Chapter 1139: The Whisper of the Calamity of Thought

Chen Ling opened his eyes abruptly.

Jiangtian cult, shadow centipedes, Xiaotao... Everything in his previous field of vision had vanished, replaced by a familiar dim sky and the rustling island forest in the storm...

At this moment, Chen Ling was standing on a hill. His gaze swept slowly around, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Chen Ling was no stranger to this place. He had dreamed of coming here before in the mother tree of the Fusion Faction, but everything before him was more real than the dream at that time.

"Calamity of Thought... So it was you." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling had found it strange before. The Fusion Faction had been developing steadily in the Gray World for so long, so why did things go wrong just as he arrived... The mysterious line bundles on the mother tree, the Fusion Faction members who went missing at night—how did they suddenly travel so far across the Gray World alone to this remote Jiangtian cult branch...

One must know that the Jiangtian cult had not taken the initiative to attack the Fusion Faction; they even avoided the Fusion Faction. And the time Xiaotao and the others suddenly arrived happened to be close to the time of the ritual.

This was too coincidental, as if a hand behind the scenes was arranging everything.

"Using Xiaotao and the others to lure me here, borrowing my hand to get rid of the Jiangtian cult, and then using their brains to summon yourself... You went to such great lengths just to have me come here to see you?"

Chen Ling had figured out the cause and effect. The Calamity of Thought was likely inconvenient to leave Storm Island, and dreams couldn't communicate with him, so it could only use the Jiangtian cult's summoning to exert its power and drag his consciousness here...

What exactly did it want to do?

The howling gale surged on the island, blowing the dense jungle below like ocean waves. Amidst the endless rustling, Chen Ling's body vanished in an instant like a fleeting thought, teleporting away...

In a single thought, he had crossed most of the island. By the time he came to his senses, a small path in the jungle was already beneath his feet.

The tall, dense forest brushed past both sides of Chen Ling. The world was so silent that only the sound of the wind remained. Chen Ling looked up, and a building resembling a medieval castle stood at the end of the winding path, like the residence of a prince lost in a fairy tale.

Chen Ling's brows furrowed tighter. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped along the path and walked forward.

The vermilion theatrical robe moved forward in the dark-toned forest. The storm blew Chen Ling's hair into disarray. When Chen Ling finally arrived before the castle gate, a low creaking sound followed, as if the owner of the castle was welcoming a guest...

Hum—

The ancient gate opened slowly, but no light from lamps shone through.

No courtyard, no rooms, no stairs, no lamps... The castle before him was like a hollowed-out shell, possessing only a magnificent exterior, while the interior was empty and dim, as if housing some mysterious existence like an abyss.

Chen Ling was not frightened by the scene before him but stepped calmly into the eerie castle.

"I'm here."

Chen Ling looked toward the deepest part of the castle, where a pair of hollow eyes opened slowly.

"You called for me, what is it?"

The hollow eyes stared at Chen Ling. Deep within those eyes, chaotic lines like a storm were constantly churning, making one feel as if they were about to fall into them just by looking...

A moment later, a series of eerie whispers sounded in Chen Ling's ears:

"...Go back..."

"Go back?" Chen Ling raised an eyebrow. "Go back where?"

Overlapping voices echoed in Chen Ling's ears. The Calamity of Thought didn't seem to be speaking a human language, but Chen Ling could understand most of it.

"Go back... Go back to the Ghost Mockery Abyss..."

"Everything else... go back... prepare... for war..."

"It... has returned..."

"If you don't leave... everyone will die... occupy... the Blue World... the only... way to live..."

"We... need you..."

Chen Ling's brows furrowed tighter.

It wanted him to go back to the Ghost Mockery Abyss?

It went to such great lengths to contact him just to deliver this message?

Chen Ling's brain raced, recalling all the words of the Calamity of Thought just now... War, Blue World, the only way to live... and...

"It"?

What is "It"? Why would it make a world-ending calamity so afraid?

As the eerie whispers became more intense, the chaotic lines in the hollow eyes suddenly disturbed violently!

A thought shot out from those eyes and drilled directly into Chen Ling's mind. Unprecedented, intense pain filled Chen Ling's head, making him unable to help but roar, his whole body bending over in pain, his face twisted!

Fragments of incomplete images flashed before Chen Ling's eyes as if they were being forcibly stuffed in!

A crimson meteor streaked across the sky;

Like God's zipper, tearing the sky open bit by bit, endless gray poured down from the void, eroding the world into a wasteland;

Countless strange calamities fled frantically. As the Red Star fell, shattering the earth, a visible red tide swept across the planet's surface, and the earth collapsed frantically toward the core;

The Red Star didn't stop. After it submerged into the earth, it seemed to travel to another world. The material world collapsed around it, and even time was swept into the vortex, annihilating toward the singularity in the center that resembled a candle flame...

"Ugh—"

Just a few images were like several heavy hammers to Chen Ling's mind. His consciousness could no longer support watching, and he began to dry-heave in pain.

Chen Ling raised his head with difficulty and looked at the hollow eyes of the Calamity of Thought. Just as he was about to ask more, everything around began to fade and dissipate. The portion of the Calamity of Thought's power summoned by the Jiangtian cult seemed to have reached its limit.

"Go back... Go back... Go back... Go back..."

Simple and repetitive words echoed in Chen Ling's mind. Chen Ling suddenly felt his consciousness being dragged away from Storm Island, falling rapidly downward.

Amidst the surrounding shadow centipedes,

The storm around Chen Ling suddenly dissipated. He opened his eyes abruptly, his body staggering, almost falling to the ground.

The large centipede beside him saw this and immediately lowered itself, its body providing support for Chen Ling. The other centipedes with scarlet shimmers on their bodies also gathered around worriedly.

"Hoo..."

Chen Ling leaned on a centipede leg, panting violently, and it took a long while for him to recover.

"Xiaotao, Miaomiao, Linglong! You're awake?!"

Almost simultaneously, Xiaobai's voice of surprise rang out.

Chen Ling turned his head and saw that Xiaotao and the others had all awakened from their coma, looking around blankly, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, his body draped in the theatrical robe standing straight again.

For some reason, he had a strong, ominous premonition in his heart... as if some great change was about to descend.