The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 818 - 391: He Is Coming Back

The ancient temple was shrouded in countless threads of twilight, the statues within pinching flowers between their fingers, their eyes filled with a compassionate silence, as if praying for blessings upon the world. The sound of the bell was distant and desolate.

"Since the birth of humanity, be it religious prophecy or mythological legend, all bear testimony to the possibility of the world’s end. Sigmund Zweig’s ’The Queen’s Head’ once said that the price for all gifts of fate is marked discreetly beforehand. Early human sages also believed that gods would not willfully redeem mankind."

Ji Zhou lit a stick of incense before the statue and softly said, "Moreover, early ancestors did not truly regard the Ancient God Clan as gods... Child, there’s one thing you must remember."

Gu Jianlin looked at her back, with a gaze seeking guidance.

"You were not born to behold or revere anyone,"

Ji Zhou, hands behind her back, spoke in a voice as booming as an ancient bell, resonating in this world: "If there truly are gods in this world, how could you bear it if you are not that god?"

The bell echoed relentlessly, a fierce wind arose within Tian Ding Temple, causing the hem of her trench coat to flap loudly—a seemingly thin and fragile back, yet capable of bearing the weight of the entire world.

It was the arrogance of an emperor, the majesty of an emperor, the magnanimity of an emperor.

It was hard to imagine how this woman was at the pinnacle of the world in her youth. You cannot describe her with the word ’beauty’, even though she was indeed beautiful; her sharpness overshadowed her beauty.

You cannot view her as merely a woman.

There’s but one word in this world that can describe her.

King.

"Were you really not an emperor more than four hundred years ago?"

Gu Jianlin murmured.

"In the present world, I am a princess."

Ji Zhou spoke indifferently, "Emperor Tianqi was my brother in name. At that time, we were busy dealing with the Ancient God Clan emerging from the Returning Ruins, seldom returning to the present world, unlike your leisure." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Gu Jianlin too had gone through some files, learning that ancient wars between humans and the Ancient God Clan were unbelievably brutal.

Wars as epic and mythological.

Nowadays, Qilin Immortal Palace is not so perilous, mainly because two thousand years ago, with the war waged between the Candle Dragon clan and Qilin clan, much of the Ancient God Clan perished, and those who survived remain in slumber.

Hence, exploring the Qilin Immortal Palace is not war but exploration.

The true threats in Qilin Immortal Palace are extremely hidden.

Quite fitting the style of the Black Supreme.

"I have no interest in becoming a god,"

Gu Jianlin said truthfully.

"You aren’t interested, but others are. If you don’t become a god, others will, and many may die in the process—possibly those close to you or you yourself."

Ji Zhou’s voice thundered with the sound of blades and transmitted a murderous aura: "Living in this world ultimately means being driven along by it; many matters are beyond your control. People can never truly understand each other; war and conflict are inevitable aspects of nature."

"All those standing atop the world possess a uniform trait."

She paused: "We never revere."

Gu Jianlin indeed agreed with this principle—if you revere someone, you can never surpass them.

This is the reason humanity has been able to fight against the Ancient God Clan till this day.

"Even knowing of the world’s end, you need not fear. Everyone dies eventually; birth, aging, sickness, and death is an eternal law. One must learn to confront death candidly and find peace with it."

Ji Zhou said dispassionately, "Why do people fear death? Because they die kneeling."

Gu Jianlin vaguely understood that the dialogue today would significantly enlighten his life, yet due to his lack of experience, could not completely comprehend its meaning.

Perhaps years later, he would recognize the profound teachings from the woman before him.

At this moment, he noticed something.

Ji Zhou was steadily gazing at a spiritual tablet in front of the statue.

It was a wordless spiritual tablet, the redwood already weathered, bearing marks of time.

"This is the President’s husband,"

Ji Zhou suddenly disclosed, "Taiqing, the last President."

Gu Jianlin was taken aback.

"Each President’s primary mission, apart from maintaining order in the Human World, is to seek methods to counter the Ancient God Clan, as well as research the true meaning behind the world’s end."

Ji Zhou said softly, "As early as four thousand six hundred years ago, humans discovered the existence of the Heavenly Person’s Wedge amid ancient ruins. The exact time and place can no longer be verified today. Early people, through studying the Heavenly Person’s Wedge, recreated the power of the Candle Light Law, leading to the birth of the Heavenly Person."

"Over generations, Heavenly Persons have refined the Candle Light Law, gaining the strength to explore the Ancient God Realm and trace the secrets of the gods."

A self-deprecating smile arose on her lips: "Jiang Chunyang, have you met him?"

Unexpectedly, she inquired about this, Gu Jianlin nodded slightly.

"How is he?"

Ji Zhou suddenly asked.

Gu Jianlin thought of the crazed old man and shook his head.

"Jiang Chunyang might’ve mentioned the Starry Sky Plan, that step is the most vital in human history; only Ascenders can proceed to the Inner Universe, witnessing the truest aspect of this world."

Ji Zhou gazing at the wooden tablet, spoke softly: "That was Taiqing’s plan. We laid out the Alchemy Matrix on the spaceship, using the power of the Heavenly Person Realm to expand the barren universe. You may not know, but the Inner Universe is filled with Ancient God’s Breath, and once an ordinary person steps in, they instantly undergo Deformation."