Chapter 1822: I Am Different From You

"The Forbidden Calamity, huh..."

Clang—clang—clang...

The train whistle roared as the Domain Train sped across the pitch-black land.

Inside the quiet carriage, Chen Ling sat alone by the window. The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered silently, and the fountain pen in his hand touched the paper, leaving a smudge of ink.

Chen Ling could sense that a world-ending aura as vast as the sun in the Gray Realm had disappeared.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Among the six great world-enders of the Gray Realm, although the Forbidden Calamity was the most steady and conservative, hiding in the deep sea all day, its strength was definitely not weak. In the previous world, the members of the Twilight Society had relied on the giant sword from the Military Path's ancient treasury to wipe it out.

But in this life, Ying Fu had actually soloed the Forbidden Calamity and destroyed the entire Forbidden Sea in such a short time...

Chen Ling was not surprised that Ying Fu would win, but he had won too quickly and too easily.

At this rate, Ying Fu could slaughter all the world-enders except for the Mockery Calamity and the Thought Calamity in at most a day... Moreover, Ying Fu held so many divine paths that he must have the ability to cause damage to the Thought Calamity, so destroying it was a certainty. As for the Mockery Calamity...

Chen Ling knew very well that even the Mockery Calamity in its prime was no match for Ying Fu at this moment.

However...

Things might not develop so smoothly.

Just as Chen Ling thought of this, a cluster of thoughts surged into his mind... It was not triggered by Chen Ling.

"Trying to drag me into this?" Chen Ling snorted coldly.

At the same time,

the Thought Calamity's thoughts were transmitted to his mind from across the distance.

Outside the window of the Domain Train, several phantoms flickered in and out of existence. There was a skeletal dragon flapping its wings, a turbid Buddha-tree crawling along, a thousand-eyed beast skin dancing in the wind, and a scarlet shadow grinning at the front of the train...

And in the seat opposite Chen Ling, a humanoid storm gradually took shape.

Chen Ling didn't even look up at them, quietly drawing and writing on the paper with his fountain pen.

These guys were not the real bodies existing here; they were just the Thought Calamity using thoughts to invade and attempt to occupy Chen Ling's mind... And Chen Ling was also using thought-invasion to counter the opponent's ability.

This train, surrounded by the phantoms of world-enders, was the product of their mental struggle.

"That human emperor has already killed his way here." The storm phantom opposite Chen Ling spoke in a deep voice, "I know you don't belong to this world, but the Mockery Calamity is the Mockery Calamity. If we die, you will sooner or later be wiped out by him... Why don't we join forces now and eradicate him together?"

Chen Ling's pen tip suddenly paused.

The orange lamplight danced silently,

Chen Ling's face flickered in the light and shadow. He looked up at the humanoid storm opposite him:

"...You're wrong."

"Where am I wrong?"

"I am not the Mockery Calamity," Chen Ling said faintly,

"I am Chen Ling... the sixth-generation Red King of the Twilight Society, Chen Ling."

Chen Ling slowly put down his fountain pen, his hands resting calmly on his knees. The theatrical robe with red base and black patterns was complex and menacing in the flickering candlelight.

"I am indeed at odds with him."

"I am indeed going to settle the score with him."

"But, even if I eventually die under his sword, I will not join forces with you world-enders to harm the most important pillar of humanity today."

"I am..."

"different from you."

Chen Ling's voice fell.

The entire carriage fell into a dead silence.

A touch of scarlet spread from the hem of Chen Ling's theatrical robe, gradually soaking the entire carriage, as if he had made up his mind to fight the Thought Calamity's thoughts to the death... Red and black divided the carriage, and Chen Ling and the Thought Calamity sat on either side of the boundary, staring at each other in silence.

"You can continue to waste time here with me, or try to crush me with your thoughts," Chen Ling spoke again,

"but every extra second you waste here, that human emperor will have one more second to deal with the other world-enders... Without you, the mastermind, how long can they hold out against the emperor?"

Chen Ling's words seemed to completely enrage the Thought Calamity. The hollow eyes of the humanoid storm expanded violently, and the blackness covering the carriage roared forward for a moment...

But the next second, it retreated calmly, disappearing into the carriage bit by bit like a receding tide.

The humanoid storm stood up silently.

It looked at Chen Ling before the kerosene lamp and spoke coldly:

"The Mockery Calamity is the Mockery Calamity... Even if you can deceive yourself, you cannot change how humanity views you."

"One day, you will be hurt beyond recognition by the humans you want to protect."

"I hope by then... you won't regret it."

"That won't require your concern," Chen Ling replied faintly.

The Thought Calamity's figure gradually became transparent and finally disappeared without a trace, along with the other world-ender phantoms surrounding the train.

Clang—clang—clang...

The Domain Train continued to shuttle through the Gray Realm.

Chen Ling picked up his pen again and began to lightly sketch on the paper. The locations of various human prisons were clearly marked on the page... Next to each prison, several unfamiliar names were written.

As he continued to sketch, he glanced at the dim Gray Realm outside the window... He parted his lips and murmured in a voice only he could hear:

"They are setting a trap for you..."

"Take care of yourself."

……

On the other side of the Gray Realm.

Ying Fu, who had traversed the void and arrived at the edge of the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest, paused slightly.

He turned his head to look at a certain direction in the void, his eyes radiating golden imperial might narrowing silently... A moment later, he looked back at the exceptionally quiet Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest before him.

And then,

he took a firm step forward.

The moment Ying Fu stepped into the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest, his vast imperial might swept across heaven and earth again. He had no intention of hiding himself or retreating; instead, he declared war on the entire Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest in the most open and upright manner!

Today, he carried the hatred humanity had accumulated for over three hundred years, representing the sharpest sword of humanity in this era.

How could he avoid the edge of these beasts?

The moment Ying Fu stepped into the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest, giant tree trunks that seemed to reach the clouds burst from the surrounding earth, connecting with each other above Ying Fu like a huge, hideous cage of flesh and blood, directly trapping him inside!

At the same time, a vast world-ending aura erupted from the depths of the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest!

Hum—!!

A Buddha figure, seemingly surrounded by a holy halo, slowly stood up from the filthy mud. The tumor-like fruit that looked exactly like a Buddha's head suddenly opened a hideous giant mouth, letting out a shrill, sharp roar at Ying Fu!

Not only that, a howling gale pressed down from the firmament, and a skeletal giant shadow that blotted out the sky continued to enlarge on the ground...

A thousand-eyed beast skin disguised as an ordinary tree trunk opened its eyes simultaneously beneath Ying Fu's feet;

a storm that seemed not to exist in the real world erupted within his thoughts;

a faceless black shadow, holding a jar of five-poison wine, stood in the distant void, grinning hideously at the tiny imperial shadow imprisoned in the Bitter Flesh Turbid Forest.

In an instant, five world-ending auras, like monstrous waves, rolled toward Ying Fu simultaneously!!

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