Chapter 1139: The Whisper of the Thought Calamity

The Whisper of the Thought Calamity

Chen Ling fiercely opened his eyes.

The Scarlet Heaven Cult, Shadow Centipedes, Little Peach... Everything originally in his field of vision disappeared without a trace. Replacing it was a familiar gloomy sky, and an isolated island forest rustling in the storm...

At this time, Chen Ling was standing on a Hill. His gaze slowly swept around, his brow furrowing slightly.

Chen Ling wasn't unfamiliar with this place. Previously in the Mother Tree of the Integration Faction, he had come here in a dream. Only, everything in front of him was even more real than the dream at that time.

"Thought Calamity... So it was you." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling had previously felt it was strange. The Integration Faction had developed safely in the Gray World for so long, so why did an unexpected change happen right when he arrived... The mysterious balls of thread on the Mother Tree, the Integration Faction members disappearing at night, how did they suddenly Transmigration so far in the Gray World alone, arriving at this remote Scarlet Heaven Sect Branch...

One must know, the Scarlet Heaven Cult didn't actively attack the Integration Faction. They even avoided the Integration Faction as much as possible. And the time of the sudden arrival of Little Peach and the others happened to be close to the time of the Sacrificial Rite.

This was truly too coincidental, as if a hand behind the scenes was arranging everything.

Chen Ling had already figured out the cause and effect. It was mostly that it wasn't convenient for the Thought Calamity to leave Storm Island, and dreams couldn't communicate with him, so it could only use the summoning of the Scarlet Heaven Cult to exert power, dragging his consciousness here...

What exactly did it want to do?

The howling fierce wind surged on the isolated island, blowing the dense jungle below tumbling like ocean waves. Amidst the endless rustling sounds, Chen Ling's body instantly teleported and disappeared like a fleeting thought...

In a single thought, he had already crossed more than half of the isolated island. When he recovered his senses, a small path through the jungle was already placed beneath his feet.

The tall and dense forest brushed on both sides of Chen Ling. The world was dead silent, leaving only the sound of the wind. Chen Ling raised his eyes to look. A building like a medieval ancient castle stood at the end of the winding path, like the residence of a lost prince in a fairy tale.

Chen Ling's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. After hesitating for a moment, he still stepped forward along the small path.

The vermilion Theatrical Robe advanced in the dark-toned forest. The storm blew Chen Ling's hair flying in confusion. When Chen Ling finally arrived in front of the gate of that ancient castle, a low creaking sound subsequently rang out, as if the master of the ancient castle was welcoming the arrival of the guest...

Buzz——

The ancient gate slowly opened, but no lamplight shone from within.

No courtyard, no rooms, no stairs, no lights... The ancient castle in front of him was like a shell hollowed out by someone, having a gorgeous appearance in vain, but hollow and gloomy inside, as if a mysterious existence like an abyss resided within.

Chen Ling wasn't frightened by the scene in front of him, but calmly took steps, entering the weird ancient castle.

"I'm here."

Chen Ling looked towards the deepest part of the ancient castle. There, a pair of hollow eyes slowly opened.

"What matter do you have looking for me?"

The hollow eyes just stared at Chen Ling like this. Deep within those eyes, chaotic lines like a storm were constantly stirring, making one feel as if they would sink into it with just one look...

After a moment, a wave of bizarre whispering sounded beside Chen Ling's ears:

"... Go back..."

"Go back?" Chen Ling raised an eyebrow, "Let me go back where?"

Overlapping voices echoed beside Chen Ling's ears. The Thought Calamity didn't seem to be speaking a human language, but Chen Ling could understand most of it.

"Go back... Go back to Ghost Mockery Abyss..."

"The rest... all go back... prepare... war..."

"It... has returned..."

"Not leaving... all must die... occupy... Blue World... the only... way to survive..."

"We... need you..."

Chen Ling's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

It wanted him to go back to the Ghost Mockery Abyss?

It went through so much trouble to contact him, just to pass this message?

Chen Ling's brain rapidly turned, his mind constantly recalling all the vocabulary of the Thought Calamity just now... War, Blue World, the only way to survive... and also...

"It"?

"It" was what? Why would it make a World-Ending Calamity so fearful?

As the bizarre whispering sound became stronger and stronger, the chaotic lines in those hollow pupils suddenly stirred violently!

A thought shot out from those pupils, directly drilling into Chen Ling's mind. Unprecedented intense pain filled Chen Ling's head, making him unable to hold back a low roar. His entire person bent over in pain, his face ferocious!

Strands of incomplete images flashed before Chen Ling's eyes, as if forcefully stuffed in by someone!

A red meteor streaked across the sky;

Like God's zipper, the sky was slashed open bit by bit. Endless gray poured down from nothingness, eroding the world into a wasteland;

Countless weird Calamities fled madly. As the Red Star fell, shattering the earth, a visible red tide swept across the planet's surface, the earth madly collapsing towards the core;

The Red Star didn't stop. After it submerged into the earth, it was like shuttling to another world. The material world collapsed around it, even time was swept into the vortex, annihilating towards the central singularity like candle flame...

"Blargh——"

Just a few short images were like giving Chen Ling's mind a few heavy hammer blows. His consciousness could no longer support continuing to watch, his entire person painfully dry-heaving.

Chen Ling struggled to raise his head, looking at the hollow pupils of the Thought Calamity. Just as he was about to ask something more, everything around him began to fade and dissipate. The portion of the Thought Calamity's power summoned by the Scarlet Heaven Cult seemed to have already approached its limit.

"Go back... Go back... Go back... Go back..."

Simple and repetitive vocabulary constantly sounded in Chen Ling's mind. Chen Ling suddenly felt his consciousness being dragged away from Storm Island, rapidly falling downwards.

Surrounded by many Shadow Centipedes,

The storm around Chen Ling suddenly scattered. He fiercely opened his eyes, his figure staggering, almost falling to the ground.

The big centipede beside him saw this and immediately lowered its body, letting its body just happen to give Chen Ling support. The other centipedes with scarlet faint light also worriedly entrenched themselves around.

"Phew..."

Chen Ling supported himself on the centipede leg, panting violently, and only recovered his senses after a good while.

"Little Peach, Miaomiao, Linglong! You're awake?!"

Almost at the same time, Little White's pleasantly surprised voice sounded.

Chen Ling turned his head to look, only to see that Little Peach and the others had all awakened from their coma, looking around blankly, seemingly not knowing what happened.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, his body draped in the Theatrical Robe standing straight again.

For some unknown reason, he had a strong, ominous premonition in his heart... As if, some kind of extremely huge unforeseen event was about to descend.