The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 797 - 382: The True Form of Scylark, Revival of the Red King! (2)
Gu Jianlin, possessing the art of profiling, was always meticulous in his observations.
He could truly smell a rich scent of blood in the gusting eerie wind.
"The reason this coffin is here must be that someone deliberately moved it, then used this Yin Hall to placate and suppress it. Do you know how the custom of burial came about? In fact, putting aside tradition and customs, humans truly have no need to be so concerned about corpses. Once a person dies, the body is cremated, the ashes scattered at sea, and there’s no impact. But it’s different for the Ancient God Clan. Ancient Gods can be resurrected." The information from Three came again.
Gu Jianlin nodded slightly. Indeed, traces of the Candle Dragon Clan were everywhere here.
It seems the Jiang Family really had close ties with Buzhou Mountain.
The pitch-black coffin exuded a bizarre malevolence, so much so that one dared not approach it.
As Gu Jianlin walked through this dark shrine, it was as if he navigated a corridor of Hell. Here, he discovered many sacrificial tools and artifacts he had never even heard of, and they all seemed to be precious antiquities.
He conjured an image in his mind.
People donning divine robes reverently knelt before the coffin, conducting ancient rites using blood as the guide. They sang a bloody hymn, as if comforting the soul of the one inside the coffin.
If the person inside the coffin is truly the Red King, then the dead cannot be brought back to life.
What on earth are they afraid of? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
"I feel I need to share a cold fact with you, that those who stand at the top of the Evolution Chain cannot be measured by common human logic. For instance, did you know? Lishan Tiyan Pavilion has been preparing for 32 years for the President’s death, because his remains must be reclaimed by them."
"The King of Qing and the Red King, they should be people of this level too, right?"
"I can’t guarantee that."
Gu Jianlin remained silent because he saw an old diary atop the table in the shrine.
A ballpoint pen rested beside it, as if it had been used recently.
Without any visible reaction, he crouched down and opened it. The first line shocked his eyes.
"These are words recording Hell, not to be brought into the Human World. To reveal the Devil’s secrets is to be burned alive by the Devil’s fury. The more you study the Devil, the more you become fascinated with him."
— Aaron.
"Aaron?"
Gu Jianlin murmured softly, transmitting this through the main body.
Three responded without hesitation: "Aaron Sandland, the foremost alchemy master of the Dark World and a frontline archaeological researcher globally, 93 years old. This family was once a treasure of the Human World, for their birth intelligence surpassed ordinary humans, granting them unique prowess in alchemy."
"Dr. Aaron is the chief researcher for the Tokyo experimental chaos incident."
His tapping rhythm paused: "Also the chief advisor of Jiang Chunyang."
Gu Jianlin continued to read the diary.
"January 3, 1956, I once again heard his breathing and heartbeat. I thought I had gone mad, for he had been dead many years. It must be my exhaustion, imagining things."
"May 6, 1958, today’s research on him ends here. A person who once neared the end of the Evolution Chain, his body has indeed mutated. Unless it is sealed, it will cause severe contamination."
"December 24, 1963, my god, the You Ying Law’s Evolution Chain harbors such a secret. He is not merely human! The heartbeat and breathing I heard were real. I wasn’t mad; it wasn’t a hallucination! The You Ying Law and Candle Light Law differ, no wonder Qing and Chi made such choices!"
"July 24, 2000, the Ancestors of Buzhou Mountain contacted us again. This is the final step before the experiment’s ultimate stage. The Ancestors of Buzhou Mountain claimed we have repeatedly failed due to our lack of Transplantation technology, but they have a way for us to glimpse the Black Supreme’s wisdom."
"September 13, 2001, we couldn’t resist the allure of Transplantation, as it was prerequisite technology for our experiment. Thus we orchestrated that attack. The Candle Dragon Clan waged war against the Bai Ze Clan, a battle that shook the world. We obtained the fruits of victory and now need to seek excellent hosts."
"April 2, 2002, I committed such unspeakable acts against humanity. Surely, I will go to Hell after I die? I have nightmares every night where those children slice me into pieces. I believe I will die with my sins, atoning in Hell for ten thousand years, hoping for the children’s forgiveness."
After this page, there was a list tucked within.
This list documented one hundred and thirty-seven names from various countries worldwide, spread across Europe, Asia, and America. It included black people, white people, and Asians. Each person’s gender, age, birth date, and family address were listed, even their evaluation rating.
Without exception, they were all children under ten years old, evidently ranked based on talent and potential as hosts, to be captured based on priority.
Gu Jianlin’s mind exploded with terror when he saw the final name.
Su Xiang.
This was clearly a name once used by Candle Dragon Venerable in the Human World.
And now, it had eerily appeared here.
"Su Xiang, female, date of birth December 31, 2000, home address Jinmao Building 3105, Hongshui District of Xichang City, host rating S-level, a unique S-level." Gu Jianlin murmured softly over the file, assuming more detailed data was stored digitally, not in paper documents.
