Chapter 1399: Chen Ling’s Warning

In the deathly silent palace.

Chen Ling’s figure sat up slowly from the bed...

As if noticing something, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. A broken bug carcass had been spat out onto the floor by him unconsciously, as if to prove that everything that had just happened was not a dream.

"Thank me for my contribution to the calamities?" Chen Ling frowned, unable to guess the meaning of the Calamity of Thought’s last sentence.

"What... contribution did I make?"

Chen Ling didn't understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He stood up, his head still dizzy from the hangover, took the radio from the edge of the throne, and listened intently.

There hadn't been any major news on the channels of the major realms for the past two days. The fighting on the front lines remained deadlocked. This tug-of-war, which had lasted for several months, had exhausted everyone’s energy, and the residents in the realms were no longer paying as much attention to the situation on the front lines. After all, everyone had to live; at some point, the war had permeated their daily lives.

But Chen Ling, having just finished the world-ending conference, sensed a different flavor in this calm.

"The calm before the storm..."

Chen Ling sighed softly. After thinking for a moment, he muttered to himself, "Should I... warn them?"

Chen Ling slowly closed his eyes on the throne.

A moment later,

a wisp of pitch-black gradually stained the red theatrical robes.

……

"General Jian!"

"It’s General Jian, he’s back!"

“……”

On the front line of the Xuanyu Realm, a weary figure draped in tattered armor was walking along a desolate road. Blood-stained hair hung over his shoulders, matted and solidified from long periods of fighting.

But the moment they saw him, several reporters and citizens wearing volunteer armbands crowded around. However, before they could get close, they were shaken by the intense, extreme smell of blood on him, almost unable to stop themselves from retching on the spot.

"Don't come near me." The armored figure raised his eyelids and swept a weary gaze over them.

"If your souls are damaged by the murderous aura, I won't compensate you..."

After dropping these words indifferently, he bypassed the crowd and walked toward a nearby military tent.

Watching his departing back, the group couldn't recover, forgetting even to take photos. It wasn't until someone couldn't hold it in anymore and ran to the side to retch that they regained their senses.

"Such a strong smell of blood... How many calamities did General Jian kill?"

"I don't know, but I heard he killed for two days and two nights on the front line before coming back. It must be at least several hundred, right?"

"Killed for two days and two nights?! Doesn't he get tired?"

"General Jian is like this every time he goes to the battlefield. He won't come back until he’s exhausted."

"So amazing..."

"Oh no, did any of you take a photo just now?? It would have been today’s headline news!"

“……”

Under the flashing camera lights, Jian Changsheng lifted the tent flap and ducked inside.

Behind the flap, a figure wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses was lying on a rocking chair, looking completely exhausted. In the corner of the tent next to him, in a patch of soil that had clearly been freshly turned, half of a snow-white head was vaguely visible, currently motionless, looking like a white radish newly planted in the ground.

Seeing Jian Changsheng, who was covered in blood, return, Sun Bumian, who was lying down, glanced at him and said helplessly:

"I say, aren't you pushing yourself a bit too hard?"

"Since I promised the Xuanyu base I’d give it my all, of course I have to do it." Jian Changsheng was just about to sit on a stool nearby when Sun Bumian stood up and offered him his rocking chair.

Jian Changsheng didn't decline, plopping down and lying back, letting out a comfortable groan.

"You wake up every day and go straight to the battlefield, killing until you're exhausted before coming back. This has been going on for months... If this continues, can your body hold up?" Sun Bumian asked, leaning against a pillar with a frown.

"Don't forget, I am the [Asura]... This level of intensity is nothing to me."

Jian Changsheng raised his scarred palms, a faint light flickering in his eyes. "And thanks to the continuous fighting over these past few months, I feel... I’m about to break through again."

"Damn, you really are a monster." Sun Bumian complained.

The role of an Asura in war was unquestionable, and this kind of large-scale battlefield was also a hotbed for an Asura’s promotion.

Over the past few months, Jian Changsheng had killed more calamities than Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua combined several times over. On the battlefield as a whole, he was an absolute pillar of strength. Because of this, they had become honored guests of the Xuanyu Realm, and Jian Changsheng’s reputation among the public had reached a terrifying level.

To outsiders, Jian Changsheng was the invincible General Jian, but only Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua knew what kind of effort Jian Changsheng had put in behind the scenes.

Sun Bumian walked to the corner of the tent to pour a glass of water for Jian Changsheng, and just as he was about to turn and hand it to him, a slight snoring sound came from the rocking chair.

Sun Bumian: "..."

Sun Bumian silently drank the water himself, preparing to find a stool to rest for a while, when the next second, Jian Changsheng on the rocking chair shuddered, flipping over onto the ground along with the chair!

THUD—!

A dull sound echoed inside the tent.

Sun Bumian’s expression changed, his pupils, nested with rings, immediately scanned the surroundings, and he said with full vigilance:

"Enemy attack?? Where is the enemy??"

Even Jiang Xiaohua, who was sleeping in the ground, was startled, a white-haired head popping out of the ground with a "pop," looking around in confusion.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Jian Changsheng, beside him, climbed up from the ground, leaning on the rocking chair, a flash of confusion in his eyes.

"I just... seemed to dream of Red Heart?"

"What?" Sun Bumian was stunned. "He sent you a dream? What did he say to you?"

The three of the 6-generation knew Chen Ling’s abilities, so they definitely didn't think Jian Changsheng’s dream was that simple. It was highly likely that Chen Ling was using the thought storm in the Ghost Mockery Abyss to convey some information to them.

"I just... seemed to have fallen asleep, and then he slapped me directly." Jian Changsheng rubbed his cheek, racking his brain to recall. "And then... I woke up..."

"Woke up? And that’s it?"

"Seems like that’s it..."

Just as Jian Changsheng finished speaking, the tent flap was suddenly blown open by a strong wind.

The three of them looked outside at the same time, and saw that behind the fluttering flap, a figure draped in black theatrical robes was already standing there. The robes fluttered in the storm, and the person’s face was mostly obscured by the flap...

"Red Heart??" Sun Bumian said in surprise.

"They are about to launch an all-out attack." Outside the tent, a calm voice sounded.

"Warn the major realms, prepare for battle."

WHOOSH—

A hurricane mixed with sand and dust swept past the tent entrance, and the figure in the theatrical robes faded into the wind and sand, disappearing without a trace.

The next second,

Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian, and Jiang Xiaohua, who were sleeping in the tent, all sat up in shock!!