The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 747 - 361: Just How Strong Is He

Outside the porthole of the private jet was a raging storm, faintly visible was an imposing and furious Azure Dragon coiling within the clouds, accompanied by terrifying lightning and thunder, as if it wanted to ignite the darkness.

"Mr. Jing, do you really not need any help?"

Tang Ling lifted her cool and beautiful eyes, which held a frozen chill. Her slender, pale hand rested on the guitar case beside her, fingers tapping a rhythmic beat in time with her breathing.

Her pupils occasionally glimmered with intense gold, sometimes flashing a seductive vermilion.

Since returning from the Sea of Eternal Life, she could no longer find an opponent of the same rank, not even the veteran Sixth Ranks from the Night Watcher and Judgement Court departments could match her, often left with no chance to retaliate. She was preparing to advance to the next rank in the Sword Sect Path, named Sword Ghost.

The nomenclature of the Sword Sect Path is straightforward and unrefined, Sword Cultivator, Sword Madman, Sword Obsession, Sword Spirit, Sword Soul.

The last threshold before the Holy Land Level is Sword Ghost.

At this rank, the killing intent of the Sword Sect Path becomes unprecedentedly intense.

"Do you want to help Jing Ci, or are you looking for him?"

Ji Zhou scornfully said: "If it’s the former, you don’t need to worry, there aren’t many in this world who can trouble him. Neither Rhein nor Lin Dong could be his match. To make him get serious, it would require an Ancestor, and it couldn’t be a weaker one like a Kui Bird, it would have to be the Canglong from Buzhou Mountain."

She held a yellowing, tattered ancient book in her hands.

A page in the ancient book depicted a majestic Ancient Dragon summoning wind and rain, navigating the vast sea.

On another page was a king holding a scepter, with countless subjects kneeling on the throne. They surrounded the altar with ninety-nine giant bronze pillars, each entwined with dragon totems, soaring through clouds and mist.

"I heard that when Candle Dragon Venerable is not around, Buzhou Mountain is ruled by the Canglong Ancestor."

Tang Ling said absentmindedly.

The Ether Association has a specialized training base called the Central Spirit Core Institute, where nearly all in the Omega Sequence have undergone rigorous training, and Hidden History is a compulsory course for them.

Of course, Gu Jianlin, an unconventional type, was an exception.

As a student of the King of Qing, everyone thought he knew everything.

But the King of Qing believed that if his student went to the Ether Association, there was no need for him to teach.

As for Taihua, he believed that his grand-disciple’s connections were so broad, someone would teach him eventually.

For an Ascender to not study Hidden History is like going out without your brain.

The so-called Hidden History, is a secret yet real history.

For example, this ancient book records that between approximately 334 BC and 110 BC, the ancient Baiyue tribe once established a kingdom called Min Yue, which for a time suddenly rose to prominence and worshipped a god who could traverse the Azure Sea. They offered sacrifices to the sea, praying for the god’s blessing.

At that time, the Min Yue Kingdom was so powerful it could threaten the rule of the Western Han.

They even openly challenged the Human Clan’s ruler of that time, the famous Emperor Han Wu.

Ultimately, the empire was destroyed by Emperor Wu who personally descended the Heavenly Person Realm.

Later, archaeologists proved that in the hidden history, the Min Yue Kingdom was actually a theocracy, and the god they worshipped was indeed the Canglong Ancestor from Buzhou Mountain.

An ancient and tyrannical Ancient God.

"This is Jing Ci’s personal vendetta, you don’t need to intervene, nor can anyone."

Ji Zhou mocked, "Are you afraid something will happen to him?"

Tang Ling remained silent, she didn’t even know her feelings at the moment, wanting to rush to his side instantly, yet turning apprehensive, fearing the news was false, her trip in vain.

If that were the case, she didn’t know how devastated she would be, probably collapsing on the spot.

Ji Zhou snorted coldly with annoyance.

Initially, she didn’t plan on telling her too early that the little guy was still alive.

Fearful of her recklessness.

Unexpectedly, that guy directly staged a Black Qilin incident in Tokyo.

Now, it’s impossible to keep it hidden.

If it weren’t for her holding the line here, a major incident might truly have occurred.

"Do you like him?"

Ji Zhou suddenly asked.

Tang Ling was slightly stunned, never expecting the woman opposite to say such a thing.

After all, someone of Ji Zhou’s stature would never discuss feelings.

"I am also human, and I’ve been where you are, what’s so strange about it?"

Ji Zhou said blandly, "You are not a traditional person, you won’t feel that you belong to him just because of a spiritual connection. That incident was merely fuel to the fire, moreover, the fact that you lost yourself to him without feeling anger is already enough to explain the issue, isn’t it?"

Tang Ling, rarely embarrassed, turned her head silently, her cheeks flushing with a tinge of red.

"I’ve watched you grow up, naturally, I understand you."

Ji Zhou glanced at her, "You would like someone who is focused and steadfast, only someone with little desire would not make you feel disgusted. Besides, in a way, you are the same kind, both trapped in the past, owed too much by this world during childhood, naturally warming each other."

"Moreover, in terms of external conditions, he is the only one in this world who matches you."

She thought for a moment, "And he’s quite good-looking."

Tang Ling silently clenched her clothes, murmuring, "Please, enough."