The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 745 - 360: Ether Association Support_2
Generally speaking, as a human, if you can single-handedly defeat a Newborn Ancestor, you can call yourself a prodigy.
Yet Jing Ci was able to kill one hundred and twenty-seven Newborn Ancestors by himself.
No one knows what this means.
"You know, the Ghost Slayer Path is also a path for the strong to dominate. As long as you’re stronger than your opponent, you can kill them in the blink of an eye, a moment filled with countless calculations and changes, with one slash determining ultimate victory or defeat."
The Think Tank shrugged: "The deaths of one hundred and twenty-seven Newborn Ancestors even instilled fear in the Ancient God Clan, and the anticipated recognition of ancestry did not exist. The Ancient God Clan thought they had fostered a monster but wanted to know why he was so strong, so they sealed him away."
Netherworld suddenly understood: "Until many years later, when the King of Qing came to Buzhou Mountain and released him."
The Azure Dragon roared above the heavens, the Dragon Roar resounding like thunder, shaking the world.
The Think Tank shivered, denying: "No, he wasn’t released."
Netherworld was taken aback.
"Jing Ci was sealed in an underground cave, a hellish place used to imprison the sinners of the Ancient God Clan. The problem is, the Ancient God Realm is rich in spirituality, and the underground cave is abundant with resources."
The Think Tank smiled bitterly: "By the time the King of Qing fought to Buzhou Mountain, Jing Ci had already fought his way out; he had endured a thousand years of sealed slumber and within less than a year after awakening, he ascended to the Holy Land. As I said, he’s a born king, yet he’s controlled by the will to slaughter, leaving rivers of blood wherever he goes."
"Jing Ci’s wrath is as terrifying as heavenly punishment; from the moment he broke the seal, it was destined to burn the world to ashes until he met the King of Qing, the most powerful human in the world. Only the King of Qing could suppress his murderous intent and malice, which is why they became mentor and disciple."
He scratched his head, half-laughing and half-crying: "You think he’s gentle and mild-mannered, that’s because he’s genuinely working hard on his cultivation, and he should have let go of his hatred. Unfortunately, Buzhou Mountain hasn’t completely given up on invading the Human World; they’ve turned their attention to the Spirit Coffin plan."
Netherworld squinted his eyes: "The Spirit Coffin plan of the Bai Ze Clan?"
"The Candle Dragon Clan should regret creating such a monster, and they provoked him time and again. The Bai Ze Clan’s earliest Spirit Coffin experimental subject had strategic significance no less than today’s Thunder."
The Think Tank, like a storyteller getting into the plot, sighed with lament: "Originally, even if the experiment failed, the subject wouldn’t have come to harm, but the Candle Dragon Clan members came to meddle. They aimed to seize the Coffin Secret Skill and forcibly interrupted the experiment. Jiang Chunyang, that old guy, was also involved, or how do you think they ended up cooperating?"
Netherworld pondered: "That experimental subject is..."
"Yes, Jing Ci’s lover."
The Think Tank retorted: "I remember someone once said, a man has two most important women in his life: one is his mother, the other is his lover. Well, the Ancient Gods of Buzhou Mountain took away the most important women in his life. Why do you think he idly goes to Buzhou Mountain to engage in a massacre?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Netherworld nodded slightly: "No wonder the Ancestors of Buzhou Mountain have been dwindling over the years."
"Exactly, although that woman didn’t truly die, it’s as if she did."
The Think Tank lifted his head to the sky, sighing: "Five thousand years of slumber, too long indeed."
Netherworld was shocked, how could a human slumber for five thousand years.
The Think Tank seemed to notice his thoughts, a deep meaning in his gaze.
"What makes you think his lover is human?"
He laughed: "You’re still too young."
A thunderous sound seemed to erupt beside Netherworld’s ears, such a level of gossip was enough to shatter his worldview.
"Yes, just as you’re thinking. The one now in slumber in the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion is an Ancient God, and a renowned Primordial, anciently named Lushu."
The Think Tank enjoyed sharing this gossip, because what he loved most was seeing people’s dumbfounded expressions: "Surprising, huh? Humans and the Ancient God Clan really do have relationships. Though these are rare examples, since the Bai Ze Clan is also trying to adapt to the environment of the Human World."
"That great Primordial made a mess of themselves long ago, even forgetting who they are. But no matter what, they still are a Primordial, and whoever is chosen by them must be a born king."
He said pensively: "It was an autumn of 2001, Jing Ci lost control and rampaged in North America, and the whole of Washington was almost destroyed by him, the King of Qing always had no affection for that country, so he was too lazy to interfere."
Netherworld mused for a moment: "As far as I know, Washington wasn’t destroyed."
"Of course not, because someone stopped him. At that time, the whole city echoed with the clashing of swords; some said it was Superman versus Darkside. In fact, Jing Ci encountered that Primordial, a truly spine-chilling romantic tale." The Think Tank narrated the story vividly and with feeling.
Netherworld was a competent listener, and after hearing the entire story, he again looked at the enormous dragon corpse descending from the sky and earnestly remarked: "This really is deserved."
