Chapter 1317: Dream

Dream

At this moment, as if Teacher Ye realized something, his expression instantly became incredibly ugly:

"You are not Chen Ling!! You are... the Calamity of Mockery??"

"Chen Ling failed?"

"No, that's not right... How could the Calamity of Mockery possess the abilities of the Thought Calamity??"

The Thought Calamity looked dumbfounded at the wildly laughing black-robed theatrical shadow, seemingly unable to understand all of this either... But quickly, it no longer bothered about where the black-robed theatrical shadow's abilities came from. The bewilderment in its pupils gradually turned into excitement and ecstasy, actually laughing wildly along with the black-robed theatrical shadow!

Yes!

This is how it should be!!

Compared to that Chen Ling who mixed with humans all day long, the Calamity of Mockery right now, madly attacking and retaliating against the Human Domains, was truly worthy of being the "Calamity of Mockery"! Worthy of being the King of Calamities!!

In the next moment, the aura of one of the Nine Monarchs exploded with a boom from the location of the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake!!

"Thought Calamity!!!!"

A cyan figure burst out directly from the bottom of the lake. Chu Changqing rose straight to the clouds, that pair of emerald green pupils surging with Demigod Tier Oppressive Aura, sweeping across the void!

Chu Changqing didn't have the Thought Storm and couldn't see the three figures within the storm, but he could vaguely distinguish that this was the ability of the Thought Calamity... Yet after he carefully sniffed the scent, his brows tightly furrowed again.

"No, this is not the Thought Calamity's Aura..."

"This is..."

"The Calamity of Mockery?"

Chu Changqing's gaze locked onto the direction of the Ghost Mockery Abyss.

The black-robed theatrical shadow stood tall atop the Thought Storm, that pair of black pupils coldly watching Chu Changqing. The resentment toward Chu Changqing in his heart was massive, but due to the existence of the Vow Gu-Insect, he couldn't enter the South Sea Domain, and merely relying on the Thought Storm, he couldn't kill a Nine Monarch either...

Ultimately, he slowly raised his thumb and made a throat-slitting motion toward Chu Changqing from afar, his ferocious smile incredibly sinister.

He used his thoughts to kill a thousand people from afar. This was retaliation against them, and also retaliation against Chu Changqing!

Since you expelled me from the South Sea Domain, you must pay the price...

One day, I will kill you with my own hands.

The black-robed theatrical shadow waved his hand lightly, and the Thought Storm enveloping the sky above the South Sea Domain slowly dissipated, leaving only an incredibly angry Chu Changqing and over a thousand bloody scenes of tragic, sudden deaths.

...

Hanging Jade Domain.

Jian Changsheng, in his sleep, smacked his lips, turning over on the bed while scratching his butt.

Smack——!!

In the next second, he only felt a pain on his cheek, and his entire person sat up from the bed with a whoosh!

It was still pitch black inside the room. Thick curtains blocked all the light from outside. Besides Jian Changsheng himself, Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua were lying on their respective beds, sleeping soundly.

"Who?!!" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened, "Damn it, Diamonds! Did you sneak attack me while I was asleep!!"

Strangely, even though Jian Changsheng cursed so loudly, Sun Bumian was still sleeping heavily, not showing the slightest sign of being woken up...

The more this was the case, the more Jian Changsheng felt that this grandson was the one who slapped him. Angry, he was just preparing to get out of bed and give Sun Bumian a big slap as well, when in the next second, he froze in place.

In the dim room, a figure wearing a pitch-black theatrical robe had already appeared out of thin air in front of him like a ghost.

"...Hearts??"

Seeing that face, Jian Changsheng was stunned.

Then his eyes lit up with excitement, "Hearts, you came looking for us??"

The black-robed theatrical shadow sneered and kicked Jian Changsheng directly in the chest!

Bang——!!!

Jian Changsheng, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed, suddenly turned over abruptly and rolled down from the window side with a plop, falling heavily to the ground!

Jian Changsheng finally jolted awake from his dream!!

Before he could even react, two more muffled sounds rang out. Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua also each abruptly rolled off their beds from their sleep, and astonished "Ouch" sounds came from the side.

As Jiang Xiaohua groped around and turned on the lights, the three dumbfounded figures looked at each other in the room...

"...What's the situation?" Sun Bumian found it bizarre and unimaginable.

"I dreamed of Hearts." Jiang Xiaohua said earnestly, "He collapsed my bed with one kick."

"Hell, me too. That guy seemed to slap me awake, then before I could react, punched me in the chest!" Sun Bumian followed closely and spoke.

He seemed to realize something and turned to look at Jian Changsheng:

"What about you?"

"...Same as you guys, I was kicked out of bed by him." Jian Changsheng shrugged.

"That's not right... How come the three of us dreamed of Hearts at the same time?" Sun Bumian's brows furrowed tightly, "Moreover, his image seemed a bit different from before..."

"Why did Hearts hit me?" Jiang Xiaohua was a little aggrieved.

"It's not right!"

A hint of vigilance flashed in the depths of Jian Changsheng's eyes, "That wasn't Hearts... Something must have happened to him."

Sun Bumian, Jiang Xiaohua, and Jian Changsheng exchanged glances with each other, and without hesitation, simultaneously started putting on their clothes.

"This matter should not be delayed."

"We are going to the Ghost Mockery Abyss right now!!"

...

Ancient Vault of the Drama Path.

Clatter——!

Ning Ruyu's hand lightly shook, and the white porcelain teacup fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.

Ning Ruyu, who was originally sitting on the wooden chair leisurely enjoying the breeze, had a brief momentary loss of focus in his eyes. Then he immediately returned to normal, his brows tightly furrowing!!

He didn't even glance at the shattered teacup on the ground. He stood up directly, transforming into an extremely fast white lightning, and charged towards the depths of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path!

Besides him, there were several other figures approaching here at the same time.

"First Senior Brother, did you dream about it too?" Luan Mei narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Mm."

Ning Ruyu's tone was incredibly low and deep, "...Something happened to Little Junior Brother."

"What should we do? He should be in the Ghost Mockery Abyss right now, right?" Mo Jiao's voice came from the side. "Is there still time for us to rush over now?"

Ning Ruyu opened his mouth, just about to say something, but thinking of the Red King's instructions, he ultimately shook his head:

"Don't panic just yet... I'll go report to Master and see what the old man says."

Although Luan Mei and the others were incredibly worried, they still nodded and quietly waited in place.

Ning Ruyu's figure vanished out of thin air.

In the next second, he appeared in the deepest part of the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, outside the door of that building that looked like The Ancestral Shrine.

"Master! I just dreamed of Little Junior Brother. He seems..." Ning Ruyu stepped through the main door, speaking nervously, but before he finished speaking, his entire person froze in place.

He saw that on the wooden chair in The Ancestral Shrine, a Beautiful Youth wearing a theatrical robe was casually sitting there. One hand propped up his chin, while the other hand was lightly pinching something... A small ball of an invisible storm was imprisoned at his fingertips, unable to break free no matter which direction it went.

"To think you'd actually crawl into my thoughts yourself..." The Red King sneered,

"A guy who won by cheating actually dares to be arrogant to this extent."

"Truly..."

"Not knowing life from death."