The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 744 - 360: Support from the Ether Association

Air raid sirens echoed over the skies of Tokyo, and all the citizens of the city were desperately trying to reach subway stations and air raid shelters. The traffic on the streets was jammed together, and drivers were frantically honking their horns, cursing angrily.

The so-called high-quality citizens did not seem much different from those of other countries when disaster struck.

Very few people could see the majestic giant dragons ascending into the night sky, only to be torn apart by billions of blazing blue lightning. The massive dragon corpses fell like meteors, and the blood they splattered was like scorching molten lava, igniting into flames when it splashed onto the houses, illuminating half the sky.

"Oh wow, how terrifying."

The Think Tank was walking down the empty long street, holding an umbrella, looking up at the sky.

The scorching dragon blood was like a torrential downpour that instantly set the long street ablaze. It was unclear what material his umbrella was made of, but it managed to withstand the intense heat of the blood, saving him from being burned to ashes.

"I’ve never seen him so violent."

The Netherworld, in a state of virtualization, remarked, "I’ve known him for so long, and he’s always been gentle. No matter how people schemed against him, he never got angry, and he always adhered to his promises. Sometimes I think he is genuinely cultured and refined, a rarity in today’s world."

The Think Tank laughed, "That’s because you don’t know his past at all."

The Netherworld raised an eyebrow in surprise, "What do you mean?"

The Think Tank glanced at the blood rain in the night sky, smiling, "Because his home is Buzhou Mountain."

The Netherworld was taken aback, "What did you say?"

The Think Tank spoke softly, "You know, the Ancient God Clan of Buzhou Mountain has long been searching for effective methods to invade the Human World. Since the Five Ancient Divine Clans keep each other in check, none of them are willing to conquer the Human World at all costs, lest they inadvertently hand over benefits to the other clans and work in vain."

"Thousands of years ago, Candle Dragon Venerable mysteriously disappeared, searching for something in the Human World. Meanwhile, his clan came up with a method—creating mixed ancestry."

He explained, "They discovered that there are extremely powerful individuals in the Human World, like Emperor Zheng over two thousand years ago, and Prince Fusu at that time, as well as the Great Sages of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Or even in the early days, those like Taiqing and Taihua, Qing and Chi, who were the extremes of extremes."

"What are the characteristics of mixed ancestry?"

The Netherworld had never heard of such a bizarre method before.

How could Ancient God Clan and humans mate? It was too strange.

"In simple terms, the Ancient Ancestors, or the old Divine Servants, would combine with humans. Their offspring would still be human, without any traits of the Ancient God Clan. However, due to one parent’s absolute loyalty to the Ancient God Clan, their offspring would likely have an innate affinity towards the Ancient God Clan, maybe even acknowledging their ancestors."

The Think Tank squatted down, gazing at the lava-like dragon blood flowing on the zebra crossing, and said, "In theory, this is indeed possible. Thus, the Ancient God Clan of Buzhou Mountain captured various Adapted Bodies from around the world, such as the Mayans, the Anglo-Saxons, and some Vikings."

The Netherworld suddenly understood.

Jing Ci was such a mix and a dual-meaning one at that.

Because he exhibited many Viking traits—a tall, almost perfect physique, with a hint of blue in his black pupils, his deep eye sockets making his gaze ever more profound, and his features more pronounced.

"Yes, Jing Ci’s mother was a descendant of Viking pirates, and she bore this child as a sacrifice. His birth was both blessed and cursed. The prophecy foretold he would possess immense power and become the strongest warrior protecting the Candle Dragon Clan. His mother, in a religious context, was referred to as the Blood Holy Grail."

The Think Tank shook his head and said, "Of course, that’s the modern term. Basically, you could understand that an originally lowly human woman, after giving birth to such a powerful descendant, had her body and soul sublimated. The Ancient God Clan would personally kill her, using her blood to anoint the altar, granting her supreme honor."

"To humans, that seems a bit too cruel."

The Netherworld commented, "Pathetic."

"The most pathetic part is yet to come."

The Think Tank shrugged, "They killed Jing Ci’s mother right in front of him. At that time, he was just a newborn baby and understood nothing. But seven years later, he awakened and developed a spiritual vision. He recalled the scene of his mother being killed because that woman kept looking at him with longing before she died."

"Jing Ci knew that woman was his mother, and hence he went berserk."

He gloated, "Originally, Jing Ci was a warrior cultivated by Buzhou Mountain, in other words, their servant. Unfortunately, Buzhou Mountain never expected that once this servant went berserk, he would display astounding power, killing one hundred and twenty-seven newborn ancestors of the same rank. To this day, that record remains absolutely forbidden."

The Netherworld’s expression subtly changed, aware of the considerable power disparity between humans and the Ancient God Clan.

Especially in the Ancient God Realm, this disparity was particularly evident.

Even the newborn ancestors were undoubtedly more powerful than human newborns; that was an undisputed fact.