The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 843 - 402: The Order of the Hidden’s Hideout
Gu Jianlin’s breath nearly halted. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing before his eyes. When an explosion like a nuclear blast blew open the canyon, what appeared in the dust storm was unexpectedly a city.
A desolate city.
The appearance of a city in the ruins of the Ancient God Realm is nothing new, and may not even count as an archaeological news item. For frontline Ascenders, such ruins typically don’t contain anything unusual. More often, they might conceal some corpses that have been slumbering since Ancient Times, usually ancestor-level.
The true treasures often come with endless crises.
The problem was, in this city, he saw modern architecture belonging to humans!
"This is impossible."
Tang Ling put on her monocle and, after a simple divination, concluded: "Who knows how many years these ruins have been buried by the sands, but such modern buildings could not possibly have existed in that era."
The desolate ruins seemed abandoned at the end of the world, the sand dunes resembling mottled paint smeared on an ancient painting, fragmented bronze towers covered with ghastly fissures as if they had undergone countless executions, and even with scarlet stains, undoubtedly the blood of the Ancient God Clan, still vibrant after thousands of years.
Rather than a city, it’s more like a post-war wasteland, with enormous Dragon Bones snaking through the desert, their spines shattered by black iron monoliths, protruding spikes piercing the ground.
The wind sweeps away the dust, and everywhere in sight are such skeletal remains.
The ruined Temple eroded down to its framework, and a statue of a black giant stands as if at the edge of time, its body carved with flying clouds and running beasts. At its feet, piled like mountains, are skeletons, resembling the graves of dragons.
In the sound of the wind, there is a faint booming of an Ancient Bell.
The Ancient altar is sealed with black iron chains, the Ancient Bell roaring in the wind like the howl of a giant beast.
The relics in this ruin are unimaginably large, only Ancient Gods with immense stature could enjoy such grand architecture; gods should be lofty, overlooking all life.
If an ordinary person came to this ruin, they would undoubtedly be overwhelmed with shock.
But for Ascenders, it’s not so shocking.
Yet in such solemn and magnificent ruins, there are starkly incongruous elements.
Those are traces of humanity.
Steel scaffolding covers the imposing statue, beside the grim Dragon Bone piles stand makeshift shelters erected by humans, and the ruins have been manually excavated, with rusted diggers, even gigantic trucks parked by sand piles, with leftover water bottles still visible.
In the depths of the ruins is an abandoned research facility, constructed entirely of sheet metal, on the verge of collapse.
This is a strange event.
The strikes of blood mist and black fog flattened the dunes like a nuclear explosion.
Yet, the ruins remain intact.
Everything within the ruins was untouched.
"Battlefield."
Gu Jianlin, supporting his weary body, wandered through the desolate ruins, profiling the lingering clues, murmuring: "This was once a battlefield, if I’m not mistaken, this is where the Qilin Clan and the Candle Dragon Clan waged war. Perhaps 2,500 years ago, the dragons crossed the Sea of Eternal Life, half the Ancient Dragons perishing at the sea bed, the other half soaring into the sky, they broke the barrier of time and space, arriving at this barren desert."
"No, this was not a desert before, but a vibrant vast ocean. This is the world of Qilin Venerable, and if I’m guessing correctly, he seemed to like the sea."
He closed his eyes, softly murmuring: "This Black Supreme loved watching the sea."
Tang Ling knew he was doing something important and would never interrupt him. She merely held his hand, guiding him through the ruins, using the divination effect of the Mythical Weapon to provide him with clues.
Haunting dragon cries, a boiling sea, a magnificent Temple sinking into the sea bed.
The forcibly devoured sea area, a dried and weathered sea floor.
The furious roaring Qilin, blood staining the barren land.
"This was a city at sea, later submerged due to war, and only revealed after the seawater fully evaporated. You see the buildings have marine erosion, proving they were soaked by the sea for a time."
Gu Jianlin whispered: "That Black Supreme, countless ages ago, probably often came to this city. The Ancient God Clan in this city would come out to greet their God, killing the most beautiful girls in their Clan on ancient altars to please their capricious King."
That large altar is pierced by a black cross, stretching for tens of kilometers, with countless intersecting iron chains on which wind chimes hang, playing a poignant tune in the wind.
This altar is filled with intricate mysterious patterns, with a certain seductive charm.
Not daring to look too much.
Tang Ling lifted her beautiful eyes and saw, as if in a daze, a beautiful girl pierced through the heart by an Iron Sword, her death resembling the fallen flowers from a tree, her blood flowing like a waterfall, staining the deep sea.
There emerged faint roaring cheers, the frenzy of the Qilin Clan.
This is a spiritual vision phenomenon.
As if crossing countless spaces and times, arriving at that distant, divine era.
"Based on our understanding of that Black Supreme, this kind of brutal sacrifice is indeed what he favors."
