The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1059 - 496: Misunderstanding
When Skylark opened her enchanting eyes, the mist on the glass suddenly dissipated, revealing gracefully seductive curves under the dim candlelight. She was both a dazzling young girl and a dragon of untamed elegance.
Over the years, she had assumed many identities, such as the Third Law Host Body of Buzhou Mountain, or a member at Dusk of the Dark World. Now, having fulfilled herself as the world’s most perfect being, she naturally no longer needed outside assistance and, as expected, established her own power base.
The Central Spirit Core Institute is the core of the Order World, naturally weaving a tight intelligence network.
"I received inside information; the Judgement Court has laid a trap targeting Qilin."
Ye Ni knelt respectfully on the floor and said, "Vice President Rhein personally took action."
Silence.
Skylark soaked in the hot spring, her ink-black hair floating on the petal-strewn water, revealing only her snow-white elongated neck and smooth, rounded shoulders, a few droplets clinging to her delicate skin.
She gazed at the blank ceiling, slightly frowning, her vermilion lips parting lightly: "He was discovered?"
In her understanding of him, this shouldn’t have happened.
Moreover, her Future Vision hadn’t foreseen such a future.
Of course, Future Vision isn’t omnipotent either.
She raised her hand to touch her chest, feeling the quiet heartbeat, hollow and empty.
There was always a vague premonition.
With a splash, she rose from the water, a faint blood mist swirling around, shrouding her fair, snowy body.
"Ye Ni."
Ye Ni bowed her head respectfully, witnessing the glass window of the bathroom breaking into fragments with countless threads of scarlet mist, a seductive phantom red as blood accompanying the howling wind, crashing into her body.
For Ye Ni, this moment felt like rebirth.
She sensed a surge of immense power rushing into her, her every breath seeming to draw in the might of heaven and earth, as the Ancient God’s Blood flowed like magma within her bones and flesh, her veins coursing with the roaring Dragon Blood, like rivers in full spate.
The orange cat lying in the bamboo basket raised its head, curiously observing this suddenly imposing woman, faintly sensing the entire courtyard trembling under her pressure, with ripples spreading through the rain pools in the yard.
Ye Ni opened her beautiful eyes, the depths of her pupils swirling with an exotic mandala, regal and majestic.
"Master, your injuries haven’t healed yet; recklessly using your power may worsen your condition. When you were in the Divine Ruins, you were supposed to obtain the Eternal Fruit symbolizing life. But instead, you used the one symbolizing death; had you not been such a magnificent being, you wouldn’t have withstood such deadly poison."
She whispered: "You can’t take another risk, no matter for whom."
Back then in the Divine Ruins, Skylark most desired the Colorless Jade, and the Eternal Fruit was also a crucial remedy she had to contend for.
The Eternal Fruit, symbolizing life, is truly the immortality medicine that could bring the dead back to life and is also a deadly poison capable of killing any form of life, depending on how it’s used.
After all, it’s the companion divine medicine of the Colorless Jade, and since ancient times, it has only borne fruit three times.
The first time, Qilin Venerable prepared it to resurrect someone.
The second time, the Red King revived himself.
The third time, Skylark and Qilin shared it equally.
Qilin seized the Eternal Fruit symbolizing life to save his Grandmaster.
Skylark, on the other hand, only obtained the Eternal Fruit symbolizing death, which was originally useless to her. But she chose to consume this terrifying poison, using an extremely ingenious method to let the intent of death kill her injuries.
This method was quite perilous, but she succeeded against the odds.
"What if it’s for the Colorless Jade?"
In Ye Ni’s beautiful eyes, it was as if another soul opened its eyes, multiplying her majesty a thousandfold.
It was Skylark’s voice, indifferent: "I can’t just watch the Colorless Jade fall into the hands of the Judgement Court."
The shadow behind Ye Ni writhed like demons, winding around her body in countless threads; she was like a marionette being manipulated, swaying her seductive figure as she walked into the dressing room in slender high heels.
She donned a duckbill cap and a black mask, skillfully wearing a pair of leather gloves, took the black trench coat from the hanger, and finally pushed the door open, taking a Tang Heng Dao from the sword rack in the corridor.
In the wind and rain were numerous Divine Servants with umbrellas, their eyes shockingly scarlet, the wind whipping their coats with a sharp sound, shadows beneath the dim lights twisting like a brood of dragons in frenzy.
"Master."
They knelt halfway to the ground, hoarse voices.
Ye Ni didn’t spare them a glance, casually tearing a cross-like fissure in the void, turning to meld into the original darkness of the Universe, the hollow of space collapsing, as if it had never existed.
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No. 64 Phoenix Street had already been shrouded by the Fengdu Luo Realm, within the empty Barrier, countless Flying Swords clashed mid-air, sparks densely exploding and densely weaving through the darkness.
The howling Sword Qi coiled in the night sky like a storm, as if two monsters roared furiously.
If any swordsmanship grandmaster were present to watch, they’d realize each sword strike’s trajectory in this downpour was so exquisite, the flashing sword shadows ephemeral illusions, clearly the handiwork of a master, the peerless swordsmanship efficient and precise without losing the poetic beauty that could fill modern warfare textbooks.
This was the Sword Control Technique of the Sword Sect Path, also the most commonly used attack method.
