The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1046 - 491: I Am the Qilin Venerable

The old man played with the chalk in his hands, savoring it, "Colorless Jade, a good name."

He clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the Colorless Jade on the blackboard with a look of long-lost emotion, as if he had solved a lifelong perplexing problem, and sighed quietly, "So my inference is correct. When Candle Light and You Ying merge, only then can the ultimate of this Universe be born."

Gu Jianlin recalled the inscription he saw in the Divine Ruins, casually tossing the chalk away, and said softly, "There are rumors that those chosen by fate experience the cycle of life and death, reaching the shores of eternity. Candle Light and You Ying merge here, only then can they break the shackles of destiny and achieve supreme power."

The old man calmly said, "The supreme power should carry a curse."

Gu Jianlin responded indifferently, "The Third Power does not."

"How do you know?"

"When I say it doesn’t, it doesn’t. Perhaps it’s because the embryonic form of the Third Power has yet to develop consciousness."

"I see. What do you think is the essence of the curse?"

"Perhaps it’s hungry."

"Well said. Planets in the depths of the Universe have a probability of possessing both life and consciousness simultaneously, requiring specific conditions to awaken. This is the unproven theory of the Ancient God’s origins."

"The triggering conditions are the forces of Candle Light and You Ying."

"People who practice You Ying Law should also have curses."

"No, because the consciousness of the Ghostly Glowing Lotus has already been extinguished."

"Who can accomplish such a thing?"

"The Supremes."

"Does the consciousness of Candle Light Law still exist?"

"The Primordial Candle Light God."

The question-and-answer session seemed like a discussion between teacher and student. Their voices were not loud but clearly resonated in the classroom, but unfortunately, almost no one could understand, because the concepts involved were too profound. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Xia Zhi secretly raised her head, staring in amazement at her roommate, never expecting that the person who returned from the frontlines was a super academic who could converse fluently with this old professor.

Although she couldn’t understand what they were discussing, it sounded very impressive.

Only Mu Shiyu vaguely understood some of it and looked at the boy with a deepening gaze.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now."

Gu Jianlin turned and gazed into the old man’s eyes, waiting for his response.

The old man was silent for a moment, then raised a withered finger.

"Class time."

The arrest warrant was casually tossed into the trash bin.

It seemed like the most ordinary reaction, but the Demon Hunters’ expressions changed dramatically, though it was too late.

The guards hidden in the shadows had already flickered to their backs, locking their shoulders with both hands.

There were hints of pitch-black hollows opening, like a voracious monster swallowing them whole.

The old man’s meaning was simple.

I want to teach the class, and no one can cause trouble in this classroom.

Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, casting a grateful glance toward the podium. She wasn’t entirely clueless and could guess that her new roommate probably solved that difficult problem to protect her.

She just couldn’t understand how he did it or how he noticed the professor’s distress.

"The Judgement Court’s Demon Hunters are looking for you, probably because you’ve gotten involved in something. If you have indeed done something, it’s best to explain it quickly. Otherwise, if something really happens, no one can save you."

Mu Shiyu glanced at her, lips slightly parted, "Do you understand?"

Xia Zhi realized the matter might not be over, pursed her lips, and replied, "Got it, Senior Mu."

Mu Shiyu withdrew her gaze and openly scrutinized the boy walking down from the podium, her eyes sharp.

Gu Jianlin disliked that kind of look and certainly wasn’t going to pay attention to her. He sat by himself in the last row, closed his eyes to rest, hands in his trouser pockets, legs crossed.

The phone on the desk vibrated slightly, and the screen lit up displaying a message.

Xia Zhi: "Thank you."

Gu Jianlin was too lazy to respond to her.

Xia Zhi: "Who would’ve thought you’re such a brainiac."

Gu Jianlin still ignored her.

Xia Zhi: "Do you know who that old professor is? That’s Professor Cheng."

Of course, Gu Jianlin knew; otherwise, he wouldn’t be sitting here.

Xia Zhi: "Why are you ignoring me? What are you doing?"

Gu Jianlin opened his eyes, glanced at the girl secretly playing with her phone in the front row, finally irritated enough to pick up his phone, compose a message, and send it: "Killing."

Xia Zhi nearly choked on her saliva.

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Gu Jianlin was indeed killing.

More accurately, it was the shadow birthed by the Qilin Forbidden Curse doing the killing.

Ever since the Demon Hunters appeared in the classroom, in his eyes, they were already a group of dead men, merely differing between sooner or later, but all destined to be killed and soul-bound for interrogation.

In the afternoon sunshine, the wall of the rooftop was stained red with splattered blood, the Demon Hunters’ bodies neatly lined up like students being punished. Each had a fine blood mark on their necks, almost connecting them, with blood gushing out, staining their black trench coats.

"Speak."

Gu Jianlin sat in the shadow, expressionless, "Who is the one you serve?"

In his hand, he held the Soul Comforting Bell, which imprisoned numerous fragmented souls.

The answer was just as he expected.

The Demon Hunters replied woodenly, "Supreme Venerable."