I'm not a drama god

Ruins...

Only now did Chen Ling truly understand why the real mortal realm was so desolate... According to the passerby in the outer city, it shouldn't be that no one lives here at all; it's just that most of those who still stubbornly live here are reclusive people who are unwilling to leave for various reasons.

The Second Hall and Lü Liangren are such people.

“Ying Fu…”

Chen Ling murmured the name, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Ying Fu was also present when he absorbed the power of the Crimson Star's will, which means that he, like himself, absorbed the power of the Crimson Star's will during the process of restarting the world.

However, Ying Fu was human and had not absorbed the power of the Crimson Star. Therefore, he did not explode like I did. In other words, he was probably like the other nine kings, becoming stronger than before under the blessing of the power of the Crimson Star.

The Crimson Star's enhancement, along with three hundred years of accumulated planning, has made Ying Fu's power unprecedentedly strong... The existence of the Chengtian Realm has almost drained the other major realms, unifying humanity into a single entity.

But what he did to the other eight was truly outrageous.

The nine princes he had personally nurtured were ultimately forced to become tools of Ying Fu's rule. A raging fire burned in Chen Ling's heart, and a terrifying pressure unconsciously flowed from his body, causing Lü Liangren's face to turn deathly pale...

He stared in disbelief at the red-clad actor before him, as if he had finally recognized the aura of world destruction!

"he……"

"he is……"

Young Lü Liangren's body trembled uncontrollably.

Seemingly realizing that her aura was out of control, Chen Ling took a deep breath and forcibly calmed herself down... her gaze turned to the second hall.

"Where are they?" Chen Ling asked hoarsely.

Chen Ling did not explicitly state who they were, but the Second Hall naturally understood. The hand on its painting pointed in a direction and slowly spoke:

"They...have been waiting for you."

……

creak-

The old wooden door opened with a jarring sound, and the flowing air stirred up a thick layer of dust on the ground.

The hem of the opera robe brushed against the threshold, and the vermilion earrings swayed gently. A figure silently stepped across the ancient stone steps and finally stopped in an ordinary courtyard.

Spiderweb-like embroidered silk covered the courtyard, blocking out all sunlight. Looking around, it was as if one were in a world of embroidered silk, leaving almost no place for one to step.

The colorful embroidered threads trembled gently in the air, as if they were meticulously embroidering something. And deep within the dense embroidered threads, a figure dressed in a white training uniform lay quietly in a net bed woven from embroidered threads.

Chen Ling stood before the endless embroidered silk, her eyes fixed on the blurry white-clad figure in the depths, her expression indescribably complex...

I do not know how long it has been,

He then gently opened his chapped lips:

"……it's me."

In an instant, all the embroidered silk in the courtyard stopped vibrating.

After a brief silence, the dense embroidery began to part to both sides, making way for Chen Ling to lead into the depths... Only then did Chen Ling finally see the face of the white-clad figure clearly.

Compared to Chen Ling's memory, Su Zhiwei looked even more haggard, and even in her sleep, her brows were still furrowed, as if she were having an endless nightmare.

However, even after more than three hundred years, Su Zhiwei remains as youthful as ever.

at the same time,

An elderly figure slowly walked out from behind her.

It was an old man dressed in a silk Tang suit, his hair already white. He leaned on a cane, his gaze fixed on Chen Ling in front of the courtyard, frozen in place.

"Director Chen...?"

He spoke somewhat uncertainly.

More than three hundred years have passed since Chen Ling single-handedly covered the retreat in the Gray Realm to save Jiu Jun... He has been missing for so long that everyone thought he was dead.

And now, a Chen Ling who looks exactly like him has reappeared vividly before his eyes...

At that moment, Yao Qing felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her.

"Is it really you... Director Chen?"

When Chen Ling saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, her heart ached as if it had been pierced by needles.

He took a deep breath and stepped through the embroidered silk. A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, causing the embroidered silk and the hem of the theatrical robe to flutter simultaneously… He looked into those aged and bewildered eyes and spoke softly:

"Sorry……"

"I'm late."

The familiar voice, the familiar tone—the moment Chen Ling finished speaking, Yao Qing's aged body trembled slightly.

It's him……

It's really him! !

More than three hundred years have passed... and he has actually returned.

Yao Qing opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. The hardships and bitterness of the past three hundred years could not be expressed in just a few words... Two lines of turbid tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, cutting through the many wrinkles that resembled deep ravines, and spreading on the dusty ground.

Yao Qing said nothing, nor did she need to. Chen Ling looked at that heartbreakingly aged face, struggled internally for a long time, and finally asked the question…

"Yao Qing..."

Did you two eventually...get married?

Yao Qing was stunned.

He hadn't expected that Chen Ling's first question would be this... He subconsciously shook his head.

“No… During that period, humanity was in such a difficult situation, how could we…” Yao Qing paused for a moment.

"Actually... I did express my love to Sister Zhiwei... but you had just disappeared not long before the calamity began to attack the various bases... so Sister Zhiwei said that now was not the time... and then... that was the end of it."

Veins bulged on the back of Chen Ling's hands, and he clenched his fists uncontrollably.

Chen Ling thought that with his intervention, Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing could have a happy ending. He had promised Su Zhiwei that he would bring them together... But at the most crucial moment, he disappeared. Everyone was worried about him, and then disaster struck again.

Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing ultimately sealed away their love for each other, dedicating themselves entirely to the future of humanity...

They were not married, and they had no children...

The name Chen Ling painstakingly came up with for his child was nothing more than wishful thinking on his part.

Yao Zhiyue, Yao Zhiyue...

Unexpectedly, it was Chen Ling herself who broke her promise in the end.

Chen Ling's body trembled slightly, and his eyes showed unprecedented guilt and pain. Yao Qing saw this and her eyes showed confusion.

He just couldn't marry Su Zhiwei... Why is Director Chen in so much pain?

"Director Chen..."

"what happened to you?"

Yao Qing asked tentatively.

Chen Ling did not answer. He just silently lowered his head, like a sculpture standing in the wind. The wind blew his earrings and the hem of his clothes into a mess, and a few crystal drops drifted away with the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked at the aged Yao Qing and the sleeping Su Zhiwei with reddened eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"……sorry."