The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 792 - 380: A Billion Years of History! (Part 2)
The first time the Moon Princess met her maternal grandfather, she didn’t expect him to be such a sinister and terrifying person.
He looked like an Evil Spirit, sending chills down her spine.
"You sound like you don’t really love your son."
Gu Jianlin stared at him, enunciating each word: "But rather, you treat him as something else."
Jiang Chunyang threw his head back in laughter, his laughter akin to the wailing of a Ghost Fire, startling the birds in the forest into flight: "Of course, you have no idea what they are; they are the scariest monsters in the world. Who would love a monster? People only feel awe or fear towards monsters! Those two brothers, they’re terrifying."
The old man paused slightly, holding a paintbrush, and asked, "Do you know about the Star Plan?"
No one expected him to ask such a peculiar question, and they were momentarily stunned.
"Back then, we implemented the Star Plan as a preparation for humanity’s impending apocalypse. Based on prophecies, we found the two most gifted young individuals of all time and gave them code names."
He said softly, "One was named Qing, and the other Chi. They are rare humans who could rival Gods, and you can’t imagine the vast spirituality they possessed upon awakening. We nurtured them, and when they were ten years old, we sent them into space to search for traces of the Ancient God Clan on extraterrestrial planets."
"It turned out that with the abilities of Qing and Chi, the two of them working together could accomplish anything. The brothers roamed space for three hundred and forty-six days before finally reaching a desolate planet."
Jiang Chunyang admired his painting and sighed: "No one knows what the brothers discovered on that desolate planet, but when they returned, everything had changed. Before their journey into space, they were just naive and innocent children, but when they returned to Earth, they had become mysterious and profound."
"I can still remember the way those brothers looked at us back then."
He muttered to himself, "There was no emotion in Qing’s eyes, while Chi’s gaze was mocking and malicious, like a pair of twins poking an anthill, overlooking the foolish ants crawling beneath their feet."
"Without a doubt, we are the ants, and they are humans as Gods, and no one knows what they went through. In less than a year, they had already surpassed our control. You can’t imagine the oppressive feeling that hit us the moment the hatch opened, not even being able to fathom their Rank."
"They were only ten-year-old boys; what were you two doing at ten years old? Qing and Chi seemed to have become different people, with their own thoughts and purposes, becoming increasingly extreme and more dangerous. Yet, they also made significant contributions to this world, single-handedly advancing human civilization."
He paused: "But I’ve always felt they’re hiding something, that they’re concealing a monumental secret, one that is enough to drive the world mad, even move the Gods!"
The old man suddenly lifted his head and turned the painting towards the young man and woman.
"It wasn’t until after the brothers split up that I figured out where they had actually been."
Jiang Chunyang’s eyes flickered like a Ghost Fire, and he said softly: "Look, what is this?"
Undoubtedly, the old man was a top-notch painter, and what he depicted was a barren planet, with cracked and desolate ground covered in wind and sand, molten lava gushing from fissures, and an inverted pyramid standing tall on the dry land. The massive stone steps seemed endless, like a path leading to a tomb.
The Moon Princess’ beautiful eyes grew cold because she had seen the pyramid in this painting.
In Mr. Solomon’s computer, that pyramid was recorded!
Gu Jianlin’s right hand, resting on his knee, snapped like an electric shock.
"After years of research, I’m willing to call it the Divine Ruins, the former land of the Ancient God Clan."
Jiang Chunyang smiled chillingly: "This is where Qing and Chi once arrived, the ancient homeland of the Ancient God Clan, the origin of everything, now appearing on the second level of the Qilin Immortal Palace. The reason the Qilin Venerable is special is because he is the last Inheritor of the Ancient God Clan civilization, the culmination. When this Black Supreme returns, the history of millions of years will be ended, and a new epoch will begin."
"This is something my son wrote in his will. In fact, I don’t know what he left behind because I can’t pry the mouth of a dead man. I can only send him to the Divine Ruins and wait for a miracle."
He snatched the wooden box from the stone table, his smile extremely eerie, suppressing laughter in his voice: "This is my secret, of course, I’m not going to easily tell you."
This old man took out a yellow, mysterious talisman paper from his pocket, handed it to him, and said with a sinister smile: "Next, we’re going to sign an oath with blood as a guide. I will integrate this talisman paper into your body. As long as you disclose my secret, the dark power contained within will devour you."
Until then, he didn’t look again at the wooden box containing the petals of the Ghostly Glowing Lotus.
He instead stared intently at the boy before him.
The Moon Princess’ eyes shifted slightly; this kind of talisman was clearly not a so-called mentally binding oath.
But rather a form of surveillance.
As long as it’s attached to you, if you reveal the secret, it will be sensed.
Jiang Chunyang, as the Ninth Rank Taiyi God, can easily kill a Superdimensional Level with the Dark Energy he imposed!
"Alright."
Gu Jianlin remained calm, unhesitatingly biting his finger and squeezing blood onto the yellow talisman paper.
Crimson blood spread across the talisman paper, sketching out an eerie pattern.
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The overpass at Shinjuku Station was lit by Neon lights, and someone silently watched the traffic below.
He was like a silent statue hidden in the shadows of a street corner, occasionally passed by uniformed schoolgirls holding cups of coffee, laughing and chatting, seemingly unaware there was someone hidden in the corner.
The traffic lights monotonously changed, the surging cars came to an abrupt halt, and the crowd swelled like a tide.
Everything was so orderly, as if any individual’s existence would be drowned in the crowd.
A boy enveloped in mist was tapping the wall.
In his pocket, there was a phone, displaying a call lasting over an hour.
This was Gu Jianlin’s Shadow, unperceived before arriving at the old house, effortlessly avoiding the Jiang Family’s eyes, arriving at a relatively safe place, carrying his phone.
His main body and Shadow shared senses and consciousness.
Through overlapping space-time, he once again contacted that enigmatic department.
Everything in the old house was transmitted in cipher text.
The so-called blood oath was no threat to him.
Because before he signed the oath, he had already leaked the secret.
Once the oath was signed, he naturally would keep the secret sealed.
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In the deep night, it began to rain.
Jing Ci held a black umbrella, stepping through the rain-soaked ripples, pushing open the door of the grocery store.
Huai Yin, still in a wheelchair, despite being over two hundred years old, had his hands behind his head like a youth, gazing at the antique calligraphy and paintings in the store as if reminiscing about bygone days.
"Back?"
The old man said faintly.
Jing Ci slightly nodded, flicking off the water from the umbrella, placing it in the stand, and said calmly: "I just came back from the Jiang Family, and this time I finally figured out everything I wanted to know."
Huai Yin hummed, his eyes showing no excess emotion.
"Is the so-called Divine Ruins really that magical?"
Jing Ci softly said: "It just looks like a mysterious pyramid."
Huai Yin silently laughed: "At first, we thought the same, but after truly stepping into that pyramid-like tomb, we astonishingly discovered... we had arrived tens of millions of years ago, in the era of the Ancient God Clan."
Rumble.
The thunder rolled through the sky, as if shattering the dark city.
