Chapter 1540: Mental Communication

Mental Communication

Hearing these words, the armor-clad man froze.

Summoned by the Lord of Wuji?

Why at this particular time...

The man looked down at the heavily bruised Mo Yao with a somewhat ugly expression. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand at his subordinates:

"Take him to wash his face first, clean off all the bloodstains on his face, and then change into clean clothes."

"Yes."

Mo Yao felt two strong arms lift him up and slowly walk out of the dungeon.

The dim candlelight retreated on both sides. Mo Yao lowered his head. Amidst a haze, his thoughts seemed to be pulled by some kind of power, drifting towards somewhere in the void...

...

By the time he opened his eyes again, he was already in a barren grey world.

The rugged ground extended in all directions. In the distance were rolling mountain ranges. At the end of those mountains, a blood-colored red sun hung silently, like a massive red paper eyeball staring at the earth below.

At first glance, this place looked like the Gray World, but upon closer inspection, it was a bit different... At least, the Gray World had never had a blood-colored red sun.

"This is..." Mo Yao was somewhat dazed.

He looked down at his own body. The bruises from the beating just now hadn't appeared on it. He was still wearing a decent classical grey long gown, as if it wasn't his physical body that came here, but just a wisp of thought.

Thought...

Mo Yao seemed to have remembered something.

He immediately turned around to face that red sun, raised his hands, and respectfully bowed:

"Eight of Diamonds, greets the Red King."

At the same time, that red sun began to gradually expand, slowly swallowing the mountains and earth below, as if a massive red planet was rapidly approaching here...

From that red sun that almost blotted out the sky, a pair of cinnabar-like earrings swayed silently, and a figure draped in a black-based red-patterned Theatrical Robe slowly walked out.

"Eight of Diamonds," Chen Ling's voice sounded. "What is your current situation? Are you in danger?"

Mo Yao opened his mouth slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he still answered:

"...No."

"Really no?"

"Mm, I'm on my way to see the Lord of Wuji right now."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, his expression relaxing a bit. "I have to wait until midnight tonight before I can set foot on the Eternal Domain... As long as you aren't in danger."

Mo Yao froze. "Red King, My Lord, didn't I tell you not to come? The Eternal Domain is the Lord of Wuji's territory. Here, he has become an existence comparable to a Creator. It's too dangerous for you to attend the banquet alone... Don't tell me you didn't see the hidden message in my letter?"

At the very beginning, when the Lord of Wuji asked him to write a letter to the Red King, Mo Yao actually refused. But the Lord of Wuji also said that even if he didn't write it, as long as he released the news saying that Eight of Diamonds was currently tied up in the Eternal Domain and his life was in imminent danger, the Red King would still come... and might even bring other society members along. At that time, a great battle would be inevitable.

Mo Yao also asked, since the Lord of Wuji could make the Red King come whether he wrote it or not, why did he still make him write it?

The Lord of Wuji said he hoped to express his goodwill to the Red King through his letter...

He didn't want to trigger a war with the Dusk Society.

So after hesitating again and again, Mo Yao still wrote that invitation letter. But he also left a trick in the letter, warning that Eternal was dangerous and telling the Red King not to come.

This way, he could both prevent the war between the Dusk Society and the Eternal Domain, and prevent the Red King from easily stepping into the Lord of Wuji's trap... The only price was his own life.

"I saw it," Chen Ling responded indifferently.

"But, as long as you don't betray the Dusk Society, the Dusk Society... will also not abandon you."

Mo Yao froze in place.

Looking at the young figure draped in the Theatrical Robe, he felt a mix of complex emotions in his heart for a moment.

When the new Red King took the throne, besides those members who were already very familiar with Chen Ling, the other members actually had no bottom line in their hearts... They weren't familiar with Chen Ling, and only roughly inferred his personality from newspapers and rumors.

Mo Yao originally thought that regardless of this new Red King's personality, since he himself was a Dusk Society member, he had to consider the Dusk Society and couldn't let the Red King take risks.

But he didn't expect this new Red King to be so steadfast and loyal.

Mo Yao didn't know what to say, and could only bow again:

"...Thank you, Red King."

"Tell me in detail how you were kidnapped to the Eternal Domain... And what the current situation in the Eternal Domain is like, and whether there are potential risks," Chen Ling spoke seriously.

"I need to know all the information."

...

"Hey."

"Wake up!!"

An unknown amount of time later, Mo Yao was awakened by a violent shaking.

He groggily opened his eyes, only to see the armor-clad man who had beaten him just now standing beside him, looking him up and down before speaking coldly:

"Hurry up and walk, Lord of Wuji, My Lord, wants to see you."

Mo Yao slowly sat up from a crystal-clear square platform that looked like jade.

Opposite him sat a huge mirror with gold carvings. In the mirror, he was wearing a clean and elegant long gown, the cuffs and hem sewn with silver threads. On the temples of his gold-rimmed glasses hung a string of fine pure gold glasses chains. He looked artistic yet exuded a noble air.

Most importantly, the bloodstains on Mo Yao's face had all been washed off. However, the faint bruises under his skin couldn't recover immediately. Fortunately, as long as one didn't look closely from up close, they were basically unnoticeable.

Mo Yao frowned slightly. He didn't like this noble-looking outfit of his.

But under the man's urging, he still followed behind the other party, slowly walking towards the end of the corridor along the jade floor.

Surface wounds could be cleaned, but the internal injuries from those few blows just now still caused Mo Yao some pain, making his walk a bit staggering. However, the man walking in front didn't have the slightest intention of waiting for him. He directly walked quickly to the grand and towering door, knocked lightly a few times, and pushed the door to enter.

Buzz——

As the door, several meters high, was pushed open, an empty and solemn space entered Mo Yao's sight.

From the sense of space, this looked like a royal palace, yet it was far less luxurious than the corridor or even the dressing room. The obsidian-like floor was currently piled with various things of unknown materials, looking like dirt and roots, turning the original royal palace directly into a large-scale farmland.

On the ridge of the field at this moment, a figure draped in a black robe was sitting there quietly, the crystal-clear gemstone between his brows emitting a soul-stirring faint light.

Hearing someone enter, he turned his head slightly, a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss looking over.

"Lord of Wuji, My Lord, Mo Yao has been brought here."

The armor-clad man completely changed his arrogant and domineering attitude from before, speaking respectfully.

The Lord of Wuji didn't even glance at him. His gaze landed directly on Mo Yao... At this moment, Mo Yao only felt as if he was being stared at by a falcon, his whole body feeling like it had plunged into an ice house.

After a brief pause, the Lord of Wuji's deep eyes narrowed slightly.