Countless cinnabar and glass beads fell on the snow, shining brightly like scattered stars on earth.

"This is..." Chen Ling was stunned.

"Brother, do you know...

that red star represents 'drama'." Chen Yan raised his head, looking at the gradually receding divine path in the sky, and slowly spoke, "Since the day I started self-studying drama, I would occasionally sense its presence...

It wants to take me away, but I don't want to go.

Every time it goes away, I would leave behind a piece of it.

I thought that when I gathered enough, maybe I could take you, take our parents to the place it points to, to see what the end of 'drama' is...

Unfortunately, in the end, I only gathered thirty-six pieces." "Now...

I can't go anymore." Chen Yan smiled helplessly, he slowly grabbed all the cinnabar and glass beads, and forcefully waved them towards the receding divine path in the sky! In the next moment, countless divine lights bloomed from these divine path fragments, rapidly interweaving in mid-air, reuniting into a misty divine path like a ribbon, chasing after the receding divine path! "Brother, you must live on...

What is the end of the path of drama, can you go see it for me?" The two divine paths collided in mid-air, and the brilliant divine light illuminated the sky! "God of Drama," reconnected; The cinnabar stars in the sky never expected that their divine path could be forcibly left behind, the divine light trembled in mid-air, as if trying to pull it back...

On the other end of the divine path, the young Chen Yan stood quietly there, although his body looked thin and frail, on top of the talent of the "path of drama," he was so powerful, transcendent, as steady as Mount Tai.

He firmly nailed the starting point of the drama divine path in front of Chen Ling! The divine path betrayed Chen Ling, but not Chen Yan; "What happened??" Outside the courtyard, the shadowy man and Chu Muyun looked in astonishment at the sky under the cinnabar stars, a broken path was rapidly being completely repaired! "Why was the path of drama stopped??" "It chose Chen Ling? How is that possible?!" Even the usually calm and wise Chu Muyun couldn't help but widen his eyes, the two of them carefully scanned around Chen Ling in the center of the courtyard, but found nothing unusual...

In their sight, they couldn't see anything.

"Wait...

something's not right!" "What's wrong?" "That path of drama is not right, it's distorted...

I have never seen any divine path like this." "What will happen if a distorted divine path is taken?" "If a path's markings are altered, who knows where its final destination will be? Heaven? Or...

hell?" "You mean..." "Hurry, stop him!! He must not take that distorted divine path!!" Two figures rushed towards the courtyard at high speed! Chen Ling stared blankly at Chen Yan standing on the path of drama, not knowing if it was an illusion, his figure seemed to be fading little by little...

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"Yan...

Yan!" Chen Ling's pupils contracted, with strength he didn't know where it came from, he forcibly pulled his shoulder bit by bit out of the skeletal cage, the sharp bone points tore flesh and blood, crimson blood dripped down his arm, quickly gathering into a pool of blood.

He gritted his teeth tightly, unable to help but howl, only completely breaking free from the cage after about ten seconds, stumbling towards Chen Yan! "Yan!" He reached out to Chen Yan with one hand, but could only pass through lightly from the void...

Before, he could touch Chen Yan.

"Brother, this time I really have to go." A unique smile of youth, pure and gentle, appeared on Chen Yan's face, "This path is different from other paths of drama...

It may make your life full of twists and turns, but it may also help you get rid of those things." "Where are you going?" Chen Ling's face was pale from the loss of blood.

"Return to where I should be...

at the same time, it will also become the cornerstone of your godhood." Chen Yan took a step back, fully displaying the godhood in front of Chen Ling.

His figure almost faded away, leaving only a voice lingering in Chen Ling's ears.

"Walking this path, the world will belong to my brother." "Chen Ling!! Stop quickly! You can't walk that path!!" Chu Muyun's voice came urgently, but Chen Ling seemed to ignore it.

He was wearing a bright red robe, standing at the starting point of the godhood, slowly lifting his right foot, and then...

stepping on it.

Thud!! As his foot landed, the ethereal godhood instantly solidified, like a blood-red staircase leading to the sky.

In the next moment, this staircase to the heavens rapidly shrank beneath Chen Ling's feet, eventually fading into nothingness...

That twisted godhood seemed to have disappeared, or perhaps...

it was already beneath Chen Ling's feet.

Chu Muyun and the shadowy man arrived at the scene, leaving Chen Ling alone with his head bowed, standing in place.

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear me calling just now?" Chu Muyun frowned and walked up, about to say something, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" the shadowy man asked.

Chu Muyun's voice rang out again.

The shadowy man paused for a moment, turned to look at Chu Muyun, only to find that the latter hadn't spoken at all...

"What's wrong?" Then, his own voice also sounded from the front.

Both of them looked ahead, a chilling wind swept across the snowy ground, the young man in the bright red robe, with his back to them, his neck twisting strangely backward...

"Chen Ling, didn't you hear me calling just now?" "What's wrong?" "Chen Ling, didn't you hear me calling just now?" "What's wrong?" "Chen Ling, didn't you hear me..." Chu Muyun and the shadowy man's voices overlapped from Chen Ling's throat, while his face kept switching between the two of them...

Yes, switching.

On Chen Ling's face, it was as if there was an easily tearable mask like a calendar, with each word he spoke, he would transform into the corresponding person's appearance, and with the next word, a mask would automatically tear open, revealing another person's appearance.

Eyes, stubble, mole, voice, every detail was perfectly reproduced, and the two of them felt a shiver as they watched Chen Ling's face constantly changing between their own faces.

"What...

what's wrong with him?" the shadowy man asked in confusion.

"Generally speaking, stepping onto the godhood means reaching the 'First Step,' and with each step, one will automatically master a corresponding path skill...

his appearance should be the result of the first step skill of the Play Godhood." "The first step skill of the Play Godhood is face-changing?" "Square 7 told me that most of the awakened skills of the first step of the Play Godhood are [Thousand Faces], an extension of the basic disguise ability of actors...

from the description, it's very similar to Chen Ling's current situation." "Then why does he seem not quite clear-headed?" "His godhood has been twisted, so the awakened skill should also be twisted...

most likely, he is being backlashed by his own skill." "I see...

no wonder he was imitating us just now." "But he's not imitating now..." Chu Muyun looked at Chen Ling, who had suddenly fallen silent, frowned and said, "I suddenly have a bad feeling..." The shadowy man was about to ask what the feeling was, when Chen Ling raised his head again...

A face was torn off his face.

Above Chen Ling's neck, a large, pitch-black handgun barrel was aimed at the two of them.