The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 750 - 362: Ancient Divine Language, Fusion!
Ge Wuji Town First Street, the largest red-light district in all of Asia, was ablaze with fire. The asphalt roads were scorched into riddled holes by blood like molten lava, and thick smoke rose from the craters, enveloping the darkness.
The torrential rain hung silently in the quiet world, each drop of rain crystal clear, reflecting the man walking in the flames, his blood-stained white shirt, pristine in its whiteness, shocking in its red.
The combination was strikingly impactful.
With Jing Ci’s level on the Ghost Slayer Path, his mastery of the Space Freeze Domain was already consummate. Everywhere he passed, even the world itself fell silent, as if afraid to disturb his memories.
"It’s been a long time. How many years has it been since I last saw you, ten or fifteen years?"
He surveyed the shattered long street, littered with massive dragon corpses, like giant carcasses neatly dissected by machinery, the planes of the wounds smooth, with blood gushing out, flowing into a river.
The last Pseudo Ancestor was nailed to the wall by a black tachi, its hood fallen, revealing a face of inhuman beauty, skin as translucent as white jade, yet eerily pale.
The black tachi seemed alive, drinking deeply of its blood, the blade emanating anger with crimson patterns.
This Pseudo Ancestor displayed intense human emotions, like an ordinary human woman: "I thought you hadn’t made any progress over the years, but it seems we were wrong. You’re a creation of our race; how could you stagnate? When you truly break free of your shackles, you’ll undoubtedly become a Catastrophe, won’t you?"
The raindrops were shattered, the roaring wind forcibly torn apart.
Jing Ci approached swiftly, raising a hand to grasp its throat, saying indifferently, "A creation of your race?"
"I saw you when you were a child."
The Pseudo Ancestor smiled bizarrely, lifting its eyes to gaze at his face, even wanting to reach out to touch him.
The so-called Pseudo Ancestor is essentially a byproduct of the Shifting Flower and Wood Secret Technique, based on using a human shell as a vessel to carry the consciousness and power of the Ancient God Clan, equivalent to a disguised possession.
Some vessels contain a Newborn Ancestor.
And excellent vessels can accommodate an ancient Ancestor.
The experimental subjects appearing in Tokyo followed the same principle, just with more brutal methods, resulting in inferior creations.
That is, the difference between permanent and disposable.
As for the Ether Association’s Spirit Coffin plan, it is a forbidden secret technique for creating a new species, allowing the human body to undergo a special personality split, simultaneously possessing the souls of humans and the Ancient God Clan, creating a new life.
Jing Ci did not know the name of the Pseudo Ancestor before him, only confirmed it had seen him a thousand years ago, then raised his blood-red vertical pupils, said indifferently: "You saw me and survived, so you must be strong. Your strength according to human Rank, it should be around the Eighth Rank. You were a Dragon Servant under the Canglong Ancestor; what was your rank?"
"Sixth."
The Pseudo Ancestor’s crimson lips parted, softly saying, "I am called..."
Jing Ci’s right hand suddenly tightened, choking off its unfinished words.
"I won’t concern myself with the name of a corpse, nor will I ever see you again."
He looked down from above, saying indifferently: "I know after you’re killed, your soul will return to Buzhou Mountain, to be reborn over eight thousand years. Perhaps you might inform your Master that if he meddles in my junior brother’s affairs again... even just once, I will personally break down the gates of Buzhou Mountain."
At this moment, the Pseudo Ancestor’s eyes brimmed with a furious scarlet.
"You know, I have endured too long."
Jing Ci said softly.
The Pseudo Ancestor struggled, its voice hoarse and hideous: "That’s because your junior brother took someone he shouldn’t have! You simply do not realize the magnitude of her existence. Her presence will only lead to the destruction of two worlds!"
A life so feared that even Buzhou Mountain trembled, and the Canglong Ancestor, closest to Supreme Level strength, dreaded, even making an ancient Pseudo Ancestor lose its composure, is an extremely dangerous thing, however you look at it.
Jing Ci said coldly, "I don’t care, next time you reincarnate, remember to find a stronger host."
With a crack, Jing Ci tore off the Pseudo Ancestor’s head, spraying blood into the sky.
Jing Ci retracted his hand indifferently, letting the headless body fall into the pool of blood.
The song hadn’t ceased; he still needed to use the Dragon Roar to suppress it constantly.
That means none of the twelve Pseudo Ancestors from Buzhou Mountain was the bearer of the song.
Including this Dragon Servant of the Canglong Ancestor.
Yet in that blink, a fleeting ghost shadow appeared behind him, a cold blade drawing an eerie dangerous arc, piercing through his chest like lightning, splattering a spray of blood!
Boom!
The Azure Dragon coiled high in the sky trembled violently, the roar that traversed heaven and earth momentarily faltering.
Jing Ci grunted, breaking off the blade piercing his chest with a counterhand, turning to hurl the broken fragment away. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
As the Eighth Rank Zhu Ming of the Ghost Slayer Path, the Divine Speed Domain allowed him almost to break free from the shackles of time, so his movements were fluid, even the afterimages left behind shattered to pieces.
Half of the broken blade streaked through the air, piercing the fleeting afterimage, nailing into the opposite street wall.
Unfortunately, it did not harm the opponent, leaving only a fragment of a garment’s corner.
