The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 908 - 427: Loneliness

The Red King looked at the half-cut mystical fruit in the boy’s hand, the exposed seed so crystal clear it seemed like the most perfect jade in the world, faintly flowing with countless intricate, mysterious black spells.

For the first time in two hundred years of scheming, the king’s expression changed, and a solemn emotion flickered in his eyes as he murmured, "Colorless Jade, enough to brew the third supreme’s prototype. It’s a pity, even after planning for so many years, it ends up lost. I truly can’t fathom how someone in this world could refuse me?"

Skylark clenched the half of the fruit, or rather, just half of its flesh.

The scent flowing from this half of the fruit was intoxicating, the balance of life and death perfectly maintained, it was a power sufficient to reverse life and death, ten times more potent than the Eternal Bone, yet lacking the truly essential core.

"You won."

Skylark neither felt disappointed nor surprised, she candidly admitted her defeat, a trace of cold smile emerging on her lips: "This is why you insisted on using a clone, you never truly trusted me, did you?"

Gu Jianlin replied indifferently: "Why should I trust a woman I’ve never met? Because you saved me? From the very beginning, our relationship was merely cooperative. I didn’t know what you wanted to do, but I had to guard against you. I used my true self to bear the consequences of Causality Grafting, just so I could use a clone to watch over you."

So-called trust never existed from the beginning.

Everyone harbored their own secrets, which is why they were never even friends from the start.

In today’s manipulative machinations, previous trust and reliance seem rather ludicrous.

In his golden eyes, there was nothing but indifference as he unfolded his hand and said: "Now that our agreement is completed, Jiang Chunyang is practically no different from the dead, and you seem to be ready to return to the pinnacle."

Now, he could reclaim everything with the Qilin Wedge at any time, and let the clone disperse.

No one could stop him.

This is also why the other side did not choose to continue fighting for it.

Because they already lost.

No chance to turn the tables.

"As for the seed you want, I don’t know what it is, but I’m not handing it over."

He calmly stated: "Seeing your expressions, I find it very interesting."

What kind of expressions were they?

They were the expressions of a calculative person discovering their plans came to naught.

Or the expressions of a Hunter finding their prey escaped the cage.

That surprise, that unexpectedness.

Rumble.

When the Golden Divine Tree and the black lotus vanished, the entire Divine Ruins began to tremble, and the space-time collapsed.

Dust began to sift down, the Qilin statue collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The sky-piercing pillars cracked like the end of the world.

The Qilin and Candle Dragon roared, piercing the dome, exploding mid-air, as flames rained down.

"Things have reached this point, there’s nothing else to do, if you don’t want to be buried here, it’s time to go."

The Red King walked to the center of the Divine Ruins, carrying the Iron Coffin, casually opening a black hole, he suddenly looked back and said: "You won, respected Mr. Qilin. The seed we wanted is the Colorless Jade, it’s the prototype for nurturing the third supreme being. As for that fruit, even half of it can theoretically resurrect anyone in this world but prepare yourself mentally, what she is doing might be beyond your imagination."

He pointed to his own head, softly saying: "Has anyone told you, the more people know, the less happy they are? She doesn’t want you to save her, she naturally has her reasons. Indeed, we calculated against you, but we never intended harm. If you were willing to accept the Master’s death, becoming the new king of the Dark World, perhaps we would be having a drink at Tokyo Skytree, discussing the order of a new world."

Skylark’s lips retained a cold smile, casually tossing Jiuyin back.

Accompanied by the air’s shrill whistle, Gu Jianlin caught this blood-red ghost knife.

"Your item, returned to you."

Skylark sneered: "The fools of the Ether Association are coming, this is the outcome you chose."

Until now, her gaze remained mocking, as if ridiculing his ignorance and recklessness.

Gu Jianlin remained unmoved, calmly stating: "It has nothing to do with you."

As the Divine Ruins collapsed, the clone formed by the Qilin Forbidden Curse dissipated like mist, yet the fierce glance in those golden eyes seemed still lingering in the darkness, so intensively blazing.

He left.

Without even a word of farewell.

Skylark gazed at the direction he departed, as if once again seeing him who barely survived on the viaduct before, back then he had neither the power of the Qilin nor the strong abilities he possessed now, but the gaze was nonetheless the same, stubborn with resilience, as if burning with blood and fire.

The Red King sighed gently, seemingly regretful.

"Don’t yearn anymore, if you regret then go chase him. The battle ahead is probably the loneliest of his life, if you choose to stay by his side, he might reconsider."

The Red King shrugged and said.

"What nonsense are you speaking?"

Skylark cast him a cold glance, speaking icily: "Whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with me."

With that, she turned and stepped into the black hole, no longer lingering.

The Red King gazed at her elegant, graceful back and muttered:

"Hope you can still say that later."

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Tokyo Shinjuku, Skytree.

Skylark strode out from the black hole, despite having gone through a fierce battle, she remained untainted by the dust, not even a drop of sweat shed.