The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 838 - 400: Scheming Xiao Gu
The shrill alarm sounded in Sado Town, where the Egyptians who established this small town warned the pioneers in Arabic-accented Chinese. They all observed the towering ancient trees rising from the distant sandstorm, with a giant dragon coiled on the treetops, an ancient Ancestor roaring in fury.
Within a fifty kilometer radius, the Ancient God’s Breath was in turmoil, and the strong magnetic fields thoroughly disrupted communication equipment, leaving only static noise in the pioneers’ walkie-talkies, while the Sky Dome was shrouded in deep gloom, dark and sunless.
Only the storm was brewing.
The Ancient God Seeds awakened from slumber, smelling the scent of death, and fled frantically.
The towering ancient trees loomed over the Sky Dome, with branches like the Devil’s tentacles. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
The fleeing pioneers gathered into a surging crowd, jumping onto off-road vehicles, exhausting all means to evacuate.
Only three people in the ruins were calm, seemingly indifferent to the impending disaster.
"Seventh Ancestor, Yi!"
Taihua gazed at the ancient trees in the depths of the sandstorm, faintly perceiving an Ancient Dragon coiled on the treetop, and softly remarked: "Two thousand five hundred years ago, it participated in the battle of the East Sea, one of the few Ancestors who survived. It indeed has some skills; otherwise, it couldn’t have led the dragons to chase us for ten full years back then."
The President naturally experienced this deeply, as before humanity’s Golden Age, there was indeed such a dark history, where people could only seek a glimmer of hope under the oppressive force of the Ancient Gods.
Today, those histories of blood and fire are documented in the annals.
Whether it’s the overthrow of dynasties or invasions by foreign races, including Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities.
Behind everything, there’s a shadow of the Ancient God Clan.
War has never ceased, merely changing through countless forms.
As humanity’s history is a history of warfare with the Ancient God Clan.
"That said, I remember the Seventh Ancestor was still heavily injured by Master and Teacher’s joint efforts?"
The Silver King followed behind her, with frost-white long hair trailing on the ground, and the black windbreaker fluttering in the wind: "Otherwise, the Seventh Ancestor’s power wouldn’t have barely recovered to Holy Land Level."
Before descending to Earth, the Ancient God Clan often restored their power by devouring their kind.
After arriving on Earth, the Ancient God Clan found fresher blood food, that is humanity.
Thus in Ancient Times, the Ancient God Clan used humanity as their sacrifice to restore power, a grand Blood Sacrifice could devour all living things within a hundred miles, the so-called scorched earth in history was merely a tragic tale artificially embellished, and the real history is often ten million times more cruel than what’s recorded in books.
"Unfortunately, Buzhou Mountain’s dimension doesn’t allow the existence of Demigods, otherwise this blood feud would be avenged."
The Golden King looked coldly on, with eyes concealing a taste of killing as he gazed into the distance.
This stems from Taiqing’s teachings to his students, summarized by eight words.
Blood feud runs deep, sworn enemies not shared under the same sky.
Silver and gold were war orphans before the Golden Age.
They are senior and junior siblings, as well as cousins.
Gold was born into the Zong Family, while silver came from a branch family.
The Ying Family is a Royal Family from the Pre-Qin period, the largest family after the Jiang Family and Ji Family over two thousand years, fighting against the Ancient God Clan, shedding the most blood. They carried great glory to the present, but two hundred years ago suffered a blow, nearly wiped out by the Candle Dragon Clan.
Without the rise of silver and gold, the Ying Family might have already perished.
The most unforgettable thing in this world is hatred.
Precisely because of this, they are staunch Hawks.
"After so many years, you still can’t let it go."
Taihua said indifferently: "Your talents might not be much less than Qing and Chi. The reason for such power disparity lies in your excessive hatred for the Ancient God Clan?"
Because of excessive hatred, they don’t want to become Ancient God Clan themselves.
All of the Ascender’s cultivation stems from their spirit.
Thus they remained unable to take the final step and couldn’t become as powerful as their senior siblings.
It wasn’t their intention for gold and silver to become a Catastrophe; they were compelled by their senior siblings.
Even the collaboration with the Lishan Tiyan Pavilion, if not for the Emperor’s legacy, they wouldn’t comply.
"If the teacher were still alive, they might be very disappointed seeing us like this."
The Golden King, who hated the Ancient God Clan without concealment, looked at the sandstorm’s ancient trees and said indifferently: "If that lunatic truly wants to return, I’ll spare no cost to kill him once more."
The Silver King suddenly raised her head, as the towering ancient trees were dramatically engulfed by the soaring golden flame, amidst the boundless light and heat seemed to stand a remarkable silhouette; her radiance was like that of the rising sun!
A brilliant crown condensed above her head, resembling a half-decayed Golden Tree, with flames flickering on the canopy as if sea tides, burning branches resembling natural veins, stretching to the world’s end.
That is the Heavenly Person Realm!
No other Heavenly Person Realm in the world is as domineering, the Ancient God’s Breath within a hundred miles evaporated in an instant, just like the sun’s explosive outburst within a silent Universe, the unleashed power sufficient to consume all darkness and ignorance.
Even if the President personally intervenes, without deploying Heavenly Personification, perhaps nothing would change.
Might even be inferior.
