I'm not a theatre god

On the empty rainy street, four figures stood silently on the street, like sculptures, with only the hems of their clothes fluttering gently in the wind...

Ying Fu closed his eyes helplessly.

He had expected the fate of District 1. After all, a few days ago, the residents of District 1 heard rumors that they would refine the Philosopher's Stone again in District 1. Ah Qian's parents and the families of other children joined forces with the wizards and desperately sent them out of the Wuji Realm.

But he didn't expect that in just a few days, District 1 would really be devastated...The children they sent out were also buried in the Gray Realm, and only he and Ah Qian survived.

The two of them should be the last survivors of District 1.

Chen Ling glanced at the Silver King coldly, and was not surprised by the miserable situation in the house...

He was a person who had personally experienced the disaster in the Red Dust Realm. If it weren't for the Red Dust Lord and Yao Qing's actions, the entire Red Dust would have been refined into the Philosopher's Stone. Perhaps it was because Wuji Jun suffered a heavy blow in the mortal world and there was no place to refine the Philosopher's Stone to entrust his soul, so he could only choose the first district nearby as a sacrifice.

It is said that rabbits do not eat grass near their nests. The fewer people in the Wuji Realm, the less productivity there is. It seems that this time, Wuji Jun has been pushed to the limit.

"If we had known that District 1 was your majesty's hometown, we would have changed another district as our target." The Silver King helplessly spread his hands,

"But there is really no way. Without the Philosopher's Stone, Lou Yu can't resume his actions... But this should be the last time I allow him to sacrifice the residents of the Wuji Realm. After that, if he wants more Philosopher's Stone, he can only find a way himself."

Ying Fu didn't care about the Silver King's explanation at this time. His eyes were fixed on the petite figure standing in front of the door...

Ah Qian looked at the miserable situation in the house, her body trembling wildly, she staggered back, as if she was in a nightmare, her face extremely pale.

Just as she was about to collapse and scream, a sigh came from behind her, and Ying Fu's palm gently patted her head.

Ah Qian groaned, fainted on the spot and fell into Ying Fu's arms.

"Poor child." The face of the Silver King showed apology, "There are people in the church who specialize in making cakes. Maybe eating a few more apple cakes will make her happy... Of course, Portuguese egg tarts taste good too."

Although his expression was very apologetic, his tone was casual and peaceful. He didn't seem to be expressing apology, but rather recommended the desserts and delicacies of his home to Ying Fu and Chen Ling. Especially when he mentioned apple cake, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.

"...Really." Ying Fu picked up the unconscious Ah Qian and replied expressionlessly, "I have to thank you."

"You're welcome."

The Silver King smiled elegantly.

The three continued to move forward. Along the way, they often saw charred figures, falling around the streets in a mess, dragging long marks on the ground, exactly the same as the way Ah Qian's parents died in the house.

What was strange was that there were no signs of fire in the surrounding buildings and streets, as if the flames came out of the human body, burned the person to death, and then disappeared without a trace... Was it some kind of large-scale witchcraft?

As Chen Ling was thinking, the voice of the Silver King sounded again:

"We're here."

Chen Ling and Ying Fu looked up at the same time, and the outline of a huge church shrouded in shadows was looming in the mist... There was no one guarding the outside of the church, and nothing related to the usurper of fire was seen, as if it was just an abandoned church that was not often visited by people...

Is this the Silver King's base camp in the Wuji Realm?

The three of them stepped onto the heavy stone steps and stopped in front of the church door. The floor-to-ceiling glazed windows of the church emitted a hazy glow, like a dream.

But this light did not bring Chen Ling any sense of security, but instead made him feel an inexplicable chill, as if some dangerous beast was living in this church.

The Silver King snapped his fingers lightly, and the door of the church slowly opened...

A grand and artistic corridor appeared in front of Chen Ling.

The magnificent corridor extended to the end, and the complicated murals on both sides and the top of the head were engraved with traces of time and history, which made people dazzled at a glance. Anyone who came here for the first time would probably be shocked by the scene in front of them...In Chen Ling's cognition, the only thing that could be compared with this place was the palace of Fu Sheng Hui.

Chen Ling's expression was a little strange. He looked at the plain facade of the church again. It felt like an ordinary church shell was stuffed with an entire Louvre!

What kind of clean government church is the Silver King...

Chen Ling and Ying Fu stepped into the corridor one after another, walked into the depths of the church, and after pushing open another door, a figure appeared in Chen Ling's vision.

It was a man in a black robe, with complex alchemical patterns engraved on his robe, emitting a faint glow. He stood in the middle of the church bench, with a floating mercury moon above his head.

As if he had noticed the arrival of Chen Ling and others, the man tilted his head slightly, and a familiar face came into view.

Wuji Jun, Lou Yu.

Today's Lou Yu is completely different from the Lou Yu who invaded the mortal world. Not only did the gown that symbolized science change into a black alchemical robe full of mysterious atmosphere, but there was only one Philosopher's Stone left on his forehead, and his expression was visibly tired.

"How does it feel to regain your body?" The voice of the Silver King sounded slowly.

Lou Yu stared at him intently, and his palm under the robe suddenly clenched into a fist, and then reluctantly let go...

"... Generally, only one Philosopher's Stone can't carry too much power."

"The Philosopher's Stone refined in the first area only gives you a body first. If you want more Philosopher's Stone, you can only go to other realms to refine it... In the Wuji Realm, you can no longer move. "

"This realm should be mine."

"It was indeed yours once." The Silver King smiled, "But now, it is our common Wuji... isn't it?"

Lou Yu did not answer. He glanced at the three people in front of him. When he saw Chen Ling, his eyes narrowed slightly... Then he turned his eyes to Ying Fu and A Qian and asked in a deep voice:

"who are they?"

"I'm about to introduce you." The King of Silver reached out to Ying Fu, "This is the [Emperor] of this era, Ying Fu... Oh, Ying is Ying Zheng's Ying."

Then, he stretched out his hand to Chen Ling, "You should have seen this person in the world of mortals, the fusion of world-destroying disasters, a great weapon that can sweep across the human world and the gray world of disasters... Chen Lingchen gentlemen."

Ying Zheng’s Ying?

After hearing these four words, Lou Yu's eyes when he looked at Ying Fu suddenly changed. He felt like a character in a history book appeared in reality.

As for Chen Ling, Lou Yu didn't need his introduction at all.

Lou Yu, Chen Ling, and Ying Fu looked at each other, and the air fell into silence again.

The King of Silver, Wuji Jun Lou Yu, [Emperor] Ying Fan, Destroyer Chen Ling... the four of them just stood together like this, no one spoke, and a strange atmosphere filled the air.