I'm not a drama god

"The Alchemy Society..."

Chen Ling murmured the name, her brows furrowing slightly. "I've never heard of this organization in the previous world."

"Actually, they existed even in the previous world, but over the course of three hundred years, they gradually changed their appearance until no one recognized them anymore." Liu Qingyan paused for a moment. "Lord Red King, do you still remember the Witchcraft Association?"

"of course."

"Their predecessor was the Alchemy Society."

"What?" Chen Ling asked in surprise.

When Chen Ling was in the Boundless Realm, he had a lot of dealings with the Wizarding Association, whether it was the alchemical genius Duran, the association president Brand who encouraged the Boundless Lord to forge the Philosopher's Stone, or...

and many more……

Chen Ling seemed to realize something, "So that's how it is, Brand is a member of the Alchemy Society?"

"To be precise, he was chosen by the Alchemy Society to be the one in charge of the Wizardry Association," Liu Qingyan continued.

"The Alchemy Society was originally established to pursue the Philosopher's Stone, which only appeared in legends... and Brand met the then-Prince of Wuji at the most opportune time."

"But he was too naive. He thought he could use the Philosopher's Stone to lure Wuji Jun and slowly make him work for the Alchemy Association. But who knew that Wuji Jun was not only not bewitched by him, but was even more ruthless than him. After learning how to refine the Philosopher's Stone, he used the Red Dust Realm to eliminate Brand, thus eliminating a potential threat and gaining control of the entire Wizarding Association."

Hearing this, Chen Ling finally understood the cause and effect of what happened back then... In the end, Brand actually had a good plan, but he encountered Wuji Jun Lou Yu, who was a truly ruthless person among the Nine Lords.

"Then, does the Alchemy Society still exist in this world?"

"For the past few centuries, I have been searching for their whereabouts. However, because Ying Fu secretly plotted to attack the eight bases and seize power, those people from the Alchemy Society were probably also absorbed into the Chengtian Realm... Our intelligence network in the Chengtian Realm is relatively weak, so we only have vague clues at the moment."

"However, one thing is certain: the Alchemy Society of this world is much more secretive than the Sorcery Association of the previous world."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Alchemy Society was the culprit that turned the Mortal Realm into a nuclear wasteland, and also the core reason for the Mortal Lord's accident in both worlds. In the previous world, he didn't know about the existence of the Alchemy Society, but now that he knows what happened, he naturally won't let them go.

"There's something else I don't understand." Chen Ling turned to look at Liu Qingyan. "The Gray King said that the Ancient Brothel of the Prostitutes has a Dao Foundation Treasure that can help people prolong their lives, which is why you were able to live through these three hundred years... But Ying Fu, he's just a body of flesh and blood, how did he manage to survive until now?"

Liu Qingyan smiled bitterly:

"Ying Fu's method of prolonging life is a top secret even in the Cheng Tian Realm. With our current intelligence, we cannot infiltrate this matter... However, I guess it might also be related to the Alchemy Society."

“Alright… After that, summarize all the current clues about the Alchemy Guild and let me know, then I’ll investigate.” Chen Ling’s eyes flashed with a cold light. “I want to see what they’re really plotting…”

"Yes."

Liu Qingyan nodded respectfully, "Lord Red King, where are you going now?"

Chen Ling pondered for a moment, then looked up at a certain direction in the distance, a complex expression flashing in her eyes:

"……go home."

……

Gray world.

The original location of the Boundless Realm has been replaced by a vast and prosperous new realm. Towering city walls perfectly protect the city within, and in terms of the area covered by the realm, it is twice the size of other realms.

Within the boundary, houses, fields, factories, and commercial districts are neatly arranged, with numerous buildings tightly connected together, and a dazzling array of vehicles shuttling through them...

This is the largest and most prosperous realm in human history—[Chengtian].

In the very heart of the Chengtian Realm, an ancient and modern imperial palace stands like a coiled golden dragon, reigning supreme over the world.

"...Upon receiving the news, we rushed to the Red Dust Prison immediately."

"After taking stock, there were no casualties among the public, only some buildings were affected, resulting in some property damage... The cracks in the exterior walls are somewhat troublesome, but they can be resolved."

"We have arrived at the core area of ​​the suppression of the mortal realm. The four Marquises have already died in battle. On that land, someone wrote two large characters with their blood..."

Beneath the solemn hall, a figure bowed his head, hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly uttered two words:

"--【dusk】."

On the golden throne, a finger that was lightly tapping the back of the chair suddenly stopped.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire hall plummeted. The people reporting to the person inside felt as if they were in an ice cave, and they couldn't stop shivering...

A vast and domineering imperial aura, like a raging river, surged and roared from the golden throne, making them all breathless.

But this aura only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing without a trace.

Even though the aura lasted so briefly, everyone's backs were already soaked with cold sweat. If it had lasted another half a second, they probably would have lost their strength and collapsed to their knees.

After an unknown amount of time, a calm voice rang out from the throne:

"I understand..."

"Go back."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon: "Yes."

They had assumed that the attack on the Red Dust Prison, which resulted in the deaths of four Marquises, would enrage His Majesty, who would execute all those responsible for "incompetence"... After all, His Majesty hated nothing more than dereliction of duty, and this was a matter concerning a prison with a population of millions. If anything went wrong with the people, they would be sentenced to death a thousand times over... So before they came, they had even written their wills for their families.

But to their surprise, His Majesty was only angry for a moment before letting them go... without even a hint of holding them accountable.

As everyone retreated, the hall fell silent once more.

Only the figure on the golden throne continued to tap lightly on the back of the chair, making a soft clicking sound...

No one knew what he was thinking. After a moment, his sharp, sword-like eyes slowly looked toward a certain spot in the void, where a golden light flowed.

“What a beautiful 'twilight'…”

"Is it the twilight of the Twilight Society... or the twilight of my Chengtian Dynasty?"

"Chen Ling...you've been missing for hundreds of years, why did you have to choose this time to return..."

"If only you could just keep disappearing..."

A sigh rang out from the throne.