The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 833 - 397: Come Forth, Sparrow Llama!

Gu Jianlin knew that this was not the time to get distracted, but unfortunately, his mind briefly crashed. If not for feeling the overwhelming surge of dragon power, he might not have reacted in time.

He wanted to dodge, but for some reason, couldn’t bear to do so.

His heartbeat accelerated, and the flow of his blood quickened as well.

Emotions brewed in his heart, and even his stone-hard heart was inexplicably eroded.

The girl’s vermilion lips were soft and sweet, like holding a piece of transparent ice.

This was Tang Ling’s other personality, or rather the side inclined towards the Ancient God Clan that dominated her body. Her appearance was both charming and cold, with vermilion eyes that were imposing and arrogant. Her dark red long hair fluttering in the wind added to her defiant nature, especially the pair of horns atop her head, giving her a seductive and demonic allure, more like a witch.

In this state, she was extremely aggressive and possessive.

Her gaze was condescending, openly displaying her anger and reproach.

"You’re still alive, why didn’t you come to find me?"

With lips barely touched, she coldly asked, "Not even a word?"

Even with her personality, she cared deeply about this matter.

The anger was because she felt neglected.

The reproach was because she thought he had died, leaving her drifting and dispirited during this time.

The President even said she perfectly assumed the role of a widow.

Just then, she suddenly noticed something.

Gu Jianlin had been constantly staring at her forehead, with a profound gaze she couldn’t understand.

This even made her feel inexplicably uneasy.

Gu Jianlin retracted his gaze and said expressionlessly, "Now is not the time to talk about this. The Ether Association has eyes everywhere; many people are not worth trusting. I can protect you better by hiding in the shadows."

He turned and raised his hand, causing the Space Freeze domain to expand with a roar.

Time was forcibly silenced; bullet rain suspended mid-air, artillery fire dragging fiery trails like meteors falling, only to halt abruptly at the moment of explosion.

"I have very important things to tell you now."

He said softly, "There’s a big problem within the Ether Association. We’ve always thought the Order of the Hidden has strong infiltration capabilities, but we’re wrong. The reason they can do such things is not because they’ve infiltrated Order, but because they were involved from the establishment of Order."

Tang Ling stared in shock, eyes widened, "What do you mean?"

Gu Jianlin wanted to tell her the truth about Frida’s Schizophrenia but choked on it, instinctively feeling it was best not to tell her.

After all, the President hadn’t disclosed the truth to her either, which meant there was no need to tell her.

There’d be no benefit in telling her, only harm.

Because he had a vague and bold idea.

The Tang Family is a prominent family in the Order World.

Who could conduct such experiments on a child right under the nose of those big figures?

It must be someone close to her.

"From now on, don’t trust anyone around you."

He paused, "Until the President returns to full strength."

Tang Ling quietly observed his side profile; even after just half a month, he seemed to have grown a lot, with hardened iron-like lines and deeper eyes that hid sharpness.

When she first met him, he was young and impetuous, carrying the kind of arrogance and indifference that believed he was outstanding.

Now he was still arrogant and aloof, but with a rare steadiness.

Standing in front of her, he also gave an unprecedented sense of security.

Most importantly, he was really strong.

Very strong!

Because what Gu Jianlin had just exhibited was the Heavenly Person Realm!

He was also someone who simultaneously mastered two Supreme Laws.

If not for the inappropriate setting, she really wanted to fight him to see who was stronger.

At this moment, the Space Freeze domain collapsed, and a storm of artillery fire descended from the sky.

Gu Jianlin flashed and slipped into the void, the Divine Speed Domain expanded with a roar, unleashing a pure violence of blade techniques, slashing with no skill to speak of, yet shining with the brilliance of falling stars.

An ancient Blade Technique Extreme Intent amazed time, effortlessly tearing the void with countless overlapping slashes. The collapsing space shrank with a thunderous roar, swallowing the descending artillery fire.

The Seventh Ancestor indifferently tore off his tattered black robe, revealing his jade-like hard torso, with a three-inch scar on his chest that hadn’t healed to this day, faintly shimmering gold.

This was the scar left by the Heavenly Person Realm.

He didn’t expect the firepower bombardment to kill these two prey in front of him.

Because they were both too high-level.

"Miss, we meet again."

He licked his lips and softly said, "It seems today will yield rich rewards."

Because the world’s most precious prey had appeared before him.

One was the perfect life.

Simultaneously mastering two Supreme Laws, their life level had reached Planet Level.

The other was new life created by human technology.

Also mastering two Supreme Laws, though their life level wasn’t as high, it was still terrifying.

Of course, he didn’t quite understand why these two were together.

And they were just kissing earlier.

Strangely, they were both females.

He didn’t know what kind of bizarre ritual this was, growing more cautious internally.

"Follow my command."

The Seventh Ancestor stepped forward like a commanding general on the battlefield, once leading the Dragon Clan army to flatten countless civilizations in Ancient Times. Now his followers were mere human ants.

"It’s your honor to fight alongside me."

He said flatly.

Jiang Ziyue gestured for the Twilight Candidates to prepare for battle and smiled, saying, "It truly is a supreme honor."

With the final artillery fire devoured completely, the roar dissipated into silence.

Space collapsed and expanded again, as Gu Jianlin flickered down onto the sand, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, his right hand gripping his blade.

"Joining forces to use the Heavenly Person Realm?"

Tang Ling’s pupils shimmered with intense gold as she walked beside him, sword in hand: "That guy is quite strong."

They both felt the terrifying dragon’s might rushing toward them.

Reunions were supposed to be beautiful, but unfortunately, it was under such lethal circumstances.

