The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 868 - 413: Qilin and Candle Dragon
Gu Jianlin felt an unprecedented pain, as he pierced his heart with the Qilin Wedge. Yet, the avatar condensed by the Original Forbidden Curse did not perish; rather, it seemed to have unlocked the shackles deep within his soul. A surge of fury erupted like molten lava, capable of burning a hole in the sky.
The intense pain feedback reached his body, and the Nightmare descended.
The ancient, ruined city, the kneeling sinners, the king wielding a torch, as if to set the world ablaze.
This was like a millennia-old mural, with the king standing alone at the edge of the world, overlooking this silent city. His only companions were the burning flames and the falling rain from the sky. His gaze was so cold and silent, time flowed without a sound, telling unknown stories.
He lowered the torch, and the sinners were burned into charcoal while maintaining their kneeling postures.
The torrential rain fell, and the world was submerged in the storm. Only the lonely silhouette of the king stood unwavering.
This was not his memory; it came like a cold storm, seeming to push him into the abyss.
In the wind and fire, the man suddenly turned, his face terrifying and demonic, cruel golden eyes flashing with endless pain and solitude, embracing him strongly.
The king’s embrace was so cold, as if to swallow him whole.
"I bless you, and curse you."
His voice was gentle, yet exploded like thunder: "What I possess, you must possess. What I lose, you must lose. I want you to be as strong as I am. I want you to be as... lonely."
This king is... the Qilin Venerable!
In the real world, the ruined ancient city revived at that moment.
This was a true revival because he really came back to life!
The ancient palace shook off the dust with a tremor, and the dusty walls were no longer mottled. The thousand-year-old mural came alive, with scarlet blood seeping through, and the king in the painting raised his staff and roared to the sky!
Like a tsunami, grand funeral music played, thunderous and solemn melodies echoed in the silence. Yet, there were no instruments, only ancient wind chimes swayed, and the ancient bell thundered.
The city’s life and death were reversed!
Accompanied by countless hands breaking through the soil, the vast scorched earth was torn apart.
Corpses from a thousand years ago returned from death, with bare white bones remaining. Yet, they knelt on the ground, chanting ancient hymns, as if welcoming a returning king.
The king had already risen skyward.
It was a Qilin covering the sky and sun, never had there been such a majestic body; half-decayed flesh, the other half pulsing with scarlet eerie veins, life and death perfectly combined, solemn as mythology. Mist exhaled formed menacing clouds, brewing terrifying lightning and thunder.
This suddenly descending Black Qilin completely engulfed the boy.
He felt the proliferation of flesh and fascia, bones creaking as they reshaped a mythic body.
Boom!
Thousands of wind chimes shattered, the ancient bell exploded into a mist, and the revived ancient city collapsed with a roar!
The eyes of billions of resurrected skeletons gleamed with scarlet light, seeming to sweep through the ancient city.
"This is impossible."
In an unknown corner, Mr. Solomon murmured softly. Behind him, blood splattered out, and all researchers controlling the Heaven’s Punishment Meteor were killed. Control was forcibly seized by him.
The Heaven’s Punishment Meteor had already descended, unstoppable by anyone.
He only came to watch, to see with his own eyes the appearance of death among those young people.
Unexpectedly, he witnessed such an astonishing scene.
Mad laughter echoed between heaven and earth.
"Look."
The Think Tank proclaimed loudly: "That Black Qilin is about to charge toward the sky’s extreme!"
The Heaven’s Punishment fell.
It was a meteor from the Ancient Times, yet it released scorching energy like a burning sun, dragging a kilometer-long tail as it descended, illuminating the barren earth.
Even if it was a Heaven’s Punishment Meteor thrown across worlds, only one was enough to destroy any Superdimensional Level being. Even those at the Holy Land Level would flee without hesitation, never choosing a direct collision.
The Primordial Return demonstrated by the King of Qing blocked the vast killing intent of the stars.
Now, what his student was doing bore striking resemblance.
Gu Jianlin charged skyward against the heavens. He was no longer in human form but a Black Qilin covering the sky and sun, the most original form of the Ancient God Clan, recorded in mythology as a demon god’s form.
The vast breath of the Ancient God flowed through his body, liberating endless vitality as if an ice river thawing, that constant power was so impetuous, like a volcano about to erupt, inch by inch exploding.
In an instant, the life of the ancient city was completely devoured by him.
The ancient city revived for him, and perished because of him.
The Spiritual Domain left by the Qilin Venerable was now his to use.
Gu Jianlin inhaled tidal vitality, keen golden eyes flashing with chilling light. He gently uttered an ancient syllable and the ultimate of the Ancient Divine Language was unleashed, the solar flame consumed his body, propelling him into the sky like a meteor, tearing the heavens apart accompanied by thunderous melodies!
Bang!
The Black Qilin forcefully collided with the Heaven’s Punishment Meteor!
