Chapter 1434: Burning One's Boats

Burning One's Boats

No...

No way!

With its current body, it was absolutely impossible to outrun the Calamity of Mockery no matter what...

The Thought Calamity felt its lungs that were like broken bellows, and that heart that seemed as if it was about to dissolve. Its thoughts turned rapidly. That overwhelming aura of the Calamity of Mockery pressing towards it triggered its most instinctive crisis perception as a World-Ending Calamity.

It knew that if it didn't think of a way of Breaking the Deadlock, the ruins of the Ruoshui Domain would be its burial place!

It couldn't win against the current Calamity of Mockery now. To break the deadlock, it either had to think of a way to make itself stronger...

Or...

The Thought Calamity looked at the figure in the theatrical robe slowly walking over. A trace of light surfaced amidst its berserk thoughts.

His gaze seemed to be saying:

[Run...]

[Why aren't you running anymore?]

The Thought Calamity didn't plan to run anymore. The more it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for it. A touch of profundity flashed across that old face. It raised its fingertips and began to outline in the nothingness before it...

The Demigod Domain of the Ninth Rank spread out, instantly shrouding the entire Ruoshui Domain. Dilapidated door plaques, yellowed newspapers, street signs buried under the ruins, books almost burned to ashes... These literal civilizations remaining in the ruins all seemed to receive some kind of guidance, trembling slightly!

One character after another flew up from the paper, door plaques, and street signs. Densely packed black dots spewed out from this silent ruin, like an overwhelming black swarm of insects, converging towards the Thought Calamity's direction like a vortex!

These characters gathered around the old body, stacking higher and higher, ultimately gradually outlining the silhouette of a magnificent obelisk!

At this moment, the evolution of characters over thousands of years seemed to be endowed with an indescribable weight of civilization. An oppressive feeling sufficient to crush everything spread outwards with the character obelisk as the center!

Path of the Scholar God, Rank 9, [Monument of Ancient Scripts].

BOOM——!!

An invisible suppressing force smashed heavily on the shoulder of the figure in the theatrical robe like a monument of the void!

The figure in the theatrical robe shook violently, as if staggered by the weight of this monument's text. Immediately after, an abyssal giant crater erupted with him as the center. The thickness of the earth was as thin and light as paper under the weight of this giant monument, torn apart in an instant. Both the earth and him were crushed and plummeted madly, as if going straight to the center of the earth.

At the same time, a torrent carrying the history of the entire domain, using these characters as carriers, frantically drilled into the mind of the figure in the theatrical robe!

The printing of every newspaper, every door plaque hung by hand, every infant babbling in front of a book, every student answering test papers... Every character contained emotions and the past. When they converged together, the power erupted was something even a King of Annihilation couldn't easily break free from.

Scarlet fresh blood flowed from the seven orifices of the old body, and the Thought Calamity's life force drained at an astonishing speed!

This time, the Thought Calamity activated Pu Guizong's power almost recklessly. If it was the Pu Guizong from thirty years ago, this power might still be released stably, but for this old body now, it was undoubtedly an act of suicide.

But the Thought Calamity no longer had the time to consider how long this body could still hold on.

As the figure in the theatrical robe was suppressed into the center of the earth by the Monument of Ancient Scripts, a moment later, a scarlet beam of light that pierced through heaven and earth directly erupted from that abyssal giant crater!!

That was the power to negate everything;

Every character making up the obelisk, the past they carried, and the meaning they contained, were all negated by the malicious Audience. The characters surrounding the old figure also shattered open a gap with a boom!

At the same time, a figure flew straight up from the incomplete obelisk. The theatrical robe with a red background and black patterns fluttered loudly in the air, and anger surfaced in those scarlet pupils!

Masses of red clouds exploded from his body. Countless scarlet tentacles frantically crashed towards the characters surrounding the Thought Calamity, and continuous explosion sounds resounded through the clouds.

Piece after piece of ruins were beaten into flying ash. The slaughter between the two great World-Endings would easily level an entire domain to the ground!

While the Thought Calamity used the Path of the Scholar God to forcibly resist the Calamity of Mockery, it pointed one hand at the sky.

An illusory Thought Storm surged frantically. This eerie phantom that lay dormant in the spiritual world of thoughts, at this moment also exerted its own power to the extreme!

[The Isolated Island Nightmare of the Slumbering Storm, The Eerie Phantom at the End of Thoughts].

The Thought Calamity seemed to have split itself into two existences, one in charge of the peak of the human Path of the Scholar God, and one in charge of the World-Ending power of thoughts. Matter and spirit simultaneously launched an attack on the Calamity of Mockery at this moment!

If the Thought Calamity was given a little more time to repair this human body, then possessing both human Demigod and World-Ending powers, its Combat Power would reach a terrifying level, even able to clash head-on with the Calamity of Mockery at its peak... It was just a pity that it met the wrong "person" at the wrong time.

The frantic wear and tear of the old body destined that this kind of desperate battle where the Thought Calamity went all out couldn't last too long.

At the same time, the figure in the theatrical robe, trapped simultaneously in the character obelisk and the Thought Storm, was frantically struggling...

In terms of battle in the material world, the Calamity of Mockery, possessing the power to negate everything, would absolutely not lose to the Path of the Scholar God. But in the spiritual world, no one could defeat the eerie phantom at the end of the storm, not even the Calamity of Mockery.

Countless characters were frantically consuming the power of the figure in the theatrical robe, forcibly detaining a portion of its energy in the real world. At the same time, the Thought Calamity's consciousness had already drilled into the Calamity of Mockery's mind. A battle of thoughts untouchable by the naked eye had already erupted!

A storm swept through. Countless consciousnesses were floating and sinking within the Calamity of Mockery's body. The Thought Calamity could clearly feel the existence of each of them, feel their malice towards itself, and their madness in fighting for control of this body.

If it was normal times, when the Thought Calamity's storm invaded the Calamity of Mockery's mind, the consciousnesses of these Audience members would have long since risen in revolt. But now they were mired in internal strife, and a large portion of their energy was spent slaughtering each other. Even if they noticed the Thought Calamity's arrival, they couldn't mobilize all their power to resist...

In other words, the Calamity of Mockery's mind now was a loose sheet of sand, the best opportunity for an external power to invade.

Just like when the Red King invaded here back then.

A surging storm spread within the Calamity of Mockery's consciousness. It didn't launch an attack on these personality consciousnesses because it knew there were truly too many of these personalities. Even if it strangled dozens or hundreds now, it would be meaningless. Instead, it would make more Audience members wary of it, and even put down their internal strife to prioritize dealing with it...

The Thought Calamity was trying hard to search for something among these consciousnesses of the Calamity of Mockery.

That was its last hope of turning the tables.

Just as it was praying that it must find it before its life was exhausted, that calm figure that sat alone outside the numerous consciousnesses from beginning to end, like an Audience member, caught its attention...