The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 867 - 412: Primordial Return, True Form of the Qilin!
The Golden King knew that the woman in front of him was beyond reasoning. He forced his robust body to stand, steam evaporating with each muscle tremor, and his body temperature gradually rose as his spirituality boiled.
"I’ve heard that people become muddled in their old age."
The Silver King said coldly, "I didn’t expect it to be true."
"It’s you who are muddled; I am very clear-headed."
Taihua chuckled silently, arrogance filling her fierce eyes: "Liu Bei has fought battles all his life, why can’t he continue with music and dance? I’ve dedicated my whole life to this world, why can’t I have a bit of selfishness? Moreover, the conflict between the Ancient God Clan and humans is not because of resources or hatred. We’ve been fighting for twenty thousand years without a result, so why not try to solve the problem from the root with a different approach?"
She suddenly turned around, her robes flapping in the wind, the setting sun engulfing the giant stone statue like blood, radiating imperial majesty, and thunder seemed to rumble in a daze: "Silver, Gold, have you ever wondered why I always favor Qing and Chi? Because the biggest problem with the two of you is not weakness, but stupidity."
The radiant Golden Realm suddenly trembled, hovering mid-air like the sun.
Encompassing lands for thousands of miles.
Her pupils ignited, as if the fire of divine wrath had been kindled.
"Two hundred years have passed, and you’ve made no progress. If you want to kill me, you better be ready for a mutual destruction. One of you should choose to gamble your life with me, while the other survives to reap the benefits. Since it’s murder, why pretend to be aboveboard? You didn’t even resort to poison, so how could you hope to defeat me?"
Taihua reprimanded, "Golden, your swordsmanship is just as dreadful as it was two hundred years ago. Silver, if it weren’t for you being a girl, how embarrassing would you be right now? Like a bullied weak girl, covering your clothes in shame?"
Only she could reprimand two Catastrophes like this.
Even having to hand-hold and teach her students how to murder her, a senior.
Indeed, fitting for Taihua.
Even when betrayed, she still maintains such demeanor.
As soon as she finished speaking, Taihua lowered her head, and a hint of black veins appeared on her wrist.
She was briefly stunned, then smiled contentedly.
"Poison was added to the medicine prepared for you back then."
The Golden King said expressionlessly, "The medicine concocted by a Demigod Level Alchemist, and you couldn’t even smell it."
The Silver King advanced, wielding the Iron Sword, with the Ancient God’s Breath raging within, a strange blood hue surfacing in his eyes, speaking earnestly with confusion and incomprehension: "Teacher, you have weakened, weakened greatly. If you were still as strong as before, we wouldn’t plan to delay your death by joining together; we would immediately flee. Even now, why haven’t you unleashed the Heavenly Person’s Wedge, or even performed Heavenly Personification, is it that we’re not worthy?"
In the knife-cutting winds, Taihua’s fringe fluttered continuously, her blazing pupils devoid of emotion, indifferently said: "In my current state, I no longer possess such abilities, but dealing with you is more than sufficient."
With these words, both Silver and Gold were shocked.
A gigantic fissure opened in the horizon, vaguely a light descended, locking onto the Qilin cloud afar.
"These foolish children."
She softly said: "Do survive, won’t you."
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The Think Tank raised a hand to shield his eyes, a massive pillar of light descended from the heavens, illuminating the desolate ruins in bright daylight.
"What a pity."
He stepped back, a vague black hole opening behind him, as deep as the void.
Because Gu Jianlin said a word.
No.
What followed was beyond his control, for his strength was indeed weak.
Heaven’s Punishment descended from the sky, destined to obliterate all.
Gu Jianlin gazed upwards, the massive pillar of light locking onto him from above, hearing the sound of thunder and fire clashing from the void, the sound of Heaven’s Punishment Meteor crashing through the chaotic dimensional streams.
He made this decision, certainly not of his own volition.
For his companions had all made their choices.
"I won’t give up on you. Once I’ve found reinforcements, I’ll come for you, you must wait for me." Tang Ling raised her rose-red eyes to him, outwardly calm yet innerly trembling, her right hand’s knuckles whitening from gripping too hard, the other hand’s Extreme Thunder also trembling slightly.
