The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 765 - 368: Skylark’s Past

Bai Long did not speak, which was considered as consent.

"If you study according to what He left behind, who knows what kind of monster you might create."

The red skull-headed weirdo rasped with a laugh, "Is Skylark a Spirit Coffin?"

Bai Long said indifferently, "At first, I also thought it was a Spirit Coffin. The facts proved we were all wrong. Since the battle of the East Sea, the Candle Dragon Venerable completely vanished from both worlds. The Canglong Ancestor stole the treasures He left behind, and over the past two thousand years, countless bloody experiments have been conducted, birthing innumerable deformed monsters."

"Skylark is the most perfect and powerful, so much so that even my master fears her."

He said in an expressionless tone that had a touch of dread, "There’s an ancient saying among you humans that if an abnormal phenomenon appears, there must be something peculiar. The woman’s power has exceeded all norms; there must be a reason."

The red skull-headed weirdo laughed, "If a creature of Spirit Coffin’s stature grows to the Ninth Rank and cultivates both the Zhu Zhao and You Ying laws, it would indeed become the ultimate weapon against the Five Great Clans. Now, it seems Skylark’s threat is above that of the Spirit Coffin. I suppose someone has done something to her?"

"I only know that she was a precious experimental subject personally greeted by the Canglong Ancestor, with the original intention of creating the so-called Spirit Coffin, a weapon powerful enough to invade the real world. But no one expected that in just fourteen years, the little girl back then would become so formidable."

Bai Long rasped, "In recent years, Skylark has come to resemble my Master so much that it instills fear in us all. We thought the Lord had been gone for over two thousand years and would not return soon. But the moment Skylark underwent Ancient God Transformation, we all felt it was the Lord descending, prompting us to kneel in worship."

The red skull-headed weirdo took a wind chime out of his pocket and handed it to Him.

"No matter what it is, as long as it’s killed, it’ll be fine."

The head of The Order of the Hidden chuckled, "I know you suspect that the Supreme has done something to her. Isn’t that just perfect? Once Skylark is dead, whatever plans the Lord has will be thwarted."

Bai Long took the wind chime, his eyes showing an expression of reverence as he nodded slightly.

Rumble.

The laboratory began to crumble, and dust fell in showers.

The incandescent lights flickered wildly, and even the doctors in lab coats twisted, appearing terrifying like screaming Resentful Souls. The woman on the operating table struggled frantically, letting out hysterical screams.

Bai Long’s silhouette was devoured by darkness, the red skull head oscillating epileptically.

This was because the time-space being traced experienced a fissure.

"Calm down."

Gu Jianlin held his forehead, attempting to soothe the woman within him, "Control yourself."

He certainly had to soothe her, otherwise, he feared he would burst.

The influx of information in this time reverse was immense and exciting enough for him.

The good news was, Skylark was indeed not that blood-colored Supreme, more like an experimental subject.

In a way, she was truly akin to him.

Of course, there was also bad news.

The bad news was Buzhou Mountain didn’t even know how she became so powerful. Nothing occurs without reason in this world, indicating that some unknown variable appeared during the experiment process.

Who provided this variable? The answer could only be that blood-colored Supreme.

Because the logic is the same.

Aside from the Candle Dragon Venerable himself, no one can manipulate the power of a Supreme.

Compiling the faint clues, he attempted to construct a real scenario in his mind.

Concentrate, take a deep breath.

His brain surged, awakening an acute sixth sense, perceiving the soul merging with his own.

No separation between us, I am you, you are me.

At this moment, turbulent past events rushed forward!

As if time had reversed!

The tinkling sound of rain, the school still echoed with the class bell, students flooded out of the hallways in droves, only for it to be timed by the pulse of the parents at the school gate; just one twin-tail-haired girl held an umbrella and left the school alone, sprinting across the vast city, as if in search of something.

Suddenly all went silent, the bustling street ceased abruptly, the men and women, young and old, on the bus had the same silent face, the schoolmates inside stopped one after another, staring at him like ghosts.

Oppression. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

A suffocating sense of oppression.

The wind and rain howled, thunder roared from above the sky, deep rumbles spreading out.

The storm smelled of heavy earthiness.

The twin-tail girl looked up.

An ancient dragon loomed in the clouds, its eyes filled with lightning and thunder.

Bang.

The girl’s eyes were illuminated, leaving only an incredibly glaring white.

The world seemed to halt abruptly.

Crack.

The silent space-time shattered like a mirror, collapsing inch by inch amid the rumbling, Bai Long’s body penetrated by crisscrossing, piercing cracks, eventually buried in the endless void of the Dark Realm.

This was Skylark taking action, personally destroying that body.

Gu Jianlin felt her emotions.

Anger, fear, irritability, apprehension, helplessness, despair.

In a flash, he forcibly traversed the gaps between time and space, like lightning threading through the vast city. Tokyo’s street scenes flickered like a kaleidoscope—police on the roadside with their boring banter, news ads on the commercial street, the joyous chatter in the tavern—all seemingly thrown to the end of time.

Until that wicked woman forcibly extracted herself from his body.

Gu Jianlin found himself on a terrace, evidently a classy bar atop the Ginza Building, its all-wood decor like a sailing ship, the azure sky resembling the sea.

The liquor cabinet was filled with a dazzling array of famous wines; the afternoon sun illuminated the quiet bar counter.

Skylark sat on a chair beside the bar, expressionless as she poured herself a glass of beer.

"I know you’re not used to time-space travel yet, so I’ll let you experience it again."

She said coldly, "Thanks to you, I remembered something."

Gu Jianlin held his forehead, too, sitting down beside her, taking her beer.

He fetched a glass of peach juice from the display case, placing it before her, "It’s best not to drink when you’re emotionally stirred. People on the Ghost Slayer Path tend to form obsessions, leading to extreme behaviors. In a way, you guys show emotional responses, easily swayed by feelings."

"And someone on the Divine Path gets to say that?"

Skylark glanced at him coldly but did open that bottle of peach juice.

"I’m not a normal person on the Divine Path; my self-control is strong."

Gu Jianlin shook his head, muttering, "You’ve seen the picture I profiled, so my performance seems consistent, otherwise, you wouldn’t have such a sudden emotional surge."

Skylark didn’t answer, just silently tightened her grip on that bottle of peach juice.

The metal can was steadily compressed by her, showing deep imprints of her fingers.

"According to current intelligence, you were very likely human before."

Gu Jianlin toyed with the beer, quietly alleviating the fatigue in his mind, explaining, "You should have been selected by the Ancient God Clan of Buzhou Mountain because of some talent. The Canglong Ancestor even came to the real world to welcome you personally—they wanted to cultivate you into a Spirit Coffin, which is truly unimaginable."

He suddenly stood up, seriously gazing at the woman’s face.

Especially the forehead.

Skylark didn’t like his gaze, her voice cold, "What are you looking at?"

She stroked the soft hair on her forehead, irritably saying, "Is there a scar here?"

Obviously, her forehead was smooth as jade without any blemishes.

"No, you’re truly not a Spirit Coffin."

Gu Jianlin shook his head, "This is very strange then. If even the Ancestors of Buzhou Mountain aren’t sure if you are a Spirit Coffin, it must mean the experiment was very secretive. Either you once had that wound which healed, or what the Canglong Ancestor did to you was extremely secret, even His Dragon Servants didn’t know."

He paused for a moment, "What did you remember?"

Skylark was silent for a long time, lifting her alluring, bewitching eyes, her gaze profound.

"I remembered things from when I was young."

She said softly, "Back then, it seemed I was looking for someone..."