Chapter 1540: Communication of Thoughts

Hearing this, the armored man was stunned.

Summoned by Wuji Jun?

Why at this time of all times...

The man looked at the battered Mo Yao at his feet, his expression somewhat ugly. After thinking for a moment, he beckoned to his subordinates:

"Take him to wash his face first, get all the blood off, and then change him into clean clothes."

"Yes."

Mo Yao felt two strong arms lift him up and walk slowly out of the dungeon.

Dim candlelight receded on both sides. Mo Yao lowered his head, and in the haze, his thoughts seemed to be pulled by some force, drifting toward a certain place in the void...

Mo Yao’s head tilted, and he fell into unconsciousness.

……

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a desolate, grey world.

Rugged ground extended in all directions, and in the distance were rolling mountain ranges. At the end of those mountains, a blood-red sun hung silently, like a massive red paper eyeball, staring down at the earth below.

At first glance, this looked like the Grey Realm, but looking closely, it was somewhat different... At the very least, the Grey Realm had never had a blood-red sun.

"Where is this..." Mo Yao was somewhat dazed.

He looked down at his body. The injuries he had just received were not present. He was still wearing his proper classical grey long gown, as if he hadn't arrived here in his physical body, but only as a thought.

A thought...

Mo Yao seemed to remember something.

He immediately turned toward the red sun, raised his hands, and bowed respectfully:

"Diamond 8, greets the Red King."

At the same time, the red sun began to expand, gradually swallowing the mountains and the earth below, as if a massive red planet were rapidly approaching...

Within that sun, which almost obscured the sky, a pair of cinnabar earrings swayed silently, and a figure draped in a black-bottomed, red-patterned opera robe stepped out.

"Diamond 8," Chen Ling’s voice sounded. "What is your current situation? Are you in danger?"

Mo Yao opened his mouth slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"...No."

"Really no?"

"Yes, I am on my way to see Wuji Jun."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, his expression relaxing a little: "I have to wait until the half-moon tonight to step into the Eternal Realm... It’s good that you aren't in danger."

Mo Yao was stunned. "Lord Red King, didn't I tell you not to come? The Eternal Realm is Wuji Jun’s territory. Here, he has become an existence comparable to the Creator. It is too dangerous for you to attend the banquet alone... Did you not see the letter within the letter?"

When Wuji Jun first asked him to write to the Red King, Mo Yao had actually refused. But Wuji Jun said that even if he didn't write, as long as he released the news that Diamond 8 was being held hostage in the Eternal Realm and was in imminent danger, the Red King would still come... He might even bring other members, and a great battle would be inevitable.

Mo Yao also asked, since Wuji Jun could make the Red King come regardless of whether he wrote or not, why make him write?

Wuji Jun said he hoped to express goodwill to the Red King through his letter...

He didn't want to start a war with the Dusk Agency.

So after much hesitation, Mo Yao wrote the invitation letter, but he also left a method in the letter to warn that the Eternal Realm was dangerous and to tell the Red King not to come.

This way, he could prevent a war between the Dusk Agency and the Eternal Realm, and also keep the Red King from easily stepping into Wuji Jun’s trap... The only price was his own life.

"I saw it," Chen Ling responded calmly.

"But as long as you do not betray the Dusk Agency, the Dusk Agency... will not abandon you."

Mo Yao stood frozen in place.

He looked at the young figure in the opera robe, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

When the new Red King took office, apart from those members who were already very familiar with Chen Ling, the others were uncertain... They didn't know Chen Ling and only inferred his personality from newspapers and rumors.

Mo Yao had thought that no matter what the new Red King’s personality was, he was a Dusk Agency member and had to consider the Agency’s interests; he couldn't let the Red King take risks.

But he hadn't expected this new Red King to be so firm and loyal.

Mo Yao didn't know what to say, so he could only bow again:

"...Thank you, Red King."

"Tell me in detail how you were kidnapped to the Eternal Realm... and what the current situation of the Eternal Realm is, and if there are any potential risks," Chen Ling said earnestly.

"I need to know all the information."

……

"Hey."

"Wake up!!"

It was unknown how much time had passed when Mo Yao was awakened by violent shaking.

He opened his eyes hazily to see the armored man who had just beaten him standing beside him, looking him up and down, and then saying coldly:

"Let’s go, Lord Wuji Jun wants to see you."

Mo Yao sat up slowly from a translucent, jade-like square platform.

Opposite him was a massive, gold-engraved mirror. In the mirror, he was wearing a clean, elegant long gown with silver thread sewn into the cuffs and hem. A delicate, pure gold chain hung from the temples of his gold-rimmed glasses, making him look literary yet noble.

Most importantly, the blood on Mo Yao’s face had been washed away, though the faint bruises beneath his skin couldn't recover immediately. Fortunately, as long as one didn't get close and look carefully, it wasn't very noticeable.

Mo Yao frowned slightly; he didn't like this noble attire.

But under the man’s urging, he followed behind him, walking slowly along the jade floor toward the end of the corridor.

The surface wounds could be washed, but the internal injuries from those few blows still caused Mo Yao pain, making his walk somewhat unsteady. The man walking in front had no intention of waiting for him, walking straight to that magnificent, tall door, knocking a few times, and pushing it open to enter.

*Hum—*

As the door, several meters high, was pushed open, a vast and solemn space came into Mo Yao’s view.

In terms of spatial sense, this looked like a palace, but it was far less luxurious than the corridor or the changing room. The obsidian floor was currently piled with all sorts of things of unknown material—some looking like soil, others like roots—turning the original palace into a large-scale farmland.

On the ridge of the field, a figure draped in a black robe sat quietly, the translucent gemstone between his brows emitting a captivating glimmer.

Hearing someone enter, he turned his head slightly, a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss looking over.

"Lord Wuji Jun, Mo Yao has been brought."

The armored man, changing from his previous arrogance, spoke respectfully.

Wuji Jun didn't even look at him, his gaze falling directly on Mo Yao... At this moment, Mo Yao felt as if he were being stared at by a hunting hawk, his whole body feeling as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

After a brief pause, Wuji Jun’s deep eyes narrowed slightly.