I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling was speechless for a moment as she looked at Jiang Xiaohua who was trying to give up at the critical moment.

"You really don't want to go?"

"...I won't go." Jiang Xiaohua looked down at her bruised body, her eyes full of reluctance, but she seemed too embarrassed to refuse directly, "I want to rest for a while, to be alone."

Seeing this, Chen Ling stopped forcing her. After all, Jiang Xiaohua had already done so much along the way, and there was no reason for him to drag her into taking risks.

"Okay, then you can rest here."

Jiang Xiaohua finally smiled, and her whole body relaxed. She chose a ready-made earth pit nearby and lay down, as if she was planning to bury herself alive again.

Chen Ling was about to leave when Jiang Xiaohua's voice suddenly came from behind her:

"Wait a moment."

Chen Ling looked back and saw Jiang Xiaohua seemed to remember something. She took off her imperial robe and threw it to Chen Ling.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ling asked puzzledly.

"It's uncomfortable to wear clothes in the dirt, so I'll give it back to you."

"..."

Jiang Xiaohua thought for a moment and added, "And I feel... this will be more suitable for you."

Chen Ling glanced at the imperial robe in his hand, then at the road to the throne that led to the sky. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed, stepped onto the steps, and casually raised his hand to put it on.

call--

A breeze blew in from the end of the road to the throne. The gilded imperial robe seemed to be lifted up by invisible hands and automatically put on the outside of the vermilion stage robe. The two pieces, one gold and one red, were layered, and the hems swayed silently in the wind.

When Chen Ling put it on, the imperial aura in her became even stronger, as if she was surrounded by layers of halos...

Chen Ling looked down at his own hands, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

First, Jian Changsheng gave him the title, and then Jiang Xiaohua wore the yellow robe. As Chen Ling walked through the Imperial Dao Ancient Tibetan, fate seemed to be pushing him towards becoming the "emperor". When Chen Ling put on the imperial robe and stepped onto the steps to the throne, this mysterious feeling became stronger.

"What is... driving me?"

Chen Ling thought for a moment, as if he had guessed something, and looked up at the nothingness above his head.

That is above the "Flying Dragon in the Sky", a place higher than the place where the remnants of many emperors reside. There is no entity there, only illusory will... That is the basic body of the Emperor's Dao Guzang.

"...It's you?" Chen Ling murmured to himself.

Why didn't the Taoist master, Emperor Dao Gu Zang, help the regretful emperors of past dynasties, but chose to help himself who had "stolen" the emperor's destiny?

Chen Ling thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out the logic behind it. But now that things have come to this, the reason is no longer important.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the steps to the throne one step at a time. With every step he took, he could feel a force resonating with his imperial destiny. The higher he went, the stronger the resonance became!

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

The actor, dressed in the imperial robe, slowly ascended to the sky.

……

"what?"

In the middle of the road to the throne, among the last group of quasi-emperor who set foot on the road, the last few people looked back in confusion.

"Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like the steps below are shaking?"

"No way, we should be the last group to climb the stairs. There should be no one behind us..."

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

"Try harder! Go faster!!"

"..."

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

As they went higher, corpses soaked in pools of blood gradually came into their sight.

The crowd could no longer tell which team they were from. It seemed that there were people from every team. Some of them had ferocious faces, as if they had just been through a fight; some had desperate expressions, as if they had given up resistance long ago; some had stunned expressions, as if they had suffered betrayal and attack.

The further they went up, the more their hearts sank... They didn't know what was happening up there, but there was no doubt that the teams ahead had gradually given up on mercy and selflessness, and they had gone crazy killing people.

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

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

"How terrible! 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 ones, and we still have a chance to retreat."

"Yes, then..."

puff--

Before one of them could finish his words, his chest was pierced by a sword, and blood splattered on the cheeks of the remaining few.

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

"We are the last ones. At this critical moment, whoever dares to desert will be killed by me!!"

[Emperors should remember that if people are not united, it will be difficult to accomplish anything. If there is no benefit to seek, then use fear to win people’s hearts.]

The followers stared at the scene in front of them in a daze, feeling that this "quasi-emperor" was somewhat unfamiliar, but under the oppression of the emperor's power, they dared not disobey, and could only step over the bodies of their companions and climb up silently.

Seeing this, the quasi-emperor's expression finally eased. He turned around and walked a few steps before his brows furrowed again...

thump.

Boom!

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

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

"That is……"

"The actor emperor?!"

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

Bursts of exclamations came from the crowd, and the followers' faces looked extremely ugly. The terrifying oppressive feeling brought by the other party on the snowy field was like a nightmare lingering in their hearts.

Fear made their bodies tremble unconsciously, and some of them could not even climb the stairs and sat down on the ground.

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

"What are you afraid of! I am also the 'king' now! As long as we unite, we don't have to be afraid of him!"

Seeing this, the collapsed men gritted their teeth and staggered to their feet. At the command of the quasi-emperor, they picked up the weapons in their hands and aimed at Chen Ling from top to bottom, like a wall.

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