The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 753 - 363: Accustomed to Pain, Enduring Pain (Part 2)
Approximately seven feet long, with a damaged blade.
Qilin Wedge!
When he released the Ancient Divine Language, the Qilin Wedge finally came to life, held tightly in his hand.
This was like a scepter when a god wielded authority.
At this moment, the white-haired youth burst through the air, raising his immensely cold Ice Sword, bringing it down in a single stroke.
Gu Jianlin, however, seemed to enter a state of meditation, his hands gripping the sword hilt, the blade quivering slightly, and the domain collapsing!
In that critical moment, he lifted his gaze and slashed forward with his sword!
The roars of the Qilin and Candle Dragon resounded, and a mighty silhouette, divine-like, flickered briefly!
Boom!
Though it was a clash of swords, a thunderous boom echoed out.
This was not a mere exchange of slashes, but a violent collision of domains.
In matters of domains, naturally the strong consume all while the weak are obliterated!
Crack, a crisp sound.
Gu Jianlin maintained his sword-swinging pose, standing like a statue in the storm, yet his iron-armored body leaked countless fine droplets of blood, a collapsing roar emanating from within, as if a giant was falling.
This was a self-inflicted wound, because unleashing the Ancient Divine Language in the real world demanded a price,
The Qilin Wedge quivered with a lament, its dark blade reflecting the scattering ice shards.
The white-haired youth brushed past him, his cold Ice Sword shattering immediately, along with the collapse of the icy domain he conjured, absolute zero forcibly stripped away, leaving nothing behind!
Their ranks had a massive disparity.
He was truly Holy Land Level, with an overwhelming power advantage.
It wasn’t some unbreakable path.
He was from the Candle Dragon Clan!
A proud dragon!
Yet, facing an opponent of merely Fifth Rank, his Ancient Divine Language was defeated!
"What is that power?"
The white-haired youth said softly, "It seems you have taken that step, Lord."
The Lord he was referring to was not the Blood-colored Supreme of Buzhou Mountain.
But the Black Supreme of the Qilin Immortal Palace.
For him, the disputes of this world no longer held significance, driven solely by the primal curiosity of life, compelling him to ask this question, utterly baffled and confused.
The earlier exchange left him shocked, his Ice Sword inexplicably losing power, like the lines of karma being forcibly severed, as if he had never released the Ancient Divine Language, thus rendering the domain nonexistent. Moreover, in his world, all life had been plundered, replaced by a rigorous death.
Karma severed.
Life plundered, death proliferates.
The withering Ice Sword suddenly decayed, like a wilting ice flower.
The torrential rain poured down, yet the overpass seemed weathered for thousands of years, exposing hideous steel bars.
Like the tentacles of a devil, reaching towards the sky.
Blown by the wind, turning to dust.
In the domain, no breath of life existed, only the silence of death spread.
Even time and space were perishing, for causality had collapsed, with dimensional turbulence about to erupt.
Crack!
Gu Jianlin reversed his sword, piercing through the singing wind chime.
The ethereal, distant song abruptly ceased.
The white-haired youth suddenly turned, his right hand growing sharp, hook-like claws, trying to pierce his heart.
Crack!
His head soared high, a line of blood appearing on his neck, spilling copious blood.
Not only this, the rain-drenched Shibuya District trembled, a cold gleam nearly pierced the entire city, even the skyscrapers standing in the darkness were penetrated, revealing dense cracks.
"A little bug, dare to be so arrogant?"
Skylark had recovered from the distant, ethereal song, and as long as she wasn’t suppressed by that Blood-colored Supreme, her Ninth Rank Candle Yin God rank could easily crush a Holy Land Level.
After all, she was the most perfect being in the world.
With a thud, the dragon from Buzhou Mountain fell into a pool of blood, its head rolling like a ball.
Scalding dragon blood spurted out, raining down like a torrential downpour.
Gu Jianlin, bathed in the scorching dragon blood, held himself up with his sword.
His pupils flashed with fierce gold at times, and at others, suffused with a demonic crimson.
Scales peeled away inch by inch, bones shattered with a breaking sound.
Even in pain, nearly torn apart, he did not fall.
Skylark gazed deeply at his back, suddenly realizing something.
For the past three months, Gu Jianlin had not shied away from challenging ranks, repeatedly ending up battered and bruised, often teetering at the brink of death, his survival only credited to his incredible toughness.
Especially when using the Ancient God Power as a trump card, the pain drove him into unconsciousness every time.
This time, though, he didn’t fall.
Because he could not fall.
Gu Jianlin knew, members of The Order of the Hidden were watching him from the shadows.
The man lurking backstage, Mr. Solomon, must have once again turned his gaze on him, one could even imagine his vicious, angry eyes, his increasingly sinister expression, even the hand crushing a wineglass.
That person was likely in the shadows, savoring a glass of Bordeaux wine, watching the scene unfold like a popcorn movie, thinking he had the situation under control, humming a little tune.
When the domain on the overpass expanded, and he lost his surveillance target, his expression would change for the first time.
When the domain of the Ancestor shattered, he would likely spring to his feet.
Filled with disbelief in his eyes.
His expression now must be quite colorful, his inner emotions even more intriguing.
Yes, that’s the feeling.
"I hated myself as a child because I wasn’t tall enough, always having to look up at adults, feeling that they didn’t take you seriously, didn’t care about your feelings, couldn’t hear your voice. You couldn’t do anything, just listened to them." Gu Jianlin sheathed the Qilin Wedge, speaking softly.
Pain washed over him like a tide, every cell feeling like it was being torn apart.
His bones felt crushed to powder, his organs failing.
"You behind-the-scenes controllers of the world give me that same distasteful feeling."
He smiled silently, "And I’m not a child anymore."
I wonder if Mr. Solomon could hear that, probably so.
Because Judge Bai’s phone was still vibrating.
"This is the first time, there will be a second, a third, a fourth."
Gu Jianlin gazed down at the phone, speaking softly, "A thousand-mile dyke crumbles from an ant hole, you make one mistake, you will make countless mistakes. This time you gave me so many clues, which line should I start investigating?"
The phone silently powered off.
Like that man in the dark, leaving in anger.
Skylark silently gazed at his back, a complex emotion flickered in her enchanting eyes.
Because unleashing the Ancient Divine Language in the real world was something even she had never attempted.
The penalty was almost unbearable.
In her sparse memories, she was born to stand above all, powerful and peerless.
No one had ever managed to hurt her.
How could anyone dare to make her suffer.
So she indeed feared pain, when hearing the Blood-colored Supreme’s song, she felt pain to the point of suffocation.
And she knew well how terrifying the price of unleashing the Ancient Divine Language was.
A terrifying penalty a million times over.
Boom!
Blood gushed out like a waterfall.
The noble Qilin Horn above Gu Jianlin’s head shattered, the iron-like scales fell away, his body torn as if by a thousand cuts, blood flowed freely from countless wounds.
The Ancient God’s Breath dissipated without a trace.
He no longer resembled the dignified, wrathful Ancient Supreme.
Instead, like a somewhat fragile youth, with black hair and eyes, a calm gaze.
"I know what you’re thinking, of course it hurts."
He spoke softly, "But I have grown accustomed to it."
Accustomed to pain.
Enduring pain.
Only pain could make him strong.
"You’re truly mad."
Skylark sensed the approaching auras from all directions, suddenly moved to his side, vanishing with him.
"I have something to tell you."
Gu Jianlin whispered.
In an instant, the man and woman disappeared without a trace.
The night was deep, the rain poured down.
