I'm not a drama god

More than three hundred years...

Chen Ling missed more than three hundred years.

Chen Ling's original plan to return to Earth, lead the Nine Lords to perfect the Nine Realms, discuss how to deal with the Crimson Star, and all such plans have now become nothing but a dream.

Chen Ling didn't know how long the Nine Lords had waited for him; he only knew that it was during the most difficult and confusing period for them...

He was absent.

When he stood once again on the land of the human realm, everything had become so unfamiliar.

Chen Ling's chest heaved, his eyes reddening as he looked toward the deepest part of this so-called prison of the mortal world. With a blur, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed toward that place at top speed!

The outer city flickered and receded beneath him.

A steel dome surrounded by layers of city walls and watchtowers came into his view.

The entire Red Dust Prison is like a giant steel ring. Outside the ring is the Gray Realm. The ring itself consists of countless watchtowers and residential areas, while its core area is a dome that is heavily guarded.

Thirty-six watchtowers stand in every corner inside and outside the dome, while beneath them, a small white flower sways silently.

That is the true target of this prison's supervision.

In mid-air, hundreds of iron chains extended from the thirty-six watchtowers, all converging into the small white flower, like shackles used to bind and suppress prisoners in a prison.

On the earth, five railway tracks extending in different directions also converge into the roots of the little white flower, as if extending all the way to another world.

The moment Chen Ling's afterimage rushed into the dome, a pair of eyes suddenly opened from one of the watchtowers!

"Who dares to trespass into the prison of the mortal world?!"

An eighth-order aura of the Azure God Path soared into the sky, and judging from its strength alone, it was already close to a ninth-order demigod!

It was a frail-looking young man with long hair dressed in ancient clothing. He had one hand behind his back and the other holding a wolf-hair bamboo brush. He was coughing and frowning as he looked in the direction Chen Ling had entered.

This eighth-tier cultivator's action seemed to send a signal, activating all the other watchtowers, and figures simultaneously looked up...

A mysterious afterimage, invisible to the naked eye, streaked across the dome and rushed straight toward the white flower!

"Enemy attack!!"

"Report this immediately! Someone has trespassed into the Red Dust Prison!!"

It seemed like this place hadn't been attacked in a long time, and the people stationed there were momentarily at a loss. But those who possessed divine powers didn't hesitate to soar into the sky and swarm around the dark figure...

No matter how dense their attacks were, shattering the earth or steel dome beneath the shadow, they seemed unable to truly harm the shadow itself. It was as if the two existed in different worlds, unable to intersect.

The eighth-tier Azure God Daoist's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. With a flick of his wolf-hair brush, countless tiny lines drilled into the earth, as if he too were on a virtual canvas, intercepting the shadowy figure...

"roll--!"

With a deep rumble, a terrifying shockwave swept across the surroundings!

The eighth-tier Azure God Daoist's expression changed drastically. Under the oppressive aura, he retreated several steps, and the surrounding fine patterns were shattered into countless fragments...

Bangdang—— Bangdang——

The more than one hundred steel chains connected to the little white flower vibrated violently. In the midst of the chaos, those with relatively low-ranking divine beings fell headlong from the watchtower.

In the midst of the chaos and confusion caused by the shockwave, Chen Ling plunged into the white flowers of the mortal realm and vanished without a trace.

The swaying chains gradually calmed down;

A series of chaotic noises continued to emanate from the watchtower.

The eighth-rank Azure God Daoist dressed in ancient attire stared in astonishment in the direction of the little white flower, seemingly still reeling from the shockwave from Chen Ling's aura...

"No... I absolutely cannot stop him by myself!"

"Someone! Quickly, go and request His Majesty's help!!"

……

When Chen Ling opened her eyes again, she was already under a clear blue sky.

This wasn't the first time Chen Ling had crossed the mortal realm. Su Zhiwei's string theory of "boundaries" was somewhat similar to the barriers of the world, but the two were vastly different in scale... This time, Chen Ling entered the mortal realm without feeling any discomfort.

His gaze swept across the surroundings. The muddy land stretched into the distance, white clouds like snow under the azure sky, and old-fashioned rural mud houses stood in the distance. The only sound in the quiet was the rustling of the wind through the leaves...

Seeing this, Chen Ling felt slightly relieved.

This is the mortal realm that Chen Ling is familiar with.

But as Chen Ling looked closer, she discovered some clues... The muddy ground resembled a faded canvas, and through the soil, the remnants of the nuclear ruins could be vaguely seen below. The white clouds under the azure sky were motionless, like wax paintings. The lush grass and trees along the roadside occasionally flickered like broken fingers, revealing the withered and dilapidated tree trunks below.

Everything here seems beautiful, but that's just a rough appearance, like someone trying to cover up a wall full of holes with a poster full of holes... If you look closely, you'll find something's wrong.

"What exactly happened during the more than three hundred years I was gone??"

Chen Ling frowned and walked slowly forward.

According to the development of the fifth generation of the world, the Red Dust Realm was originally a nuclear ruin. It was formed when Su Zhiwei fell into a deep sleep five minutes later, after the base suffered several nuclear attacks of unknown origin... The vibrant Red Dust Realm is just a facade that the members of Floating Life Painting constantly maintain and embellish.

Chen Ling had assumed that Lou Yu was responsible for the nuclear attack, and therefore, after Wuji Jun personally killed his past self from the sixth world, he thought the tragedy wouldn't repeat itself. But now it seems that even though Lou Yu is dead, the Red Dust Base still suffered the same nuclear attack...

Who exactly launched the nuclear attack on the Red Dust Base?

How did this so-called prison of the mortal world come about?

Moreover, judging from the current state of the mortal realm, it should have been embellished and maintained by members of the Floating Life Painting in the early days. But why is it so much simpler compared to the Fifth Generation World? Where did all the members of the Floating Life Painting go?

and also……

Is the mortal realm now uninhabited?

Chen Ling's gaze swept over the dilapidated houses. So far, he hadn't seen a single resident; everything was quiet.

Chen Ling had too many questions in his mind. After a brief moment of thought, he looked in a certain direction of the village.

If everything had unfolded as it did in the fifth generation of the world, then Su Zhiwei would most likely have forcibly awakened from the hibernation pod again, protecting the people from the nuclear attack, but losing the chance to re-enter the hibernation pod herself...

In this case……

Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing should still be hiding in some mansion here.