Chapter 1862: Let the World Recognize You Once More

The scarlet planet hanging high above the Red Dust Prison slowly dissipated.

The next moment, the entire sky suddenly looked like a disturbed old television, twisting and flickering violently, as if even the spatial dimensions were being interfered with by some extreme power, remaining unstable.

The red paper retreated like a tide, and a figure in theatrical robes was like an alien existing between "existence" and "non-existence," appearing and disappearing from time to time, with a bizarre aura permeating the air...

But as the red mark on Chen Ling’s forehead flickered frantically, the excess Red Star wish power flowed back into the seal bit by bit, and the dimension boundaries around him, which had already been extremely fragile, gradually stabilized.

Seeing that the scene around him was no longer changing, Chen Ling breathed a slight sigh of relief.

That was close,

almost ascended dimensions again.

Chen Ling had almost blown his own body apart because he possessed too much Red Star wish power, floating out of this candlelight world... Now, although Chen Ling had promoted to the Ninth Rank and his endurance had reached a new level, the Red Star wish power was even more vigorous and terrifying after swallowing the Mockery Calamity.

Chen Ling had a premonition that if he didn't use the seal to lock away a portion of the wish power right now, he would probably be forcibly squeezed out of this world again.

Seeing Chen Ling walk out of the red paper alone, the thought in the Thought Calamity’s mind was confirmed.

At this moment, only one thought remained in its mind:

Monster...

This Chen Ling had already transcended the category of world-ending calamity and had become a monster even more terrifying than the world-enders!

The Thought Calamity understood everything, but it still didn't want to die. It frantically slammed its body against the surrounding storm of thoughts, but perhaps because Chen Ling had swallowed the Mockery Calamity and his power had increased again, this storm of thoughts was even more powerful than the Thought Calamity’s own!

"What’s going on?"

"Why does it seem like it suddenly went crazy?"

The Duke of Jun saw the giant shadow in the storm struggling frantically, a look of doubt appearing between his brows.

Hum—!!

Before the Dukes could react, the storm of thoughts that had originally trapped the Thought Calamity suddenly turned into a giant hand. The thick five fingers gradually closed, forcibly squeezing the Thought Calamity’s body within them.

The Thought Calamity struggled even more intensely, like a burning flame, frantically trying to crawl out from between the fingers, but in the end, it was forcibly suppressed and completely controlled in the palm...

"Chen Ling! We can talk this over..."

Clang—!!

Just as the Thought Calamity’s thoughts were transmitted, in the next second, a sword light with majestic imperial might slashed through its body!

Ying Fu’s Imperial Sword was above all paths in the world, capable of slashing the real and the void... Coupled with the fact that Chen Ling had attached the storm of thoughts of the same origin as the Thought Calamity to the sword, this sword strike cut the Thought Calamity in two.

The thoughts transmitted to Chen Ling’s mind came to an abrupt end.

At this time, the Thought Calamity had already been worn down to a severe injury by the joint efforts of several Dukes, and now it naturally couldn't withstand Chen Ling’s sword.

The main body of thoughts held in the palm dissipated gradually at a speed visible to the naked eye...

"I said..."

"We have nothing to talk about."

Chen Ling looked at the Thought Calamity’s final expression of astonishment and unwillingness, and said calmly.

The Dukes were silent as cicadas in winter.

The two most troublesome world-enders, the Mockery Calamity and the Thought Calamity, had both been killed by Chen Ling in such a crushing manner. From this point on, the world-ending calamities that had caused humanity to suffer for more than three hundred years were gone.

No... strictly speaking, there was one left.

But he...

The Dukes looked at Chen Ling with extremely complex gazes.

"Lord Red King is awesome!!!" Heart 9 couldn't help it anymore. The scene of Chen Ling verifying his demigod path, counter-killing the two great world-enders, and suppressing the Dukes with his aura made him feel exhilarated. At this moment, he cheered and shouted at the figure in theatrical robes in the sky at the top of his lungs.

"As expected of Lord Red King... even a comeback from a desperate situation can be so brilliant."

Diamond Q smiled slightly.

"I really didn't misjudge him." Heart J looked at Chen Ling with burning eyes. There was no worship of the strong in his eyes, only hatred for his own weakness. He silently gripped the hilt of his curved blade. "This level of power... is the only one worthy of being called 'King'."

In a corner of the street that no one noticed,

Bai Ye silently pressed down the brim of his hat... A smile also curled at the corner of his mouth.

He turned to look at a window nearby. In the reflection of the glass, illusory figures stood in various places on the street, their eyes filled with emotion as they looked at the sky.

Those were the Twilight Society members from the fifth-generation world.

"Lord Red King has finally promoted to demigod..."

"Yeah, it wasn't easy."

"Back when he was still Heart 6, who could have imagined he would grow to this point today?"

"Sui Shi Chu, why else would they say you have a good eye, kid?"

"He’s no longer just the protective umbrella for our Twilight Society... he has also become the pillar of this world."

"Tsk, didn't expect it, didn't expect it at all, our Twilight Society would have a day of being whitewashed."

"Consider these little brats from the sixth-generation world lucky to have caught a good time, humph."

"Maybe not completely whitewashed? I see these people, most of them don't understand..."

"It doesn't matter. As long as someone knows what we’ve done, that’s enough. Besides, we restarted the world not for them to see."

"That’s true..."

"Not to mention..."

"Lord Red King is... really handsome right now."

“……”

The sky-covering red and black theatrical robes danced wildly above the sky.

Chen Ling stepped on the void and walked forward step by step. The cinnabar-like earrings swayed with the wind. With every move, an imperial might, diametrically opposed to Ying Fu’s, swept out, like an uncrowned king walking out of the shadows.

Seeing this, the Dukes exchanged glances and then silently retreated to the sides, specifically clearing a path for Chen Ling.

Chen Ling didn't look at the Dukes on the sides. He just held the Imperial Sword and walked silently to the edge of the outer wall of the Red Dust Prison... No one knew what he wanted to do. At this moment, outside the Red Dust Prison, there were no calamities, and even fewer enemies.

But then, under the astonished gazes of the Dukes,

Chen Ling actually slashed his own wrist with the sword.

Swish—!

The sharp Imperial Sword cut open Chen Ling’s wrist, and four drops of blood radiating rich vitality floated out from his blood vessels...

As soon as these four drops of blood appeared, a pallor climbed onto Chen Ling’s face. It seemed that brewing these drops of blood was also a huge consumption for him, but he didn't care.

Chen Ling raised his hand and waved gently, and the four drops of blood sped toward four different directions.

At the same time, Chen Ling closed his eyes, and the peak-state thought invasion was forcibly activated. Several dim points of thought light lit up silently from the depths of his mind...

He murmured:

"Sleeping for more than three hundred years... the era that belongs to you should also return."

"Let this world..."

"Recognize you once more."