Chapter 81: The Grave and the Audience

I Am Not the God of Drama

The Bai Qi Command Tablet is reacting?

A sliver of doubt flashed through Chen Ling's mind. He gripped the Bai Qi Command Tablet in his hand and continued forward.

The appearance of the Bai Qi Command Tablet was extremely strange to begin with, as if someone had passed it to him from deep within the Ancient Vault through the Way of the Soldier God... Now that Chen Ling had walked deep into the Ancient Vault, the Bai Qi Command Tablet was reacting again. Perhaps it was guiding him toward something?

As Chen Ling gradually ventured deeper into the Ancient Vault, that giant sword that pierced through heaven and earth also slowly drew closer to him. An inexplicable chill lingered around him, as if it could freeze his bone marrow.

This chill was not a physical coldness, but an indescribable feeling. It was like walking onto a Mass Grave Mound in the middle of the night, that kind of hair-raising sensation of feeling like someone was staring at you.

Chen Ling suddenly thought that, in a sense, he was also walking within a massive grave...

A massive grave of war that had existed eternally since the birth of humanity.

Chen Ling's gaze swept across the surroundings. Large-scale ravines were situated everywhere on the earth... No, those could no longer be considered ravines, but 'pits'. The pits contained hundreds and thousands of figures, motionless like sculptures, resembling the Terracotta Warriors Chen Ling had visited.

In the trial area, the largest ravine Chen Ling had seen only held fifty people. But here, a casual glance revealed pits starting with hundreds of people. As he went deeper, thousand-person pits could be seen everywhere.

Just as the surrounding cold air made it unbearable for him, the Bai Qi Command Tablet in his hand grew increasingly hot. It was like a miniature sun grasped in his hand, the waves of heat driving all the cold air half a meter away.

But holding the token, Chen Ling didn't feel burned. Instead, he inexplicably felt a sense of security.

Where on earth did it want to guide him?

Chen Ling's pace unconsciously quickened. As he gradually neared the black giant sword, he seemed to faintly see something flashing past around him... A feeling of being watched surged in his heart.

But whenever Chen Ling turned to look, he couldn't see their shadows, as if it were just his hallucination.

Deep within the Ancient Vault, there was something!

Chen Ling's brows furrowed closer and closer. Just when he couldn't resist wanting to turn back the way he came, an incomparably massive pit appeared before his eyes.

It was a circular pit with a diameter extending for several kilometers. Under the gloomy sky vault, one couldn't see its end at a glance. Standing at the edge of this pit, Chen Ling felt as insignificant as an ant.

Shock surfaced in Chen Ling's eyes.

Such a large pit, how many people could it hold? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Even more??

This was the largest pit Chen Ling had seen since entering the Ancient Vault of the Military Path. All those pits that refreshed soldiers earlier added up wouldn't be as large as this single pit... But strangely, this massive pit was empty.

There were no Slaughter Projections that refreshed periodically inside. Without Slaughter Projections, in the center of the completely empty massive pit, only a desolate grave stood alone.

A piercing chill emanated from within the pit. Even with the token in hand, Chen Ling couldn't help but shiver... His naked eyes couldn't see anything inside the massive pit, but he seemed to be able to hear the wailing of countless resentful souls, full of chilling Kill Aura, howling above the massive pit.

Chen Ling suddenly remembered that he seemed to have read in a history book that Qin General Bai Qi had once buried 400,000 Zhao soldiers alive after the Battle of Changping. It was also precisely because of this that Bai Qi's name as the 'God of Slaughter' was passed down through the ages.

Chen Ling's gaze landed on the center of the massive pit, upon that sole desolate grave, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This massive pit didn't spawn Slaughter Projections like the other pits... What replaced them was a desolate grave. Did this mean that this desolate grave was enough to rival hundreds of thousands of Slaughter Projections?

"Could that be..."

Chen Ling glanced at the scorching hot token in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he still entered the massive pit and walked straight towards the desolate grave.

As Chen Ling approached, he slowly saw the full appearance of that desolate grave. Rather than a grave, it was more like a half-person-high burial mound... There was nothing in front of the mound, comparable to the Mass Grave Mound Chen Ling had buried people in previously.

The dignified God of Slaughter, Bai Qi, why was he buried in such a place?

Chen Ling's heart was full of doubt. He stopped in front of the desolate grave. The heat of the token in his hand slowly retreated, as if guiding Chen Ling here was its purpose for existing.

At the same time, a chilling coldness emerged around him. On the earth in front of the desolate grave, a line of blood-colored characters seemed to seep out from the bottom of the soil, slowly surfacing.

——Three Bows and Nine Prostrations, I Shall Transmit to You Divine Abilities;

The moment he saw this line of characters, Chen Ling's brows couldn't help but furrow.

Before he could react, an even colder aura exploded from the nothingness behind him. Countless scarlet eyes abruptly opened, their gazes piercing through the boundary of the Theater, like an invisible World-Ending ferocious beast roaring in anger!

A violent wind swept up from within Chen Ling's body, crashing violently towards the desolate grave opposite.

Almost simultaneously, a stream of black Kill Aura, condensed to the point of almost possessing substance, surged frantically from the burial mound. It was as if the master of this desolate grave, standing from before endless years, was similarly casting a gaze filled with chilling killing intent towards this place!

BOOM——!!

The two utterly terrifying auras collided in the massive pit, bursting outwards like circular waves. The aftermath overturned the surrounding sand, gravel, and soil, revealing the chilling blood color and piled-up white bones beneath.

On the land in front of the desolate grave, a large character formed by seeping fresh blood was incredibly hideous.

——Calamity

Chen Ling stood at the edge where the two auras collided. The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was blown fluttering wildly. He shielded his eyes with his hand. Black Kill Aura rolled around him, the terrifying oppressive feeling almost suffocating him.

The Audience started fighting with Bai Qi?

This thought flashed through Chen Ling's mind, and a sudden joy arose in his heart.

If Bai Qi could contend with The Audience, was it possible for him to completely eliminate The Audience? If The Audience died here, then he would also completely return to freedom!

Once this thought arose, it was difficult to wave away. Unfortunately, things didn't go as smoothly as Chen Ling thought. Through the gaps between his fingers, Chen Ling could see that desolate grave trembling, seemingly about to shatter very soon.

The scarlet eyes behind Chen Ling gradually faded into nothingness, and that 'World-Ending' level of oppressive feeling subsided along with them. At the same time, the Kill Aura surging from the grave also receded back to the bottom of the pit.

The enormous massive pit fell into dead silence once again.

The exchange between the two sides came suddenly and went suddenly. If it weren't for the fact that a layer of the surrounding ground's surface had been scraped off, revealing the scarlet blood color underneath, Chen Ling would have probably thought everything just now was just an illusion.

Chen Ling's gaze fell on the desolate grave once again. On the surface of that burial mound, there were indeed many more cracks... It seemed that Bai Qi hadn't held the advantage in the exchange just now.

Just as Chen Ling was feeling regretful, another line of blood color seeped out from underground.

——Assist in My Resurrection, and I Shall Complete Your Wish.