The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 834 - 398: When I Say East, She Wouldn’t Dare Go West
The geology of the desert was forcibly corrupted. Ancient trees, decayed and towering, erupted from the ground, enough to cover the sky at a moment’s notice. Their twisted branches were like withered hands of the despairing reaching out from hell, while beneath the cracked bark lay a shocking blood-red, consisting of sinew and veins.
Countless blood vessels extended from the tree roots, eroding the boundless desert.
Along the path, the blood polluted the land, like a hell of surging molten lava.
"Four thousand years like a dream, in an instant, the hegemony turns to void."
The black ancient dragon coiled around the ancient tree, overlooking the earth. This ancient Ancestor finally revealed its ultimate form; it seemed to have abandoned its own emotions and feelings, retaining only the coldest divinity.
And an imperial majesty.
In ancient times, one can imagine this Ancestor donned in royal robes in the human world.
The piercing wails resounded as the Twilight Candidates were polluted by the lava-like blood. Their already declining Evolutionary State reappeared, bloody dragon horns grew out, their dark red vertical pupils filled with blood threads, fangs pierced their lips, and even iron armor-like Dragon Scale emerged, the high temperatures on their bodies emitting smoke!
These Evolvers were forcibly conscripted, becoming citizens of the Emperor.
Only Jiang Ziyue roared toward the sky, with stormy vertical pupils showing shocking crimson. Only he could barely maintain his human form, though nearly split apart by the rampant Ancient God’s Breath.
"Kill."
Amid the roaring Dragon Roar of the Ancient Bell, a dignified decree echoed.
The Twilight Candidates charged into the sandstorm like the gates of hell had opened, and evil spirits poured out!
Jiang Ziyue heard the ancient command in his ears, an extra gift from the Ancient God. The noble Dragon Blood unlocked his Evolution Path, allowing him to go further on the path of the You Ying Law.
Torn by the violent winds, he sprinted across the barren desert, disappearing without a trace.
From start to finish, Skylark hovered in mid-air, not even glancing at them.
If that guy ends up being hunted down and killed by these people, then he should reincarnate in the next life as soon as possible.
The most urgent task is to deal with the enemy at hand, otherwise, the entire desert will be detonated, with a power equivalent to the sum of Little Boy and Fat Man multiplied by ten tons, and both mentally and physically destructive.
Skylark considered tearing through space to throw it to Ying Province, but unfortunately, doing so would greatly deplete her strength.
More loss than gain.
"Is there such a drastic change after abandoning the human body?"
Skylark looked down at the decayed corpse buried beneath the ancient tree. In such a short time, it had already turned into a shriveled skeleton, obviously used up as a container and its remaining Life Force drained.
She understood everything with just a glance.
The Seventh Ancestor, occupying a human body, had nearly extinguished its original soul.
The Pseudo Ancestor is a byproduct created by the Shifting Flower and Wood Secret Technique. Its purpose was to allow the Ancient God Clan to descend into human shells, thereby adapting to the rules of the real world and unleashing power beyond specifications.
However, in the Seventh Ancestor’s case, this effect was not ideal.
In the Pseudo Ancestor state, Its power was still significantly restricted. One could even say It was bound by the human shell. Now the power It displayed was the strength an Ancient God Clan should possess.
"So it’s the human soul that’s the key, no...humanity is the crucial part. Humans and the Ancient God Clan perceive the world differently, with the core distinction being internal spirit. This is why humans can adapt to the Candle Light Law and the You Ying Law and can thus wield supernatural power in this world."
Skylark softly murmured, "Whose rules are these, really?"
In the endless sandstorm, the formidable ancient dragon soared skyward, descending like a burning meteor.
"You are not It. I may fear you, but I will not revere you."
A terrifying Dragon Roar was like thunder.
Skylark lifted her head, her ink-dyed long hair blown apart by the wind, faintly obscuring her strikingly beautiful and alluring appearance.
In her pupils were the reflections of the burning sky and the fiery meteors hurtling towards her.
"Even that blood-red Supreme would still regard you as a traitor, wouldn’t he?"
She said indifferently, "Rest assured, I think someday I’ll go looking for Him."
Skylark had no intention of fleeing. With her pride, once she made a move, she must slay her enemy.
Whether you self-destruct or not, she intends to chop off your head with her own hands.
Moreover, killing this Ancestor could provide her with some nourishment.
The sandstorm howled, her long sleeves quivered, and the blood-red ghost knife trembled incessantly!
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The colossal ancient tree seemed to shroud the entire desert, its shadow spreading endlessly. The earth along the way decayed, and the cacti in the sand dunes, once polluted, twisted and proliferated like demons.
The sandstorm carried an intense stench of blood, enough to scorch human skin.
"Go!"
Gu Jianlin glanced swiftly, realizing something was amiss, and said softly, "That guy is about to self-destruct."
"Where did you find such a helper?"
