Chapter 1431: The Desperate Counterattack of Sidao

It was an existence out of sync with all other consciousnesses.

While all the other spectators frantically fought for control of the body, this particular consciousness seemed to have completely eradicated its desires. There was no pure malice, no craving for bodily control, no violent or playful emotions...

It was as if it had completely broken free from the definition of "Mockery Disaster," becoming a clear, independent personality.

For Mockery Disaster, this was almost impossible...

Because malice, brutality, and mockery were instincts seemingly ingrained in Mockery Disaster's very essence. All consciousnesses born from it were affected by these things, yet that one was an exception.

The moment it saw that consciousness, a glimmer of hope finally appeared in Mind Disaster's almost shattered thoughts. It lunged toward that consciousness without hesitation!

It needed to awaken Chen Ling's consciousness, to make him the master of this body once more!

Chen Ling's consciousness was special; he had shed all the negative traits inherent to Mockery Disaster, and in doing so, lost absolute control over its abilities. If he could become the master of this body again, Mockery Disaster's threat level would be significantly reduced, dropping back to a Tier Seven level...

If it couldn't defeat Mockery Disaster at its peak, then it would artificially weaken it.

This was Mind Disaster's only hope for a comeback.

Mind Disaster's storm swiftly enveloped Chen Ling's consciousness, which sat alone. Meanwhile, from the stage's perspective, a head-sized storm, seemingly from nowhere, slowly drifted towards the first row of seats in the audience...

The sole figure quietly seated in the audience seemed to sense something, looking up in confusion.

After becoming a spectator, Chen Ling's consciousness, like his senses, had been assimilated by Mockery Disaster, leaving his thoughts hazy and muddled. He vaguely perceived that the storm seemed to want to help him return to the stage, but an instinct etched deep in his mind compelled him to resist.

He didn't want to go on stage.

The storm immediately churned, as if enraged.

Mind Disaster didn't care what Chen Ling wanted; if it didn't drag him onto the stage soon, it would die. In the outside world, its old body was still being violently assaulted by the rampaging Mockery Disaster.

The storm, like a swirling mist, pulsed above Chen Ling, who had become a spectator. It was stirring the deepest desires within this consciousness, using them to manipulate him... This was what Mind Disaster excelled at.

At that moment, countless figures flashed before Chen Ling's consciousness.

The '6-generation' members, his senior brothers and sisters, Han Meng, Zhao Yi, Yang Xiao, Lu Xun, Su Zhiwei, Huang Suyue, Xiaotao, Xiaobai...

The figure quietly seated in the first row of the audience began to tremble slightly, then, guided by the swirling storm of thoughts, stumbled forward step by step.

A surge of joy emanated from Mind Disaster's storm. It immediately changed direction and charged desperately towards the stage!

Before this rampaging storm of thoughts, the entirely black figures of the spectators were knocked off the stage one by one. These disorganized Mockery Disaster personalities were utterly incapable of effective resistance against this eerie specter, master of the mental world.

But as more and more spectators were knocked off the stage, the lights on the stage began to flicker erratically, as if Mockery Disaster's subconscious had sensed its arrival. The consciousnesses that had been fighting among themselves all turned to look at the storm at the edge of the stage...

A dense crowd of spectators, like a dark tide on the stage, surged towards the storm of thoughts!

They crashed against the storm one after another. Though they were ultimately flung away, the storm itself, initially solid, gradually began to dissipate, as if resisting these frenzied Mockery Disaster consciousnesses also took a toll on it.

But Mind Disaster showed no sign of retreating. Chen Ling's consciousness was walking right behind it; it wasn't just clearing a path for Chen Ling, but for its own survival...

Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!

In the real world, Mockery Disaster, cloaked in a theatrical robe, shattered a thick wall of text with a single slap. Its figure flickered like a ghost towards the aged form, as a large red paper umbrella unfurled like a vast crimson cloud, obscuring the sky...

The figure, bleeding from all seven orifices and with life force as fragile as a flickering candle in the wind, painstakingly dodged Mockery Disaster's attacks, swaying precariously in the gale stirred by its every movement.

The robed figure raised a hand and waved, and everything around seemed to rewind like a film, rapidly flowing backward. The old figure, which had barely managed to escape several kilometers away, uncontrollably flew back before Mockery Disaster, its blood-stained eyes filled with despair.

Bang—!!!

The robed figure threw a punch, and Mind Disaster's aged body shot through the entire ruined domain like lightning. Hundreds of building remnants were pierced and collapsed with a roar.

Clouds of dust billowed up, and within the horrifying, jagged deep pit, the old figure was almost completely broken apart, its breath no more than a dying flicker.

On the stage,

The storm of thoughts, pushing forward with all its might, grew increasingly dim and transparent.

But by now, it had forcefully cleared almost all spectators from its path. It was like a desperate warrior fighting to the death, protecting Chen Ling's consciousness, determined to usher in the new king.

Yet, just as Chen Ling was about to step onto the stage, a flicker of clarity returned to his muddled eyes. He turned his head and walked straight back towards the audience.

Mind Disaster: ????????

This eerie specter from the end of thought had never been so utterly frustrated. It even felt as if Chen Ling was deliberately toying with it, nearly causing it to explode in anger on the spot.

Mind Disaster had struggled to reach this point, glimpsing a hope for survival; how could it possibly allow all its efforts to be in vain now?

It squeezed out its last remaining strength, rushing with a whistle towards Chen Ling, who was trying to return to the audience. The now dim and lusterless storm of thoughts exploded with a deafening roar!!

The terrifying impact directly flung Chen Ling's consciousness, which was halfway back to the audience. Compared to a world-destroying entity specializing in the mental realm, his consciousness was still too fragile. His entire being was uncontrollably thrown into the air...

...and then crashed heavily onto the empty stage.

Thump—!

The next second, the flickering stage spotlights illuminated once more.

The vast crimson glow in the sky gradually receded, and the robed figure above the near-death Mind Disaster suddenly swayed. The terrifying, world-destroying aura began to recede back into its body...

The dark skin visibly receded, revealing a flawless, pale face to the air.

He swayed, then fell to the ground, losing all support.

Chen Ling felt as if his consciousness had been tumbling in a washing machine for half an hour. Everything around him spun. Enduring a headache, he recalled the events from his hazy memory, his pupils contracting slightly...

He abruptly looked up at the terrifying, gaping pit in the ground.

An old, battered body slowly crawled out onto the ground.