disappearing in the void and couldn't help but sigh.

After the master left, under the lead-gray clouds, only Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were left. They stood at the end of the broken track, their bright red robes and black hems fluttering in the wind.

"Sometimes, I really envy you." Jian Changsheng turned his head and looked at Chen Ling.

"What are you envious of?"

"You have a backer! We are both from the [6] generation, but I am still running around in misery, while you have directly infiltrated the upper echelons and become the Red King's personal disciple... That is unrivaled in the contemporary era. Who else in the entire Twilight Society has such treatment?"

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, "...but I don't know why they chose me."

"The result is already here, does the reason still matter?" Jian Changsheng sighed, "But it is also..."

"Also what?"

"I am just a passer-by~man~A~, how dare I compare with you, the protagonist~"

Jian Changsheng rolled his eyes and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Chen Ling: ...

"I am a worthless person~ I should have been your stepping stone~~~~"

"...That's not what I said."

"You said it!"

"Don't blame me for the insults. I never thought of it that way."

"...Humph."

Jian Changsheng glanced at his clenched fist, "Don't mention it, it feels really good to punch your broken face with my fist... It's a pity that I only punched once."

Chen Ling was too lazy to argue with him, so he turned around and walked along the black railroad track to the end of the earth.

Seeing Chen Ling leave, Jian Changsheng, who was still intoxicated by the pleasure of the punch, immediately woke up and trotted along the other side of the railroad track to catch up... Two figures, one red and one black, walked side by side along both sides of the railroad track.

In this gray world, the only way to be safe is to stay with Chen Ling.

"By the way, when will that bastard Wujijun die?" Jian Changsheng looked back at the rotten wooden track behind him that extended to another direction.

"...I don't know."

Chen Ling paused for a moment, "But it shouldn't be now."

"But didn't the Judgment Delegation go there?" Jian Changsheng thought for a moment, "Now Wuji Jun is just a ball, without consciousness, unable to attack, what other variables can there be?"

Chen Ling did not answer.

He could not predict the future, so naturally he could not know in advance where the variables came from. He only knew that he had met Ying Fu in the Time Archive, and Ying Fu said that the USB flash drive he used to enter the Time Archive was a replica of Wuji Jun Lou Yu...

At present, Wuji Jun's state is definitely unable to replicate the USB flash drive, so that incident is likely to happen in the future, that is, Wuji Jun should not die in the short term, at least he survived the trial of the Judgment Delegation this time.

And the master did not let them go directly to the Wuji Realm, mostly because the master also noticed something and felt that there would be variables in the Wuji Realm, so he asked them to go to the Tianshu Realm first to avoid being affected.

"Wuji Realm...I'm afraid it's going to be a big mess."

Chen Ling spoke slowly.

...

Wuji Realm

Under the gray haze sky, dozens of figures walked on the uneven stone brick road and walked through the deserted streets.

It was only dusk at this moment, but under the cover of clouds, no light could be seen. The street lights on both sides of the road were not lit, as if they had lost power for a long time... Fortunately, the arbitration delegation was well prepared, and almost everyone had a kerosene lamp. From a distance, it looked like a stream of light flowing in this dim city.

Their eyes swept around vigilantly, but the streets were empty, with no enemies, no passers-by, and no sound, like a dead city.

"It seems that the power supply system is also broken."

An arbitration agent at the front of the queue spoke in a deep voice, "No wonder the message cannot be transmitted... No, it's hard to say whether the department responsible for transmitting the message is still there."

"But at least, everyone is still alive."

Hongxiu looked at the silent buildings in the dark. She could feel that many eyes were projected from all directions, looking at this foreign team with vigilance and curiosity.

"What happened here that made these residents so scared?"

"Besides, living in such a depressing atmosphere, won't their mental health be affected..."

"There are many Wushen Dao owners among this group of people, but they don't seem to have any bad intentions, and they shouldn't be members of the Witchcraft Association of Brand's faction."

"Didn't Brand massacre Wuji and almost kill all other factions?"

"The paths of Wushen Dao are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and there are countless factions of all sizes. How can they be killed in a few days? Most likely, they killed all the high-level ones, who would be threatening, so that they could not become powerful."

"No wonder, these people are not of high rank..."

Just as everyone was discussing, Hongxiu, who was walking in the front, slowly stopped.

"Let's stop here." Hong Xiu said calmly, "Further ahead, it should be Wuji Jun's church... We should separate here.

All the judges follow me, and the others will quickly disperse to various areas according to the division of labor before coming here, appease the emotions of the civilians in the Wuji Realm, provide logistical support, and start building the 'bridge' as soon as possible... to prevent accidents."

"Yes."

The next moment, everyone quickly dispersed from the street, and the originally gathered streams of light seemed to be scattered into stars in the sky, separating to every corner of the city...

In the end, only five figures remained standing.

They came from different realms, but they were all the top fighters in each realm. Except for Hongxiu, everyone else was carrying all kinds of strange items on their backs, which were the foundation accumulated by each realm for more than three hundred years.

Although they were all eighth-level, with the help of these foundations, they could fight against the demigods for a short time. The five of them joined forces, and they could suppress even a demigod in his prime. Otherwise, the other realms would not have sent them as judges to kill Wuji Jun.

"Let's go..." Hongxiu, wearing a black law enforcement officer windbreaker, walked straight to the towering church, and her red hair was like flames flying in the dark.

From this moment on, Hongxiu no longer hid her breath.

The pressure of the eighth level burst out from the hem of the windbreaker, and the fierceness and sharpness of the leader of [Shura] was like a hurricane, sweeping across the city in an instant, and the other four judges followed closely behind, releasing pressure at the same time!

In this dark and silent city, the aura of the five people was like the blazing sun, tearing apart the haze covering the sky, like a holy sword from the light, pointing directly to the center of the Wuji Realm!

There, a church covered in dark clouds stood silently.