Chapter 1317: Dream

At this moment, as if he had realized something, his expression turned incredibly ugly:

"You are not Chen Ling!! You are... the Calamity of Derision??"

"Chen Ling failed?"

"No, that’s not right... How could the Calamity of Derision possibly possess the ability of the Calamity of Thought??"

The Calamity of Thought stared blankly at the laughing Black-Robed Theatrical Shadow, seemingly unable to comprehend this either... But soon, it stopped obsessing over where the Black-Robed Theatrical Shadow’s ability came from. The confusion in its eyes gradually turned into excitement and ecstasy, and it actually began to laugh wildly along with the Black-Robed Theatrical Shadow!

Yes!

That’s more like it!!

Compared to that Chen Ling who spent all day hanging around with humans, the current Calamity of Derision, which was crazily striking back at the human realm, was truly worthy of being the "Calamity of Derision"! It was worthy of being a King of Calamity!!

Although it didn't know how it had done it, if it possessed its own power, it would become stronger than ever before! With such a Calamity of Derision helping them, taking over the human realm would be as easy as turning over one's hand!!

The next moment, the aura of a Nine Sovereign erupted from the location of the Lakeside Pavilion!!

"Calamity of Thought!!!!"

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

Chu Changqing did not have a Thought Storm and could not see the three figures within it, but he could vaguely distinguish that this was the ability of the Calamity of Thought... However, after carefully sniffing the scent, his brows furrowed tightly.

"No, this is not the aura of the Calamity of Thought..."

"This is..."

"The Calamity of Derision?"

Chu Changqing’s gaze locked onto the direction of the Abyss of Ghostly Derision.

The Black-Robed Theatrical Shadow stood atop the Thought Storm, his black eyes coldly watching Chu Changqing. He held immense resentment toward Chu Changqing in his heart, but due to the existence of the Vow Gu, he could not enter the South Sea Realm, and he could not kill a Nine Sovereign with the Thought Storm alone...

In the end, he slowly raised his thumb and made a throat-slitting gesture at Chu Changqing from across the distance, his savage smile chillingly cold.

Using his thoughts to kill thousands from afar was his revenge against them, and also his retaliation against Chu Changqing!

Since you drove me out of the South Sea Realm, you must pay the price...

One day, I will kill you with my own hands.

The Black-Robed Theatrical Shadow waved his hand gently, and the Thought Storm shrouding the South Sea Realm slowly dissipated, leaving behind only an incredibly furious Chu Changqing and a bloody scene of over a thousand people who had died suddenly.

……

Xuan Yu Realm.

Jian Changsheng, fast asleep, smacked his lips and rolled over in bed while scratching his butt.

Slap—!!

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his cheek and sat bolt upright in bed!

The room remained pitch black, with heavy curtains blocking all light from outside. Aside from Jian Changsheng himself, Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua were lying in their respective beds, fast asleep.

"Who?!!" Jian Changsheng’s eyes widened. "Damn you, Cube! Was it you who ambushed me while I was sleeping!!"

Strangely, even though Jian Changsheng was cursing loudly, Sun Bumian remained in a deep sleep, showing no signs of being woken up at all...

The more this happened, the more Jian Changsheng felt that this bastard was the one who had slapped him. He was so angry he was about to get out of bed to give Sun Bumian a good smack, but the next second, he froze in place.

In the dim room, a figure wearing a pitch-black theatrical robe had appeared out of thin air like a ghost before him.

"...Heart?"

Seeing that face, Jian Changsheng was stunned.

Then his eyes lit up with excitement. "Heart, you came to find us??"

The Black-Robed Theatrical Shadow sneered and kicked Jian Changsheng directly in the chest!

Bang—!!!

Jian Changsheng, who had been sleeping like a dead pig, suddenly rolled over violently, tumbled off the side of the bed with a thud, and fell heavily to the floor!

Jian Changsheng finally woke up from his dream in a shock!!

Before he could react, two more dull thuds echoed as Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua also rolled off their beds from their sleep, followed by a series of startled "Ouch" sounds from the side.

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 Bumian was baffled.

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

"Hell, me too. That guy seemed to slap me awake, and then before I could react, he punched me in the chest!" Sun Bumian added immediately.

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

"What about you?"

"...Same as you guys, he kicked me off the bed." Jian Changsheng shrugged.

"That’s not right... How did the three of us dream of Heart at the same time?" Sun Bumian’s brows furrowed tightly. "And his appearance seemed a bit different from before..."

"Why would Heart hit me?" Jiang Xiaohua felt a bit aggrieved.

"No!"

A flash of vigilance crossed the depths of Jian Changsheng’s eyes. "That wasn't Heart... Something must have happened to him."

Sun Bumian, Jiang Xiaohua, and Jian Changsheng looked at each other and began to get dressed without hesitation.

"No time to lose."

"We’re going to the Abyss of Ghostly Derision right now!!"

……

Ancient Treasury of the Theatrical Path.

Snap—!

Ning Ruyu’s hand shook slightly, and his white porcelain teacup fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.

Ning Ruyu, who had been sitting on a wooden chair leisurely enjoying the breeze, had a brief moment of absent-mindedness before immediately returning to normal, his brows furrowing tightly!!

He didn't even look at the shattered teacup on the floor, but stood up and transformed into a streak of lightning-fast white light, rushing toward the depths of the Ancient Treasury of the Theatrical Path!

Besides him, several other figures were approaching the same location.

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

"Yes."

Ning Ruyu’s tone was incredibly low. "...Something happened to Junior Brother."

"What should we do? He should be in the Abyss of Ghostly Derision right now, right?" the voice of the Minor Role sounded from the side. "If we rush over now, will we make it in time?"

Ning Ruyu opened his mouth to say something, but remembering the Red King’s instructions, he ultimately shook his head:

"Don't be hasty... I’ll go report to Master and see what he says."

Although Luan Mei and the others were incredibly worried, they 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 Ancient Treasury of the Theatrical Path, outside the door of the building that resembled an ancestral hall.

"Master! I just dreamed of Junior Brother, he seems to..." Ning Ruyu stepped through the gate and spoke nervously, but before he could finish his sentence, he froze in place.

He saw that on a wooden chair in the ancestral hall, a beautiful young man wearing a theatrical robe was sitting casually, one hand propping up his chin, the other gently pinching something... A small, invisible storm was imprisoned at his fingertips, unable to break free no matter which direction it turned.

"To think he actually crawled into my thoughts on his own..." The Red King sneered.

"A guy who wins by cheating dares to be this arrogant."

"Truly..."

"Courting death."