I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

The Crimson Sky Sect, the Shadow Centipede, Xiao Tao... Everything that was originally in sight disappeared without a trace, replaced by a familiar dark sky and an isolated island forest rustling in the storm...

At this time, Chen Ling was standing on a hill. His eyes slowly swept around and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Chen Ling was not unfamiliar with this place. He had dreamed of coming here before in the mother tree of the fusion school. However, everything before his eyes was more real than the dream at that time.

"Si Zai...it turns out to be you." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

Chen Ling had always found it strange that the Fusion Sect had been developing peacefully in the Gray Realm for so long, but why did something unexpected happen when he arrived? The mysterious thread on the mother tree, the Fusion Sect members who disappeared at night, how did they suddenly travel so far across the Gray Realm alone and come to this remote branch of the Crimson Sky Sect...

You know, the Jiangtian Sect did not take the initiative to attack the Fusion Sect. They even avoided the Fusion Sect. The time when Xiaotao and others suddenly arrived happened to be close to the time of the sacrifice.

This is really too much of a coincidence, as if there is a hand behind the scenes arranging everything.

"You used Xiao Tao and the others to lure me here, and used me to get rid of the Jiangtian Sect, and then used their brains to summon me out... You went through so much trouble just to get me to come here to see you?"

Chen Ling had figured out the cause and effect. It was probably inconvenient for Si Zai to leave Storm Island, and he couldn't communicate with him in his dreams. So he could only use the summoning power of Jiang Tian Sect to drag his consciousness here...

What exactly does it want to do?

The howling wind surged across the isolated island, blowing the dense jungle below into waves. Amid the endless rustling sound, Chen Ling's body instantly disappeared like a fleeting thought...

In a flash, he had crossed most of the island, and when he came to his senses, a jungle path was already under his feet.

Tall and dense trees swayed on both sides of Chen Ling. The only sound in the dead silence was the wind. Chen Ling looked up and saw a building that looked like a medieval castle standing at the end of the winding path, like a prince's residence lost in a fairy tale.

Chen Ling's brows furrowed more and more. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward along the path.

The scarlet robe moved forward in the dark forest. The storm blew Chen Ling's hair into a flutter. When Chen Ling finally arrived in front of the gate of the ancient castle, a low creaking sound was heard, as if the owner of the castle was welcoming the guests...

hum-

The ancient gate slowly opened, but no light shone through it.

There is no gate, no rooms, no stairs, no lights... The castle before us is like a hollowed-out shell. It has a gorgeous appearance, but the interior is empty and dim, as if it is home to some mysterious abyss-like existence.

Chen Ling was not frightened by the scene before him, but calmly walked into the mysterious castle.

"I am coming."

Chen Ling looked towards the deepest part of the castle, where a pair of empty eyes slowly opened.

"What's the matter with you looking for me?"

The hollow eyes just stared at Chen Ling. Deep in the eyes, chaotic lines like a storm were constantly stirring, making people feel as if they were trapped in it after just one glance...

After a moment, a strange murmur sounded in Chen Ling's ears:

"……go back……"

"Go back?" Chen Ling raised his eyebrows. "Where should I go back to?"

The overlapping voices echoed in Chen Ling's ears. It seemed that what Si Zai said was not human language, but Chen Ling could understand most of it.

"Go back... go back to the Ghostly Abyss..."

"Others...go back...prepare...for war..."

"It...is back..."

"If you don't leave... you will die... occupy... the blue world... the only... way to survive..."

"we need you……"

Chen Ling frowned more and more.

Does it want itself to return to the Ghostly Abyss?

It went to so much trouble to contact me just to convey this message?

Chen Ling's brain was spinning rapidly, and he kept recalling all the words he had just thought of... war, blue world, the only way to survive... and...

"it"?

What is “it”? Why is the annihilation of the world so terrifying?

As the strange whispering became more intense, the chaotic lines in the empty pupils suddenly became violently disturbed!

A thought shot out from the pupil and went straight into Chen Ling's mind. An unprecedented pain filled Chen Ling's head, causing him to roar involuntarily. He bent down in pain, his face horrible!

A series of incomplete images flashed before Chen Ling's eyes, as if they were forced in!

Red meteors streaked across the sky;

Like God's zipper, it cuts the sky apart bit by bit, and endless grayness pours down from the void, corroding the world and turning it into wasteland;

Countless strange disasters fled frantically, and as the red star fell, it shattered the earth. Visible red waves swept across the surface of the planet, and the earth collapsed madly towards the core;

The red star did not stop. After it sank into the earth, it seemed to travel to another world. The material world collapsed around it, and even time was sucked into the vortex, annihilating towards the singularity in the center that was like a candle flame...

"vomit--"

Just a few scenes were like a few heavy blows to Chen Ling's mind. His consciousness could no longer support him to watch further and he began to dry heave in pain.

Chen Ling raised his head with difficulty and looked into the empty eyes of Si Zai. Just when he was about to ask something more, everything around him began to fade and dissipate. Some of the Si Zai power attracted by the Jiangtian Sect seemed to be on the verge of reaching its limit.

“Go back… go back… go back… go back…”

Simple and repetitive words kept ringing in Chen Ling's mind. Chen Ling suddenly felt that his consciousness was being pulled away from the Storm Island and falling downwards at a high speed.

Surrounded by many shadow centipedes,

The storm around Chen Ling suddenly dissipated, he suddenly opened his eyes, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the big centipede next to him immediately bent down so that its body could just support Chen Ling. The other centipedes with a faint scarlet glow on their bodies also gathered around him worriedly.

"call……"

Chen Ling held the centipede's legs, breathing heavily, and it took a long time for him to recover.

"Xiaotao, Miaomiao, Linglong! Are you awake?!"

Almost at the same time, Xiaobai's surprised voice rang out.

Chen Ling turned her head and saw that Xiao Tao and the others had woken up from their coma. They looked around blankly, as if they had no idea what was going on.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and stood up again in her costume.

For some reason, he had a strong, ominous premonition in his heart... as if some huge change was about to happen.