The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 796 - 382: Skylark’s True Form, Revival of the Red King!

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Chapter 796: Chapter 382: Skylark’s True Form, Revival of the Red King!

In the dead of night, rain fell from the sky.

Gu Jianlin lifted his head, stopping in front of the shadowy shrine, his expression unreadable as he surveyed his surroundings.

He was a rare possessor of the Qilin Forbidden Curse, and the shadow he created had been proven to possess special properties, such as having virtually no cooldown period. As long as his spirituality was sufficient, it could be dispersed and reformed infinitely.

After all, he inherited the rank of Qilin Venerable, so it was normal for his shadow to have some uniqueness. The most critical aspect was that the consciousness and senses of the original and the clone were shared, as if he had two souls, both brains capable of doing two different things simultaneously, without interference yet in complete synchronization.

For example, he could coax his little sister at home while secretly infiltrating the old residence.

This was indeed a dangerous endeavor. Even if the shadow could die without consequence, the people of the Dark World were not easily fooled. It wasn’t hard to discover that he was using the Qilin Forbidden Curse, and if investigated thoroughly, unforeseen problems might arise.

However, ever since Youzhu mentioned that the coordinates might be here, he decided to stay and investigate.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, who knows when he could return next time.

Through overlapping time and space, he once again heard the cryptic words transmitted by his original body.

"I must say, I think you’re truly mad."

Finally, three knocks were heard in the password, proving that the person communicating with him was Three.

The surroundings were silent and deserted. In the Ghost Slayer Path state, he couldn’t perceive the Life Rhythm, so he wasn’t sure if there were any eyes watching from all directions. Thus, he couldn’t dispel the Virtualization state and had to constantly maintain the Lock of Nonexistence.

Everything he saw now, his original body had already sketched out in the car.

As a child, he practiced sketching for a year.

Ultimately, since it was too simple for him, he didn’t pursue further study.

Even without entering the Extraordinary World, he was actually a genius.

His original body finished the sketch, then took a photo with a phone and uploaded it online.

No.5 would naturally receive the picture and share it with her companions.

Initially, when he contacted the shadows, the communication channel was silent for a long time, clearly shocked by his reckless actions. But, they were top agents hidden in the shadows, wasting no time and deciding to cooperate with his plan. In a way, it was a rare trust and recognition of his abilities.

"Damn, this old residence is actually a yin dwelling. In ancient Feng Shui Inspection, if an ancestor was buried in a fantastic Feng Shui location, it would bring fortune and luck to future generations. Conversely, if the Feng Shui was poor, descendants would face misfortune or even family dissolution."

Three whispered, "This yin dwelling follows the opposite principle, adopting a special burial custom of the Ancient God Clan, academically named Reverse Can. As the name suggests, it sacrifices the descendants’ fortune to the deceased ancestors, thus appeasing their souls, keeping them in eternal slumber."

He paused for a moment: "Of course, Feng Shui Inspection within the domain of Alchemy is a unique Alchemy Matrix. It’s not feudal superstition but a real and effective practice. No wonder the Jiang Family hasn’t produced any remarkable talent over the years, Jiang Chuge being only a fleeting bloom."

The Jiang Family was once the premier clan in the Extraordinary World, having produced countless brilliant talents.

The modern history of the Ether Association was essentially written by the Jiang Family and Ji Family. Despite losing many talents in the Ancient God Chaos, such a historically rich family wouldn’t fall into silence.

But indeed, in recent years, talented individuals have been rare in the Jiang Family.

Indeed, Feng Shui might be mere superstition in the real world.

However, in the Extraordinary World, it was no trivial matter. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Because ordinary people lack spirituality, no matter how they maneuver Feng Shui, they wouldn’t create an Alchemy Matrix.

If this was an Alchemy Matrix affecting the Jiang Family’s bloodline, it was indeed quite sinister.

Entering the shrine, a chilling wind blew.

Strange talismans fluttered wildly in the wind, the wind chimes sounded mutedly, the gilded walls engraved with interwoven dragons and snakes, seemingly surging over a vast ocean, encircling a broken Heavenly Pillar, as torrents of fiery rain fell.

The Ancient Dragons entangled each other, a massive virtual shadow loomed over the sea, hovering between ghost and god.

When Gu Jianlin stood outside the hall looking in, he felt nothing, but upon entering, he discovered this was a vast space, even giving the illusion of time and space being stretched.

The black coffin was gazed upon by nine massive stone statues, giants draped in Divine Robes kneeling on the ground, their hollow, despairing eyes intricately carved by masterful craftsmanship.

They resembled sinners deprived of their souls, eternally kneeling here.

These giants were entwined by crimson Ancient Dragons, resembling sinners shackled by iron chains.

"Just as expected, this is the Reverse Dragon Can passed down by the Candle Dragon Clan, typically used for burying ancient gods. The burial within the coffin should have been a grand ceremony held in the Ancient God Realm. The coffin should bear mottled bloodstains, at least the blood of nine ancient Ancestors, used as sacrificial offerings."

Three transmitted another message: "By normal reasoning, this coffin should be burying an ancient and ruthless Ancient God Clan member, if they hadn’t appeared here. Typically, after such a grand ceremony concludes, the coffin should be entombed in the Nether River, drifting for nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine years."