Chapter 1539: Going to the Banquet Alone

Chen Ling didn't know what had happened to Lou Yu, nor did he know which time Lou Yu had activated the era archive, or at what point in the future he was... But he was certain that the Lou Yu at that moment no longer held even a shred of murderous intent toward him.

Of course, having no murderous intent then didn't mean there wasn't any now. But the Chen Ling of today was no longer the Chen Ling who could be easily manipulated...

He was now the Red King of the Dusk Agency, one of the chess players with the power to overturn the world.

Even if this was a Hongmen Banquet, he had the confidence to attend it alone!

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Chen Ling said.

Seeing this, Sun Bumian didn't try to persuade him further. If the person going to the banquet alone were Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian would likely have knocked the reckless fool out and dragged him away. But since it was Chen Ling saying this, Sun Bumian felt quite at ease...

"Then Plum Blossom and I will continue to stand by here. If anything goes wrong, we'll rush over and smash the Eternal Realm for you."

Sun Bumian patted his chest.

Chen Ling smiled slightly.

"Alright."

Chen Ling packed up briefly and set off to leave the Tian-Shu Realm.

The Eternal Realm was not in a fixed location; the Eternal Wuji Jun kept it suspended in the sky, moving in real-time... Ordinary people had no way of finding the location of this realm, but Diamond 8’s letter had already indicated the method for entering it.

On the night of the half-moon, above the abyss.

The first half of the sentence represented the time—if Chen Ling’s calculations were correct, tonight happened to be the half-moon... As for "above the abyss," that was the location. In the current world, there should only be one "abyss" in existence.

The Ghost-Mocking Abyss.

This was also why Chen Ling felt Lou Yu wouldn't have strong hostility. If he really wanted to kill him, why would he specifically choose a location at the base camp where his own side had the most combat power?

Though that was what he said, Chen Ling wouldn't pin all his hopes on a vague "guess"...

He already had a preliminary plan.

Chen Ling slowly closed his eyes.

……

The Eternal Realm.

The dungeon.

Candlelight flickered silently on the walls, the scattered glimmer dispelling the ink-like darkness. At the end of the long, narrow corridor, rows of cells constructed from an unknown alloy were stacked in order.

There were quite a few figures imprisoned in these cells—hundreds of them—and they all appeared to be civilians.

Unlike dungeons in other realms, these hundreds of civilians were not held in a mass confinement. Each person had their own individual cell, equipped with a private toilet, a tidy bed, and even the slippers were made of velvet... In terms of living conditions alone, it was even more luxurious than the current human realms.

The civilians imprisoned here bore no scars, and their physical states didn't look haggard, yet their eyes were filled with intense bitterness and desolation.

As figures in full armor passed through the long corridor, these prisoners cast their gazes out from their cages, a flicker of confusion in their eyes.

Leading them was a man in his thirties. The armor he wore looked somewhat similar to the knight armor that had guarded the Witchcraft Association in the former Wuji Realm, but it was harder, lighter, and brighter... He stood tall and walked with a brisk, powerful stride, eventually arriving in front of a certain cell.

Dim candlelight flickered on the walls.

On the cell bed, a young man wearing a grey classical long gown and gold-rimmed glasses sat cross-legged. Seemingly sensing their arrival, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Dusk Agency Diamond 8, Mo Yao." The man casually tossed a pen into the cell and said in a deep voice, "It’s time for you to write a letter."

Although the Eternal Realm’s dungeon consisted of individual rooms, it was not soundproof. At this moment, many gazes from the surrounding cells converged in this direction... The expressions of these civilians as they looked at Mo Yao were varied, and they all seemed somewhat nervous.

Mo Yao lowered his eyelids and responded calmly:

"I’ve said it before, I won't help you write any more letters."

"Mo Yao, Lord Wuji Jun appreciates you, but that doesn't mean you can refuse our requests! It’s been so many days; don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" The man seemed to have lost his patience, his armored arm slamming hard against the cell bars!

*Clang—!*

A deep sound echoed through the dungeon, and the expressions of the other prisoners grew even worse.

Mo Yao remained unmoved. He didn't even look at the pen. His gold-rimmed glasses lifted slowly, his gaze calm as still water:

"My letters are carriers of longing, not a substitute for radio communication tools."

"You’re just a messenger, and you’re acting all noble??"

The man’s chest heaved violently, seemingly angered by the repeated defiance of this frail young man. He didn't intend to continue "reasoning" and gave a look to his subordinates behind him.

The subordinates immediately understood his meaning and sent someone to blow out all the candles on the walls, plunging the entire dungeon into darkness.

The moment darkness enveloped them, the other prisoners were startled and began to cry out in panic. But as the armored figures warned them with heavy punches against their cell doors, those sounds gradually vanished into fear.

Following that came a harsh, creaking sound...

Mo Yao could feel the cell door opening in the darkness. A tall figure walked directly in front of him, and a whistling sound of air being broken suddenly came!

*Bang—!!*

Mo Yao felt a massive force strike his cheek, and his entire body was slammed heavily to the ground.

Immediately after, wave after wave of intense pain came from his abdomen, as if a heavy armored boot was repeatedly kicking his stomach... But even so, Mo Yao didn't make a sound.

"What are you acting so high and mighty for?! Before, when Lord Wuji Jun asked you to invite the Red King, didn't you write it in the end?! If Wuji Jun asks you to write, it’s useful, but if I ask you to write, it’s useless?? Do you look down on me??"

"Are you going to write or not??"

"Write or not!!"

*Pfft—*

Mo Yao spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, his grey long gown stained with spots of blood. His messy hair draped over his gold-rimmed glasses. In the dim light, he remained silent.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells couldn't bear to watch anymore. An old man couldn't help but speak up:

"Isn't the Eternal Realm supposed to be a place where one can be imprisoned but not humiliated? You little captain of the knights, how dare you disregard Wuji Jun’s words like this?!"

"Exactly! Wuji Jun set the rules himself, how dare you openly..."

*Bang—!!*

"Shut up!" The man slammed a fist against the neighboring cell. "Whoever dares to say another word, I’ll beat them along with him!"

The man looked back down at his feet. Mo Yao was still lying on the ground without a sound, and the anger in the man’s eyes grew even more intense. He grabbed Mo Yao’s hair and hauled him up, just about to say something else...

In the next second, a voice came from the end of the dungeon:

"Wuji Jun has an order!"

"Immediately bring Diamond 8, Mo Yao, for interrogation! He is to meet Wuji Jun!!"