Chapter 1317: Dream

At that moment, he seemed to realize something, and his face instantly turned ghastly:

“You’re not Chen Ling! You’re… Mocking Calamity?!”“Did Chen Ling fail?”“No, that’s not right… How could Mocking Calamity possibly possess the power of Calamity of Thought?!”

Calamity of Thought stared blankly at the laughing black-robed figure, seemingly unable to comprehend any of it. But soon, it no longer dwelled on where the black-robed figure’s power came from. The confusion in its eyes gradually turned into excitement and wild joy, and it began to laugh wildly along with the black-robed figure!

This is more like it!

Compared to Chen Ling, who was constantly associating with humans, Mocking Calamity, who was now wildly striking back and retaliating against the human realm, truly lived up to its name! It truly was the King of Calamities!

Though it didn’t know how it acquired these powers, now that it possessed them, it would become even stronger than before! With the help of such a Mocking Calamity, taking over the human realm would be effortless!

The next moment, a surge of a Nine Lords’ aura violently erupted from the lakeside pavilion!

“Calamity of Thought!!!!”

A green figure burst directly from the bottom of the lake. Chu Changqing ascended straight into the sky, his emerald eyes pulsing with demigod-level pressure, sweeping across the void!

Chu Changqing didn't have a thought storm, so he couldn't see the three figures within it, but he could faintly discern that this was Calamity of Thought's ability. Yet, after carefully discerning the scent, his brows furrowed even deeper.

“No, this isn't Calamity of Thought’s aura…”“This is…”“Mocking Calamity?”

Chu Changqing’s gaze locked onto the direction of the Ghost Mocking Abyss.

The black-robed figure stood atop the thought storm, his black eyes coldly fixated on Chu Changqing. The resentment in his heart towards Chu Changqing was immense, but due to the existence of the Oath Gu, he couldn't enter the South Sea Realm. And relying solely on the thought storm, he couldn't kill a Nine Lords…

Finally, he slowly raised his thumb and made a throat-slitting gesture towards Chu Changqing from a distance, his gruesome smile chillingly cold.

Killing a thousand people with his thoughts from afar was his revenge against them, and also his retaliation against Chu Changqing!

Since you expelled me from the South Sea Realm, you will pay a price…One day, I will kill you with my own hands.

The black-robed figure gently waved a hand, and the thought storm shrouding the South Sea Realm slowly dissipated, leaving behind only an utterly furious Chu Changqing, and thousands of gruesome scenes of sudden, violent deaths.

Xuan Yu Realm.

Jian Changsheng, in his sleep, smacked his lips, scratched his butt, and rolled over in bed.

Slap—!!

The next moment, he felt a sting on his cheek and shot upright from his bed!

The room was still pitch black, with heavy curtains blocking all outside light. Besides Jian Changsheng himself, Sun Bumin and Jiang Xiaohua lay in their respective beds, sleeping soundly.

“Who?!” Jian Changsheng’s eyes widened. “Damn you, Square! Were you trying to sneak attack me while I was asleep?!”

Strangely, even with Jian Changsheng’s barrage of curses, Sun Bumin remained deeply asleep, showing no signs of being awakened. The more this happened, the more Jian Changsheng was convinced that this scoundrel was the one slapping him. He was so enraged that he was about to get out of bed and give Sun Bumin a good smack, but the next moment, he froze.

In the dim room, a figure clad in a black theatrical robe had appeared out of thin air before him, like a phantom.

“…Heart??”

Seeing that face, Jian Changsheng was momentarily stunned.

Then his eyes lit up with excitement: “Heart, have you come to find us?!”

The black-robed figure sneered, then kicked Jian Changsheng directly in the chest!

Bang—!!!

Jian Changsheng, who had been sleeping like a log, suddenly rolled over violently, tumbling off the bed by the window with a thud, and landing heavily on the floor!

Jian Changsheng finally woke up from his dream!

Before he could react, two more dull thuds resounded, as Sun Bumin and Jiang Xiaohua also abruptly rolled off their beds, followed by surprised cries of “Ouch” from nearby.

As Jiang Xiaohua fumbled to turn on the light, the three bewildered figures stared at each other in the room…

“…What’s going on?” Sun Bumin asked, perplexed.

“I dreamed of Heart,” Jiang Xiaohua said seriously. “He kicked my bed until it collapsed.”

“Damn it, me too!” Sun Bumin immediately added. “That guy seemed to have slapped me awake, and then, before I could react, he punched me in the chest!”

He seemed to realize something and turned to look at Jian Changsheng:

“How about you?”

“…Same as you, I was kicked off the bed,” Jian Changsheng shrugged.

“That’s not right… How did all three of us dream of Heart simultaneously?” Sun Bumin frowned deeply. “His appearance also seemed different from before…”

“Why would Heart hit me?” Jiang Xiaohua asked, sounding a bit aggrieved.

“Something’s wrong!”

A flicker of alarm crossed Jian Changsheng’s eyes. “That wasn’t Heart… Something must have happened to him.”

Sun Bumin, Jiang Xiaohua, and Jian Changsheng exchanged glances, and without hesitation, simultaneously began to get dressed.

“There’s no time to lose.”“Let’s go to the Ghost Mocking Abyss now!!”

The Theatrical Archives.

Crash—!

Ning Ruyu’s hand twitched, and the white porcelain teacup fell to the ground, shattering with a harsh sound.

Ning Ruyu, who had been sitting leisurely in a wooden chair enjoying the breeze, his eyes briefly lost focus, then immediately regained his composure, his brows furrowed tightly!

He didn’t even glance at the shattered teacup on the floor. He stood up immediately, transforming into an incredibly fast white lightning bolt, and rushed towards the depths of the Theatrical Archives!

Apart from him, several other figures were simultaneously approaching this location.

“Senior Brother, did you dream of it too?” Luan Mei’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yes.”

Ning Ruyu’s voice was extremely low. “…Something has happened to Junior Brother.”

“What should we do? He should be in the Ghost Mocking Abyss right now, shouldn’t he?” Mojiao’s voice sounded from the side. “If we rush there now, will we make it in time?”

Ning Ruyu was about to speak, but remembering the Red King’s instructions, he ultimately shook his head:

“Let’s not rush… I’ll report to Master and see what he has to say.”

Though Luan Mei and the others were incredibly worried, they still nodded and waited quietly in place.

Ning Ruyu’s figure vanished into thin air.

The next second, he appeared in the deepest part of the Theatrical Archives, outside the entrance of a building that resembled an ancestral hall.

“Master! I just dreamed of Junior Brother, and he seemed to be…” Ning Ruyu stepped through the doorway, speaking anxiously. But before he could finish, he froze in place.

Inside the ancestral hall, a handsome young man in a theatrical robe sat casually on a wooden chair, one hand propping his chin, the other gently pinching something… A small, invisible storm was confined between his fingertips, unable to break free, no matter which way it struggled.

“So it actually climbed into my thoughts…” the Red King sneered.“A fellow who relies on cheating to win, yet dares to be this arrogant.”“Truly… oblivious to its own demise.”