I'm not a theatre god

"Too slow..." Brand, in the center of the alchemy formation, frowned slightly.

Since just now, the collection speed of souls has been slowing down, and the last tens of thousands of souls have not been fully returned yet... But Brand can probably guess the reason. The previous explosive growth of souls was because The war had just begun, especially in towns where residents had no time to escape and died on a large scale.

Now, almost all the refugees have run into the main city and been hidden, and the large troops have never been able to break into the defense line, causing the soul collection progress to become slower and slower.

Brand looked under the clouds, saw the chaotic battlefield beside the city wall, and the large number of disasters passing through it, and suddenly froze on the spot...

"This is……"

boom--! ! !

An explosion broke Brand's thoughts.

He suddenly looked up and saw that the huge embroidery pattern surging above the sky was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dense embroidery silk turned into grains of sand, like the desert flying in the wind!

A blood-stained figure flew out from the collapsed embroidery, followed closely by a man dressed in white.

"It seems that your body has reached its limit."

Mr. Wuji spoke calmly.

He raised his hand and waved, and the sand grains flying in the sky were immediately transformed into small metal-like balls. As they danced wildly in the wind, a large amount of electric charge attached to them.

The lightning surging between the clouds was attracted by this silver storm, and all moved around and clung to it, like a huge rotating thunder tornado!

A thunderstorm was brewing behind Mr. Wuji. As he pointed out, thick thunderbolts rushed like giant dragons and struck Yao Qing's blood-stained body!

Kakaka——

Several lightning strikes overwhelmed Yao Qing and knocked him down from the air to the ground, sending billowing dust into the sky.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Scarlet blood gushed out from Yao Qing's mouth and splashed on the ground in large swaths. If Chen Ling were here, he would be able to see how much the current Yao Qing resembles the once dying Aurora Lord Yang Xiao.

Yao Qing has been out of the dormant cabin for too long, and his body has begun to irreversibly perish...

"Have you reached your limit..."

Yao Qing looked at his hands covered with blood and muttered to himself.

He was silent for a moment, his weak hands clenched again, and the extremely fine embroidery threads swam crazily in his blood vessels, repairing the aging damage of his organs as much as possible and delaying time.

At that time, Aurora Jun left the dormant cabin and could not survive for more than three hours. If it were not for the human body embroidery, Yao Qing would not be able to persist until now... However, no matter how strong the human body embroidery was, it could not reverse his fate.

"It's still a little bit close, just a little bit close at the end...it's almost done." Yao Qing turned his head and looked in the direction of Liu Zhen.

Boom——!

Wujijun fell from the sky like a superman and smashed into the ground in front of Yao Qing.

The white scientific research robe walked out of the dust. As Lord Wuji walked, the ground under his feet gradually decomposed and turned into a long sword glowing with silver light, hanging in the air, like a forest of sword rain.

"Do you have any last words?"

Yao Qing felt the terrifying pressure emanating from Lord Wuji, his face became paler and strands of blood seeped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, but his back did not bend at all, but was as straight as a gun.

"It's too early to discuss last words now." Yao Qing replied hoarsely.

"It's not early, because you have already lost."

Mr. Wuji paused for a moment, then calmly said:

"Objectively speaking... you did not lose to me, but to the years."

Yao Qing's brows rose slightly.

"But even if you return to your peak, you will not be my opponent." Mr. Wuji added.

"It's really hard to say who is the winner at the peak...but you are wrong about one thing."

"Where is wrong?"

"I have not lost to time."

Lord Wuji looked at Yao Qing's old body, the dripping blood vomited out from under him, and the gradually disappearing vitality, and shook his head.

"You lost."

"On this battlefield, I was indeed defeated..."

The corners of Yao Qing's mouth rose slightly, as if he had sensed something. His turbid eyes flashed with unprecedented joy, like a bright red flower blooming in the withered ice field.

"But on another battlefield, I was not defeated."

…

Willow Town.

"The Chief's domain has been penetrated."

Bai Ye was lying on the ground in the yard, raising the brim of his peaked cap and staring at the sky in the distance. "It seems that the victory of the battle in the realm has been decided... What a pity."

"Tidy up, it's time for us to get to work." Plum Blossom J said calmly.

Jian Changsheng, Chu Muyun, and Diamond 10 slowly stood up from the ground and were about to change into funeral clothes. Then Diamond 10 seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke:

"So, no one from the top management came this time? What about the Requiem Ballad?"

"Not coming?" Bai Ye pointed to the four [K] cards still stuck on the ground, "Then what are these?"

"All four of them are here? But if that's the case, why haven't they shown up yet?"

"What the higher-ups think...how do I know?"

"..."

Diamond 10 shook his head. Just as he was about to leave, a strange aura suddenly spread in the void.

At the same time, Bai Ye and Meihua J's pupils shrank slightly, and they suddenly stood up from the ground, their expressions extremely solemn...

"This is……"

next moment,

The whole Liu Town trembled violently,

Outside the courtyard, among the withered willow trees and flowers, strands of fine embroidery silk soared into the sky, emitting a faint light in the air... a demigod-level breath came to the face.

Since everyone entered Liu Town, they have sensed the existence of those fine embroidery silks. Those were the back-up plans that Yao Qing had hidden when Liu Town was born. At this moment, for some reason, they were all activated, as if they had their own thoughts and rushed towards the center of Liu Town at a high speed!

"Paint! Paint!"

Then, Xiao Jian exclaimed, and the scroll hidden in his arms automatically floated up. The millions of embroidery silks that outlined the figure of Hongchen Jun were trembling like cheers and joy at this moment, and flew into the sky like lightning! !

Thousands of silk threads were intertwined under everyone's eyes. Under the pressure of the demigod, no one dared to act rashly. They could only watch the painting flying under the wrapping of many silk threads and finally falling somewhere.

The air fell into a dead silence.

...

Su's house.

In the quiet house full of embroidered silk, a beautiful figure was lying in the middle of the petals. She was breathing steadily, dressed neatly, and her hands were gently placed on her abdomen, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

The years seemed to have weakened her body. Even after three hundred years, her long black hair was still full of vitality, and her face was still cold and beautiful, like a beautiful and timeless painting.

At this moment, the outline of a painting suddenly appeared in the void above her head... Like a passage connecting to the outside world, when it opened, thousands of fine embroidered silks rushed out from it!

The eyelashes of the beautiful figure trembled slightly.