I'm not a drama god

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

Yingfu closed his eyes helplessly.

He had anticipated the fate of District One. After all, the residents of District One had heard rumors a few days ago that the Philosopher's Stone would be refined again in District One. That's why A Qian's parents and the families of the other children joined forces with the wizards and risked their lives to send them out of the Wuji Realm.

However, he didn't expect that in just a few days, District 1 would be devastated... The children they sent out were also buried in the gray world, and only he and A Qian survived.

The two of them should be the last survivors in Area 1.

Chen Ling glanced coldly at the Silver King, and was not surprised at the tragic situation in the room...

He had personally experienced the disaster in the Red Dust Realm. If it hadn't been for the intervention of Lord Red Dust and Yao Qing, the entire Red Dust would have been refined into the Philosopher's Stone. It was probably because Lord Wuji had suffered a severe blow in the Red Dust Realm 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 a rabbit does not eat grass near its burrow. The smaller the population in the Wuji Realm, the less productive capacity there is. It seems that this time, Wuji has been pushed to his limit.

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

"But there is really no other way. Without the Philosopher's Stone, Lou Yu can't recover... 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 Stones, he can only find a way on his own."

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 tragic scene in the room and her body began to tremble madly. She staggered back as if she was in a nightmare and her face turned extremely pale.

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

A Qian groaned, then fainted into Ying Fu's arms.

"Poor child." An apologetic look appeared on the face of the Silver King. "There are people in the church who specialize in making pastries. Maybe a few more pieces of apple cakes will make her happier... Of course, Portuguese egg tarts are also delicious."

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

"...Is that so." Ying Fu picked up the unconscious A Qian and replied expressionlessly, "I have to thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

The Silver King smiled elegantly.

The three continued to move forward. Along the way, they often saw figures that had been charred to carbonized, lying in a mess around the streets, leaving long marks on the ground, exactly the same as how Asan's parents in the house died.

What was strange was that there were no signs of fire on 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 deep in thought, the voice of the Silver King sounded again:

"arrive."

Chen Ling and Ying Fu looked up at the same time. The outline of a huge church shrouded in shadows was vaguely visible in the mist... There was no one guarding the outside of the church, and there was nothing related to the Fire Usurper to be seen. It seemed that this was just an abandoned church that was rarely visited...

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

The three of them walked up the heavy stone steps and stopped in front of the church door. The floor-to-ceiling glazed windows of the church emitted a dim light, like a dream.

But this light did not bring Chen Ling the slightest sense of security. Instead, it made him feel inexplicably chilled, as if some dangerous giant beast was living in this church.

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

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

The magnificent corridor extends to the end. The intricate murals on both sides and above are engraved with traces of time and history, which makes people dazzled at a glance. Anyone who comes here for the first time will probably be shocked by the scene before their eyes... In Chen Ling's cognition, the only place that can be compared with this place is the palace in Fu Sheng Hui.

Chen Ling had a strange expression on his face. He glanced at the plain facade of the church again. It felt like an entire Louvre was crammed into the shell of an ordinary church!

What is the Silver King's Integrity Church...

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

He was a man in a black robe with intricate alchemical patterns engraved on it, emitting a faint glow. He stood in the center of the church pew, with a suspended mercury moon above his head.

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

Lord Wuji, Lou Yu.

The current Lou Yu is completely different from the Lou Yu who invaded the mortal world. Not only has the gown that symbolizes science been replaced with a black alchemical robe full of mystery, but there is only one Philosopher's Stone left between his brows, and his expression is visibly tired.

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

Lou Yu stared at him intently, his hands under his robe suddenly clenched into fists, and then reluctantly let go...

"...Usually, there is only one Philosopher's Stone, which can't hold much power."

"The Philosopher's Stones refined in Area 1 are only to give you a body first. If you want more Philosopher's Stones, you can only go to other realms to refine them... Wuji Realm, you can't move anymore."

"This realm should have been 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 set his eyes on Ying Fu and A Qian, and asked in a deep voice:

"who are they?"

"I was just about to introduce him to you." The Silver King extended his hand in front of Ying Fu, "This is the Emperor of this era, Ying Fu... Oh, Ying is the Ying of Ying Zheng."

Then, he extended his hand to Chen Ling, "You should have seen this person in the Red Dust Realm, the fusion of the world-destroying disaster, the great killer that can sweep across the human realm and the gray realm disaster... Mr. Chen Ling."

Ying in Ying Zheng?

Hearing these four words, Lou Yu's gaze towards Ying Fu suddenly changed. It was as if a character from a history book had appeared in reality. It was a magical feeling.

As for Chen Ling, Lou Yu didn't need him to introduce her at all.

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

The Silver King, Wuji Jun Lou Yu, [Emperor] Ying Fu, and the World-Destroying Chen Ling... The four of them just stood together, no one spoke, and a weird atmosphere filled the air.