Tang Ling was taken aback, being able to force an Ancestor to self-destruct was undoubtedly one of the strongest in this world.
Without hesitation, the two of them turned and fled, traversing the sandy terrain.
Facing the self-destruction of an Ancient God Clan head-on was something only someone out of their mind would choose to do.
"An unhinged woman; I’m currently her guardian, or you could say I’m like her human pillar. Have you watched ’Naruto’? It’s similar to the relationship between Naruto Uzumaki and the Nine-Tails. Don’t be fooled by her strong combat abilities; she’s actually like a little girl and quite pitiful," Gu Jianlin shouted against the wind and sand.
The wind howled, easily drowning out any voice that wasn’t loud enough.
"Could that person be Skylark?"
Tang Ling raised her vermillion eyes and asked suspiciously, "Are you really with her? Can you handle it?"
She thought of certain rumors, and a strange expression flashed in her beautiful eyes.
"Don’t worry, I’ve said she’s just a little girl with mental issues."
Gu Jianlin said calmly, "I’m her guardian, if I say go east, she wouldn’t dare to go west."
Tang Ling instinctively became wary, about to question further.
At that moment, a trace of pain crossed her charming face, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Her waist seeped with crimson blood, the result of a grievous knife wound.
Her steps were unsteady, almost causing her to fall.
The Seventh Ancestor misjudged her state, and Bai Ze’s Forbidden Curse wasn’t almighty. Her abilities couldn’t completely erase the karma line, so the knife stroke that should have killed her still affected her, even if erased.
"Charging forward while injured, just how proud are you?" Gu Jianlin shook his head and scooped her into his arms—like a princess in that favored hold between lovers. She stood over five foot seven, her weight less than a hundred pounds, her figure comparable to a model’s, yet she felt as light as a rag doll in his arms.
He could sense her weakness, a backlash from Bai Ze’s Forbidden Curse.
Indeed, the Seventh Ancestor’s power far surpassed theirs.
Surviving a full-force strike from him would inevitably come at a devastating cost.
"Back then, didn’t you charge towards a Primordial all by yourself?"
Tang Ling’s charming face was somewhat unnatural, her delicate body tensed in his arms as she lightly bit her lips, "You have no right to lecture me, besides... I simply don’t want to lose to you."
From her backpack came a strange, mocking voice.
"Can you two stop with the lovey-dovey talks and run?"
Squawked the parrot.
Distorted shadows appeared in the wind and sand, those were the Twilight Candidates in fierce pursuit.
Gu Jianlin and his companions weren’t incapable of fighting them, but once entangled, they risked being caught in the impending explosion—an ancient Ancestor’s fiery life-burning disaster, inescapable below the Holy Land.
The Twilight Candidates seemed unaffected by the corrosive land.
Moreover, they grew stronger.
At this rate, things seemed unfavorable for them.
The camels, sensing danger long ago, ventured into the deepest reaches of the sandstorm with their supplies.
Gu Jianlin, unhurried, summoned the Qilin Wedge.
It was a dark iron sword like a scepter, its blade broken and incomplete, with ancient mysterious patterns like deep and cryptic dragon scales, exuding an astonishing mystical aura.
The Qilin Wedge gave a slight hum, and with a flash of black light, an off-road vehicle appeared out of thin air.
"Damn!"
The parrot squawked from the backpack, flapping its wings.
This wasn’t just any off-road vehicle, but a modified one.
It only had a driver’s seat, with a silver-white rocket launcher mounted on the passenger side.
Who knew how such a thing appeared from nowhere.
Tang Ling, in his arms, widened her eyes. He seemed to perform magic.
Gu Jianlin, holding the red-haired girl, took the driver’s seat. He fastened his seatbelt, turned the ignition, and hit the gas, as the engine roared to life. "Hold on tight, it’s going to be a bumpy ride."
He opened the compartment under the co-driver’s seat, pulling out a previously prepared medical kit, whispering, "I have some secret medicine here, deal with your injuries urgently. Don’t worry, I won’t peek."
"Talking like that now?"
Tang Ling looked up at him coldly, "It’s not like you haven’t seen before."
A strange silence, lasting less than half a second.
With a boom, the off-road vehicle raced across the desert like a raging bull.
The parrot flapped its wings, using its feet to press the rocket launcher trigger.
"You petty scoundrels, die for grandpa!"
The cannon fire roared, bombarding the bleak scorched earth.
Gu Jianlin glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing a massive mushroom cloud rising behind them. The gear provided by the Shadows was brutally violent, intended as emergency defense weapons, turning into a heavy rocket launcher instead.
"Where are we headed?"
Tang Ling, leaning against him, softly asked, gripping the medical kit with her right hand.
"Dragon Burial Valley,"
Gu Jianlin calmly replied, "As for your teammates, don’t worry about them for now. If I’m not mistaken, someone should already be on their way to assist them; they have an additional task."