As the successive President, she had her pride.
She could not watch her mentor die like this.
Hence, she must find the reinforcements capable of rewriting the battle’s outcome and change this fate with her own hands.
The issue being, their actions essentially wagering their lives.
Because if Gu Jianlin failed to withstand Heaven’s Punishment, they would all perish.
The stake rested solely on Gu Jianlin.
"Rest assured, I will bring your girlfriend out alive."
Jiang Ziyue scratched his head, stated with a cheerful smile: "Before Lin Dong arrives, neither I nor she shall die."
Ying Changsheng said nothing, instead he scrutinized the burning ruins, seeking any operational helicopter.
From beginning to end, they never mentioned their own life or death.
Someone once said that trust is the most expensive thing in the world.
It seems to be true now.
Gu Jianlin muttered, as the firmament burned in his eyes, and immense fissures spread forth.
The aura of destruction descended from the heavens.
"Is someone looking after you over there?"
Tang Ling suddenly asked, "Moon Princess?"
Gu Jianlin was slightly taken aback.
"If it’s her, then I can rest assured. I don’t know what kind of relationship she has with you. For now, I’ll entrust you to her, but when I find you, I’ll still have to take you back." Tang Ling suddenly stepped forward, tightly embraced his back, her soft body trembling slightly, whispering softly.
The demon in front of her seemed to have no warmth, cold like a corpse.
Only in this way could she feel a hint of warmth.
"Promise me, don’t die."
She whispered, "I won’t abandon you, never."
Gu Jianlin could feel the warmth transmitted from his back, raising his hand to press on her delicate hand.
"Okay."
Bang!
Vast spirituality ignited, the fierce wind surged all around.
Tang Ling stepped back step by step, staring at the young man’s silhouette, the roar of the helicopter echoing behind her.
Ying Changsheng finally started a damaged helicopter, a machine covered in scars, yet still functional.
At the crucial moment, Jiang Ziyue pulled the girl into the vehicle.
The helicopter shot into the sky like a bird with broken wings, yet it teetered precariously.
Of course, the helicopter couldn’t fly out of the Heaven’s Punishment Meteor’s targeting range, but since they had already made their choice, there would be no regrets. None of the people chosen by the President were cowards afraid of death; instead, they were all reckless individuals who defied convention, excessively arrogant madmen.
Mediocre people go with the flow.
Geniuses often swim against the current!
The helicopter flew farther and farther, that demon-like silhouette becoming smaller in the wind and sand.
Yet it stood towering, comparable to the heavens!
In Gu Jianlin’s palm appeared a black hole, forcefully devouring that Holy Corpse, as the Ancient God’s Breath erupted like molten lava, and he casually drew the Qilin Wedge from the void resembling a cross scepter.
At this moment, his emotions were as calm as dead water, no one had ever taught him what to do, yet this instinct engraved in his consciousness dictated his actions, the black Qilin in the depths of his soul suddenly awakened.
Also at this moment.
From the fractured firmament, a massive meteor forcefully tore through the dimensional rift, descending from the heavens!
Vaguely, the world was shrouded in darkness.
Because the Heaven’s Punishment Meteor obscured everything.
Blazing firelight ignited, the desolate ruins appeared as if they had fallen into hell.
For the meteor’s friction produced Heavenly Fire that rained down.
It was practically doomsday.
"Let me see."
Ying Changsheng put on noise-canceling headphones, looking down he said, "The true Primordial Return."
Jiang Ziyue also looked down upon this scene, knowing he might witness a divine miracle.
Fierce winds filled the cabin, Tang Ling’s red hair fluttering like petals, her eyes reflecting a black Qilin, fleeting amidst the void, its ethereal roar piercing deep into the soul.
"Unsealing!"
The parrot softly said.
Gu Jianlin reversed the grip of the Qilin Wedge and suddenly pierced his own heart.
Pitched black lightning flashed and extinguished between heaven and earth.
In the ultimate roar, the Think Tank stood on the edge of the black hole, shouting madly.
"Primordial Return, Qilin’s true form!"
Bang.
A black Qilin suddenly broke free from the shackles deep within the soul, soaring to the heavens.
