I'm not a drama god

Yao Qing didn't understand Chen Ling's state of mind at that moment, but he could sense the pain in Chen Ling's eyes.

“You don’t need to apologize, Director Chen.” Yao Qing’s voice was gentle. “You have done so much for us, and we can’t grow up under your protection forever… In these three hundred years, every choice we have made has come from our hearts.”

“But I could have made up for all of this… I restarted the world so that there would be no regrets!” Chen Ling opened her mouth, her voice a little hoarse, “But… the regrets still happened.”

Yao Qing watched Chen Ling quietly for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his aged lips.

"Director Chen..."

"No one in this world can erase all regrets... And I never thought that it was a regret that Zhiwei and I didn't get married... For two people who love each other, it's enough to be able to accompany each other."

He gently raised his wrinkled hand and stroked Su Zhiwei's cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness.

“I have been with her for over three hundred years, and I am already very content... We have no regrets.”

"As for the rest..."

"You're back now, aren't you?"

"Sister Zhiwei is still here, I am still here, and the other gentlemen are still here... We are just trapped. The day they awaken from their slumber will be the day everything is decided."

"Director Chen, I believe in you. Now that you're back... the regrets of the past can eventually be resolved."

Chen Ling was slightly stunned.

Yao Qing's words pulled him out of his endless guilt and self-blame... He had missed more than three hundred years, causing the Eight Lords to fall into a predicament, but it was not over yet.

The eight princes are not dead; they are merely asleep. They will awaken one after another in ten years…

He has ten years to turn things around!

For the past three hundred years, Chen Ling’s disappearance has given Ying Fu the opportunity to take control of the situation. But now that Chen Ling has returned, how could he possibly allow everything to continue to be under his control?

Regret is not the end of everything, nor is it an irreversible ending;

This is just the beginning.

Chen Ling's gaze gradually regained its firmness and calmness, and he unconsciously exuded a sharp and domineering aura... His red and black opera robes danced wildly in the deathly silence, and he was like a lost emperor who had returned from hell.

"You're right." Chen Ling took a deep breath.

"I'm back... so I won't let regrets continue to be regrets."

When Yao Qing saw Chen Ling's gaze return to the way he remembered, his smile deepened. He relaxed completely, as if he had become the big boy who followed Chen Ling and Su Zhiwei around more than three hundred years ago.

"Director Chen, the embroidery I made for my sister will probably take another ten years to complete..."

"I see."

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Ling's eyes.

"Ten years from now... I will come to the mortal world to pick you up."

"At that point, Ying Fu and the others probably won't just stand by and do nothing," Yao Qing proactively reminded them.

"He somehow acquired a large number of former demigod souls, and every so often, one or two of them would be resurrected. That's why there are demigods in every era of the Chengtian Realm... If he senses danger, he can even make arrangements in advance and then gain the assistance of several demigods at once..."

"And the more demigods he has under his command, the stronger he will become."

“He has probably noticed your initiative in coming in this time. When your sister wakes up in ten years, he will definitely be even more vigilant... It will probably be a fierce battle then.”

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

He looked up at the sky above, and a faint ripple appeared in his ruby-like eyes.

"ten years……"

"Enough for me to revolutionize this era."

"Yao Qing, don't worry... I broke my promise once more than three hundred years ago, but I will never break my promise again."

"Ten years from now, I will come to pick you up on time... At that time, no matter who tries to stop me, I, Chen Ling..."

"Gods who stand in the way will be killed; Buddhas who stand in the way will be killed."

As he spoke his last words, the guilt and anger that had been building up in Chen Ling's heart transformed into a monstrous killing intent. He seemed to become a sharp sword with a chilling gleam, about to slash down upon the world.

Yao Qing raised her hand with trembling hands and bowed to Chen Ling:

"Sister Zhiwei and I will definitely be waiting for Director Chen."

……

The prison of the mortal world.

Beneath the steel dome, four figures surrounded the mortal realm, their expressions extremely solemn.

"Lord Nan, is this attacker really as strange as you say?" A figure carrying a wooden box asked suspiciously. "He sent you flying just by his aura?"

“…Yes, I don’t know how to describe that aura…ferocious, violent, deadly…it’s just like…”

"What you're saying sounds like an apocalyptic disaster," a woman in purple beside her scoffed dismissively.

Just as the other two eighth-rank Marquises echoed with light laughter, the Southern Marquis's expression visibly changed... He solemnly lowered his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly looked up:

“You’re right… his aura certainly doesn’t seem human.”

The other three stood there, stunned.

"Don't joke around, Marquis Nan. If it were a cataclysmic disaster, how could you still be alive?" The last eighth-rank Marquis shook his head. "Besides, why would a cataclysmic disaster choose to raid an empty mortal ruin instead of killing so many people outside and opening the city gates? Why?"

"So I suspect he's after Lord Hongchen..."

Before they could say anything more, the swaying little flower in the distance suddenly stirred up a ripple, and with a flash of space, a figure wearing a red theatrical robe with black patterns emerged from it!

"It's him!" Nanhou shouted.

Everyone was startled and turned around without hesitation. Four divine paths extended from their bodies, and they swung their killing moves towards Chen Ling!

But the figure in the theatrical robe was too fast. Before anyone could even see him clearly, a vast aura of destruction swept across the surroundings, forcing everyone to take several steps back...

Immediately afterwards, the hundred steel chains binding the mortal realm clanged loudly as they were shaken!

An aura of cataclysmic destruction raged beneath the sky.

A figure in red, with eyes like swords, walked out from the mortal realm...

Chen Ling's icy gaze swept over the four astonished eighth-level beings before him, and he spoke calmly:

"What a Ying Fu! What a Cheng Tian Realm! For over three hundred years, the Eight Sovereigns have been fortunate to have your care..."

"Although I cannot take Lord Hongchen with me today..."

"But we still have to collect some interest."

Amidst the astonished gazes of the four eighth-rank beings, surging crimson clouds erupted from Chen Ling's body, instantly covering the entire steel sky.

Countless red papers spread through the void, and a pair of angry, murderous, scarlet eyes, like the sun, suddenly opened in the void!