A Holy Land Level Seventh Rank Ancient God wanted their lives.

Even if the two of them together could possibly match four Sixth Ranks, they might not defeat a Seventh Rank.

Especially since that one was an Ancestor, and this was the Ancient God Realm.

The big shots in the Order World often say this to their children:

You better behave, or an Ancient God Clan will turn into a giant monster and eat you.

Such words are not mere scare tactics, for the Ancestor already possesses the ability of Primordial Return. In the Ancient God Realm, who knows how gigantic it could become, not only is its destructive power immense, but its defense becomes extremely strong too.

At that time, in melee combat, at most, you could only repair its foot.

"No, even if we use the Heavenly Person Realm, we won’t win, but I have another way."

Gu Jianlin lifted his eyes, gazing at the shadow emerging from the wind and sand, whispering: "Watch closely, the guy before us is the Seventh Ancestor of Buzhou Mountain, a Dragon Servant under the Canglong Ancestor. Back in Shinjuku Imperial Garden, this guy mistook me for you and almost drove me to a dead end. The Seventh Ancestor wanted to capture you back to Buzhou Mountain."

"When the Canglong Ancestor captured you, it must have had its share. Everything you went through involved it, the root cause of your life’s tragedy, your mortal adversary."

"When the tiger falls into the plains, it is bullied by dogs; when the dragon wanders in shallow waters, it is teased by shrimps. You possess the power of that Blood-colored Supreme, how can this small role be allowed to show off before you? In your prime, snuffing it out would be like crushing an ant, yet now it wants to capture you, treating you as weak prey, savoring the thrill of the hunt."

"Can you endure this? You cannot."

He paused, speaking internally: "If I were you, I would immediately take him down."

Tang Ling’s gaze toward him revealed a hint of bewilderment, unsure of what he was muttering.

The sandstorm was split open, the Seventh Ancestor wielding a shattered Ancient Blade, suddenly tearing through the void to close in!

In the howling sandstorm, a cold, stern voice rang out.

"You better not cpu me!"

Gu Jianlin felt the scorching spirituality within him erupt like a volcano, as a breathtaking blood-colored phantom emerged from his body, accompanied by a dragon’s roar shooting skyward, as if to shatter the void!

The gusting wind lifted Tang Ling’s bangs, her pupils contracted sharply, sensing a strong threat.

Clang!

The sound of blade contact!

The Seventh Ancestor’s fatal strike was blocked halfway, the hand holding the blade even trembled from the force.

Disbelief widened its eyes, deep within its pupils reflecting a stunning visage.

Skylark effortlessly intercepted its slash, with a backhand swipe severing.

With a cracking sound, its right arm flew through the air, blood spurting out.

Skylark raised her enchantingly alluring blood-red vertical pupils, her ink-dyed black hair waving in the wind, her deep crimson kimono fluttering, like a celestial princess descending among the clouds, a beauty sharp and conspicuous.

She was the kind who could master countless forms of beauty without needing to deliberately enact mythology.

Because she was the myth itself.

The blood-red ghost knife quivered fiercely in her hand, savagely drinking blood, the dragon’s roar resounding high!

With a bang, the Seventh Ancestor was sent crashing into the dunes like a cannonball, its jade-hard body fracturing into countless fine cracks, as if a diamond under extreme pressure nearing shattering.

Its chest collapsed from the heavy blow.

Skylark stood on its chest, coldly enchanting like a demon, a dragon lurking amidst the stormy sky.

The Seventh Ancestor spat a mouthful of blood, its pale face filled with disbelief, glancing at the black-haired girl in the distance, and at the stunning figure close to it, feeling such similarity.

"How could this be?"

Even with the Ancestor’s wisdom, this moment left it baffled, murmuring: "Do you have a daughter now?"

Clearly, this girl was the true Eldest Miss, able to so effortlessly defeat it.

If that’s the case, then who was the black-haired girl just now?

Skylark was only twenty-two this year, where could she have such an older daughter?

"It’s a boy."

Skylark said coldly: "Even if I did bear a child, it would have to be a son."

Lava-like blood kept oozing from the Seventh Ancestor’s lips, wherever the blood touched the sand, a strange bloody hue spread, hinting at roots taking hold, seeming to grow and sprout.

This Ancestor appeared to merge with the sand, sacrificing itself to nourish the land.

"Your son?"

The Seventh Ancestor was bewildered and puzzled.

Skylark remained silent for a moment, looking at the vast wind and sand, and spoke indifferently: "Consider him my brother."

At this moment, the Seventh Ancestor understood many things, a cruel smile appearing on its lips, hoarsely saying: "So that’s it. You still want a family even now. Because of loneliness, you found a monster similar to yourself. I’m curious about how he was born, but I suppose I won’t get an answer."

Skylark looked down at it, as if seeing a Canglong coiled within its pupils.

Clearly, the Canglong Ancestor had meddled with its Dragon Servant.

In other words, everything here happened under the watchful eye of that noble Ancestor.

"Are you ready?"

The Seventh Ancestor revealed a sinister smile, its body collapsing at a visible rate.

It abandoned the characteristics of a Pseudo Ancestor, intending to bring its true self here.

No, not just that.

It employed the ultimate technique, the Ancient God Clan’s destructive stance by sacrificing life.

Burning life’s Primordial Return.

Skylark’s indifferent voice pierced through the wind and sand: "You go first, I’ll stay behind."

With a thunderous rumble, an ancient black giant tree soared up from the blood-red soil, a solemn Ancient Dragon perched atop its canopy, its vertical pupils menacingly cruel, shrouded in torrents of wind and rain.

The Seventh Ancestor’s body lay dormant beneath the tree, as it grew, covering the sky and sun.