Chapter 1453: Red Umbrella Collecting Souls

"Hoo—hoo—hoo..."

The aurora that submerged the earth gradually dissipated.

In the wailing cold wind, Chen Ling, bleeding from his seven orifices, stumbled and fell to his knees in the snow.

The scorching breath exhaled from his lips was instantly frozen into tiny ice mist. Chen Ling greedily gasped for the air of narrow escape, as if wanting to release the pressure that had accumulated in his heart during this time to his heart’s content.

He won the gamble.

From the southernmost to the northernmost, from the South Sea Domain to the Aurora Domain, from fighting the full-body Calamity of Mockery to the end of the road, in the end, he still completed an impossible performance on this stage where no one cared... Erasing the Calamity of Thought with a Seventh-Tier body.

This was the first world-ending calamity truly killed by humanity so far.

The one who killed it was not Chen Ling,

But Lord Aurora.

But if the Calamity of Thought hadn't chosen to assimilate the ancestor of the Pu family, relying on its own strength and weirdness, even if it reenacted this battle of wits, the remnant thought of Lord Aurora couldn't have killed the Calamity of Thought so easily.

From this perspective, the one who killed the Calamity of Thought was not Chen Ling, nor Lord Aurora... but its own arrogance and greed.

Chen Ling looked up at the sky.

At this time, the sky full of aurora that had originally flowed was extremely dim. All the backup plans left by Yang Xiao were exhausted, and the souls of millions of residents that had once been engraved on the sky also began to gradually dissipate...

They had witnessed everything, but now, they would eventually leave.

The aurora was about to disappear.

Chen Ling’s chapped lips parted, his heart extremely complicated...

It was he who brought the Calamity of Thought here, it was he who called for Lord Aurora to take action. Even if erasing the Calamity of Thought together was the decision of these souls themselves, Chen Ling still felt guilty. After all, they had existed here for so long, but in the end, it was he who guided them to the ending of dissipation...

No...

Wait!

Chen Ling suddenly seemed to think of something, and a glimmer of light lit up in his gray eyes.

He raised his hand and reached into the void beside him, his pale face showing unprecedented seriousness...

A moment later,

Petals of vermilion gathered out of the void!

These petals swirled in Chen Ling’s hands, rapidly outlining and reorganizing. Within a few seconds, a large red paper umbrella made of petals was gently held in his palm.

This was the ability Chen Ling gained after stepping into the Seventh-Tier.

This seemed to be the exclusive weapon of the Calamity of Mockery.

When he fully released the Calamity of Mockery twice before, Chen Ling had seen this red paper umbrella in the images projected by the curtain. It possessed the ability to infinitely contain souls, and in battle, it could also instantly erupt with terrifying destructive power by consuming the souls contained within... And the more souls, the stronger the destructive power. Theoretically, there was no upper limit.

The Calamity of Mockery not long ago had used this umbrella to contain a large number of calamity souls, scaring away the Calamity of Taboo in one blow.

But setting aside the attack characteristic of "consuming souls," wasn't this large red paper umbrella a unique soul containment facility in the world?

Chen Ling carefully sensed the ability of this red paper umbrella. Just as he thought, the space inside it was infinitely large, and as long as Chen Ling wanted, he could conjure everything within it. Chen Ling had even found a large number of "purgatory areas" for torturing souls within it... The former Calamity of Mockery had become a nightmare in the hearts of countless living beings precisely because of this large red paper umbrella.

This also made Chen Ling understand why it was said that dying at the hands of the Calamity of Mockery was far more terrifying than death itself.

"Lord Aurora has protected you for so many years, I can't let you vanish into smoke because of me..."

"If you trust me, then stay in this umbrella for the time being."

"If there is a chance in the future..."

"Perhaps, you can reappear in the world."

Among the ruins where frost surged, the actor wearing the theatrical robe slowly opened the red umbrella, like a bright red flower blooming in this dead, silent world.

The next moment, the sky full of aurora that had originally dimmed and dissipated seemed to receive some kind of guidance, gathering toward the large red paper umbrella like a vortex, and massive amounts of souls swarmed into the space inside the umbrella.

Chen Ling held the umbrella and looked up, only to see tiny lights lit up under the inner surface of the umbrella, like stars dotted inside the umbrella.

After all the souls gathered into the umbrella, Chen Ling slowly closed it, turning it into petals and hiding it in the void.

"Goodbye... Aurora City."

Chen Ling took one last look at the city in the ruins and muttered to himself.

He turned and left.

Even though most of the territory of the Forbidden Sea had been destroyed by the passing Red Star, the bone-chilling cold still filled the world. Chen Ling stumbled step by step along the scarred earth. Everywhere he looked, there were chaotic, floating Gray World fragments.

At this time, Chen Ling’s vision was already blurred. After such a long high-intensity chase and escape, plus the extreme overdrawing of spiritual power, and just now forcibly opening the Seventh-Tier ability to contain the souls of Aurora City...

His small figure stumbled in the Gray World, swaying like a drunkard. At this time, if any calamity appeared, it could probably take his life.

Chen Ling’s legs stepped mechanically, his consciousness gradually sinking, and finally, he didn't know how long he persisted in walking before his eyes went black...

"Bad..."

The last thought in Chen Ling’s mind at this moment was to pray that no calamity or human would approach.

He didn't trust calamities, and he didn't trust humans either. Now, if he were to faint in this far northern wilderness without any defense, it would be equivalent to completely entrusting his life to heaven. But even if he didn't want to, there was no way; his body had reached its limit.

THUMP—

Chen Ling fell to the ground.

The wailing cold wind echoed, and the hem of the red-bottomed, black-patterned theatrical robe fluttered silently in the wind...

At the end of the horizon, a calamity that had just fled from the Tian-Shu Domain was walking dejectedly on the broken earth. Immediately after, it seemed to smell the scent of blood, and its head turned violently toward a certain direction not far away.

It was a bit puzzled, and a bit pleasantly surprised, cautiously approaching the fallen blood-colored figure.

Just then,

A thread of red light instantly streaked across the sky.

The calamity still maintained the state of moving forward, but its head had already rolled to the ground, blood splashing on the ground. In the pupils of its severed head, there still remained confusion and horror!

Everything in front of it was gradually shrouded in black. Just as it was about to breathe its last, it saw a girl wearing a black long dress, holding a red thread, walking slowly toward here.

The red thread swayed gently in the void. The other end of the red thread in the girl’s hand was connected to Chen Ling, who had fainted in the distance.

She stopped in front of Chen Ling.

"Master... I found him." Liu Qingyan’s voice sounded in the wind.

Behind her, a beautiful figure wearing a gray robe walked out slowly. In her gaze looking at the fallen figure, a flash of complexity crossed.