I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling looked at Jiang Xiaohua, who was trying to show off at the critical moment, and was speechless for a moment.

"You really don't want to go?"

"...I'm not going." Jiang Xiaohua lowered her head and looked at her devastated body, her eyes filled with reluctance, but she seemed too embarrassed to refuse directly, "I want to take a rest and be alone."

Seeing this, Chen Ling no longer pressed for it. After all, Jiang Xiaohua had done too much along the way, and he had no reason to drag others with him to take risks.

"Okay, then you can rest here."

Jiang Xiaohua finally showed a smile, relaxed, and chose a nearby ready-made pit to lie down, as if she planned to bury herself alive again.

Just as Chen Ling was about to leave, Jiang Xiaohua's voice suddenly came from behind:

"Wait a moment."

Chen Ling looked back and saw Jiang Xiaohua taking off the royal robe and throwing it to Chen Ling as if she had remembered something.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ling asked in confusion.

"I feel uncomfortable wearing clothes in the dirt, so I'll give them back to you."

"..."

Jiang Xiaohua thought for a while and added, "And I feel... you would be more suitable wearing this."

Chen Ling glanced at the royal robe in his hand, and then at the enthronement road leading to the sky. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed, stepped up the steps, and casually raised his hand to put it on his body.

call--

The breeze blew from the end of the Enthronement Road. The gilt imperial robe seemed to be lifted up by a pair of invisible hands, and it was automatically put on the vermilion opera robe. One gold and one red piece were layered, and the hem of the robe swayed silently in the wind. .

The moment Chen Ling put it on, the emperor's aura became a little thicker, as if there were layers of halo surrounding it...

Chen Ling lowered her head and looked at her palm, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

First, Jian Changsheng's words sealed him, and then Jiang Xiaohua's yellow robe sealed him. Along the way in the Imperial Palace, Chen Ling's destiny seemed to be pushing him towards becoming the "Emperor". When Chen Ling put on the imperial robe and stepped onto the steps to ascend the throne, this unseen feeling became even stronger.

"What... is pushing me?"

Chen Ling thought for a moment, as if she had guessed something, and looked up at the void above her head.

That is above the "Flying Dragon in the Sky", which is a higher place than the places where many emperors live. There is no entity there, only the ethereal will... That is the foundation of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasure itself.

"...Is it you?" Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Why did the Daoji of the Imperial Dao Ancient Collection not help the emperors of the past dynasties, but chose to help myself who "stole" the emperor's fate?

Chen Ling thought for a long time and couldn't figure out the logic, but now that the matter was over, the reason was no longer important.

He took a deep breath and stepped on the steps to ascend the throne step by step. With every step he took, he could feel a force resonating with his imperial destiny, and the further up he went, the stronger the resonance became!

A faint imperial aura floated out from the steps, surrounding Chen Ling, like a golden mist, like the rising sun;

The actor wears a royal robe and slowly ascends to the sky.

…

"Huh?"

In the middle of the Ascension Road, among the last quasi-emperor team to set foot on the road, the last few people looked back in confusion.

"Is it my imagination? How do I feel?

"No way, we should be the last ones to climb the steps. There is no one behind us anymore..."

"Time is running out. Wu Qiong and the others should be almost at the top. Let's go up first!"

"Work harder! Go faster!!"

"..."

Everyone quickened their pace and climbed to the end of the sky. They didn't know how many steps they had climbed. Their bodies were soaked with sweat and they were reaching their limit.

As they walked higher, corpses soaked in pools of blood gradually came into view.

No one could tell which team they were from. It seemed that there were people from every team. Some of them looked ferocious, as if they had just experienced a fight; some looked desperate, as if they had given up resistance long ago; His expression was stunned, as if he had been betrayed and attacked.

The further up they go, the more people's hearts sink to the bottom... They don't know what's happening above, but there is no doubt that the teams in front have gradually given up on kindness and self, and they have gone crazy.

They carefully walked around these corpses, the soles of their feet were soaked in blood, and deep fear lingered in everyone's heart.

"After we go up there...will we be killed like this too?"

"It's so scary, they are really crazy!"

"No... I don't want to go up. I'd better go down and hide. I don't want to kill anyone."

"Anyway, we are the last one, and we still have a chance to retreat."

"Yes, then..."

puff--

Before one of them finished speaking, his chest was pierced by a sword, and blood splattered on the cheeks of the remaining people.

Everyone was stunned. They watched helplessly as the man was pierced through the heart and collapsed to the ground helplessly... Behind him, the "quasi-emperor" they were following had bloodshot eyes and held the hilt of a sword. He spoke fiercely:

"We are already the last ones. At this juncture, I will kill anyone who dares to become a temporary deserter!!"

[The emperor should remember that if the people are not united, it will be difficult to achieve anything. If there is no gain, he will use fear to win over the people.]

The followers stared blankly at the scene in front of them, feeling that this "quasi-emperor" was a bit unfamiliar, but under the pressure of the emperor's power, they did not dare to disobey, so they could only step over the corpses of their companions and climb up silently.

The quasi-emperor finally relaxed his expression after seeing this. He turned around and just walked a few steps, and then frowned again...

Boom.

Boom!

A clear vibration came from under their feet, as if a giant beast was stepping heavily on the steps below and walking towards here.

Everyone couldn't help but look back, and saw a figure wearing a theatrical robe and an imperial robe at the end of the long steps, just like the bright sun, approaching here step by step...

"That is..."

"The actor emperor?!!"

"Why did he appear again at this time?!"

Cries of surprise came from the crowd, and the faces of the followers were extremely ugly. The terrifying oppression brought by the other party in the snowy field was like a nightmare lingering in their hearts.

Fear made their bodies tremble unconsciously, and some people even couldn't climb the steps, but sat down on the ground.

The quasi-emperor, who had finally managed to stabilize the situation, saw this, his eyes widened, holding a long sword and shouting:

"What are you afraid of! Now I am also a "king"! As long as we unite, we may not be afraid of him!"

The collapsed people saw this, gritted their teeth and staggered to their feet. At the quasi-emperor's order, they picked up their weapons and aimed at Chen Ling from top to bottom, like a wall.

His voice passed through the long steps and fell into Chen Ling's ears. The latter slowly raised his eyes and looked up...