I'm not a theatre god

boom--! !

On the black reef, Chen Ling's red opera robe was flying in the strong wind. His eyes were fixed on the roaring waves, and his hands in his sleeves slowly raised...

He recalled Ning Ruyu's actions just now in his mind, using his palms as gently as possible while closing his eyes, trying to capture the so-called "faith".

Belief...belief...

Chen Ling's eyes were completely dark.

The roaring waves were like beasts, rushing towards the reef. Chen Ling's skin could clearly feel the pressure brought by the splashing water drops and waves. He knew that he had to take action.

He waved his palm in the air, and the next moment, huge waves hit the rocks heavily, making a thunderous noise!

Chen Ling only felt a huge force hitting his body. He flew backwards from the reef and was swept into the seabed by the current. A sense of suffocation sealed his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the reef was full of rocks. The sea grew farther and farther above him...

Damn, it really isn't that easy.

According to what Ning Ruyu said, Chen Ling did not use any skills or mental power, and was blown away without any suspense under this wave. She could only keep swimming in the sea water, getting closer to the sea surface little by little.

At this moment, a force suddenly surged out from under him, as if an undercurrent actively wrapped around his body, pushing it to the surface of the sea little by little, without any effort on his part.

"Is this the undercurrent that Senior Brother mentioned?" Chen Ling felt a flash of surprise in her eyes as she felt her rising body.

Within ten seconds, Chen Ling's body was sent to the rocks on the sea surface. Chen Ling used the force to jump and stood firmly on the rocks.

Wet seawater slipped from Chen Ling's hair and clothes. He looked up towards the horizon and saw another wave rushing in from a distance, covering the sky and the sun.

Chen Ling finally understood why Ning Ruyu had always said that practicing [Moving the Sky with Sleeves and Hands] would be risky. On the one hand, the force of the waves was extremely strong. Without using any skills or mental strength, it would be difficult for the body to withstand the impact. The most important thing is that after being sucked into the bottom of the sea, you have to spend a lot of effort to swim back.

It's okay once or twice, but if he keeps repeating the process of being shot away, swimming back, and being shot away again, the person will become more and more tired and closer to the limit, while the waves will become stronger and stronger. In the end, he will most likely fail. Drown to death from exhaustion or be beaten to death directly.

After Ning Ruyu's modifications, the undercurrent helped Chen Ling save a lot of effort, allowing him to face the waves more calmly and use more energy to feel "faith", which will provide the best conditions for Chen Ling. All filled up!

Chen Ling stood on the rocks, took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit in her eyes was burning!

Ning Ruyu had already done this for him. If she couldn't master [Sleeve Hands to Move the Sky], how could she have the face to meet him... Chen Ling had no way out, he stared at the second oncoming wave. The waves in my sleeves raised my palms again:

"Come again!!"

…

The infinite realm.

The drizzle of light rain falls from the gray sky, flowing along the uneven stone brick road towards the sewer. As the dim yellow streetlight above the head flickers slightly, a figure in black robe appears like a ghost on the deserted road.

"The rain smells of rust and blood...and a faint smell of burnt water."

Under the black hood, a pair of dark blue eyes scanned the surroundings. It was a young man with black hair. Mysterious symbol patterns were engraved on the palms of both hands. They were hidden in the sleeves of the black robe, blowing in the wind in the cold rain.

"Two large districts, with tens of thousands of people, all evaporated overnight. This kind of large-scale alchemy can only be accomplished by the Truth Cult... Are they crazy?"

"So many people died, and the Witchcraft Association didn't take any action. The Wuji Realm is really getting more and more chaotic."

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked towards the tallest and mysterious church in the city.

Along the way, you can occasionally see passers-by, but most of them are holding umbrellas and hurriedly passing by on the road, carrying large bags of daily necessities in their hands, which are enough for half a year by visual inspection. Obviously, they do not plan to go out often.

When someone saw the black-robed figure walking under the street lamp, their expressions changed. They made a large circle with great vigilance, and then their pace became faster and faster, as if they encountered some terrifying evil ghost.

Seeing this scene, the man under the black hood frowned more and more.

As he gradually approached the church, many figures in silver armor immediately stopped him. The cold light of the sword reflected the man's dark blue pupils, and a terrifying sense of oppression emanated from these people's eyes.

"who?"

The rusty raindrops hit the surface of the iron armor covered with incantations, making a clanking sound like a wall of intertwined steel.

The man was about to say something when a voice sounded from the door of the church:

"Oh~Dulan, you are finally here!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a red robe with gold patterns. He came down the towering steps step by step. He raised his jeweled hands and said with a smile, "Invite him in quickly. This is our most talented person." The alchemist is a distinguished guest of the association, so you must not neglect him.”

"Brand, how could it be you?" The young man in black robe said solemnly, "Where is Shang Shaoquan?"

"The president of the Chamber of Commerce met with an accident a few days ago and passed away... Now, I serve as the acting president of the association." The man named Brand said with regret.

"How can this be……"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Dulan's eyes. At the same time, the steel wall blocking him also actively avoided both sides to make way for a path to the church.

He pondered in place for a long time and then walked towards the church.

"I'm really happy to hear you're back, Duran." Brand patted his shoulder enthusiastically, "We haven't seen each other for two years... no, three years? What happened in the Promise Realm? Big changes, and so has the Witchcraft Association. You will be surprised after seeing some things!”

"What's going on in those two disappeared areas? Is there someone doing large-scale human body refining? I can't contact anyone from the mysterious school, and the atmosphere on the street seems strange... What happened in the Wuji Realm? "

"Don't worry, Dulan, I will explain it to you carefully. Follow me first."

Brand turned and walked deeper into the church. His red-and-gold-patterned robes were reflected on the marble floor. His smile grew brighter, "...I'll take you to meet someone."

"who?"

"A legend who subverts the alchemy school, a great man who is about to create an eternal kingdom, a king of matter that transcends truth and logic!"

Brand pushed open a heavy door. In the luxurious and empty church space, a huge ball of mercury that looked like the moon was floating silently in the air. Dense ripples trembled on its surface, as if something was about to break. out!

"He is... Lord Wuji!!"