The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Gu Jianlin sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, intertwining his index fingers and thumbs, peering through the irregular diamond-shaped gap at the bustling traffic outside the long street. He faintly felt the wind in his ears slow down, and the alternating of traffic lights also seemed to slow, as a girl stumbled across the zebra crossing, her miniskirt fluttering.

A faint dragon roar echoed in the depths of his consciousness, as if the world had frozen at this moment.

Countless chaotic and noisy information surged in like a torrent, seemingly trying to flood into the gap between his hands.

His hands trembled, as if unable to bear such weight, and his spirituality was also in turmoil. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In an instant, the dragon roar in his mind collapsed.

The vehicles on the street sped away, pedestrians hurried by, and the girl, holding her skirt down, turned into the corner.

The orange cat on the tree tilted its head and curiously watched him.

"Failed."

He wasn’t discouraged, as it was his first attempt and unfamiliarity was normal.

At this moment, his phone vibrated again in his pocket.

Old Master Si called: "Boss, something big has happened!"

Gu Jianlin’s eyes turned sharp: "Speak."

Old Master Si: "Miss Yue Ji successfully fused with the Holy Corpse and is heading your way now!"

Unfortunately, Gu Jianlin didn’t grasp the implication and frowned as he said, "You’re being a bit paranoid."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

So what if she’s coming? What’s with the ’something big’?

Just in time for Youzhu to have fused with the Holy Corpse, it’s time to head to the Central Spirit Core Institute at Deep Space Headquarters together.

His senior had reminded him that someone at the Central Spirit Core Institute knew the truth about everything.

All known tragedies stem from the Third Law.

And ultimately point to... the Candle Light Divine Tree!

On the other side of the phone, in his newly purchased office building, Old Master Si muttered, "Miss Lei Ting just left, and now Miss Yue Ji is coming. Isn’t the boss afraid of being discovered? When it comes to catching a cheater, women’s intelligence can rival Sherlock Holmes’s. Well, maybe in the boss’s eyes, a mere Female Sacrifice wouldn’t dare act up."

Even now, this old man couldn’t tell whom he was truly serving.

It could possibly be the real Qilin Venerable.

Or it might be the vessel that Qilin Venerable prepared for the Third Law.

But to the Divine Servant, there is no difference between the two.

After all, being controlled is the same regardless of who the master is.

If it truly was the real Qilin Venerable, then his behavior was too human-like. Even though rumors say he loves setting traps and playing pranks to mock the world, he wouldn’t involve himself in them, right? Moreover, his rank recovery is too slow. If he was truly an Ancient Supreme, he would use some bloody ceremonies.

But if he was a vessel for the Qilin Venerable, he showed no worry about being replaced.

In contrast, other vessels are entirely different.

Whether it’s Skylark or that clone, they keep finding ways to resist the Ancient God Clan that created them.

Quite strange.

"Someone come."

Old Master Si, seated at his office chair, called out, "Send the corpse containing the Holy Corpse to Black Cloud City. And contact Peak City International Airport to charter a business jet... oh, and make sure the crew is all switched to our people. If anything happens to that lady, I’ll twist your heads off."

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As the door lock turned, Su Youzhu entered, holding a bag of lunchboxes.

"I’m back."

Today, she unusually tied her platinum blonde short hair into a short ponytail, wearing a black off-shoulder casual shirt with ultra-short hot pants, her snow-white and delicate legs clearly smeared with sunscreen, stepping on thick-soled Mary Jane shoes.

Her voice remained cold as ever, carrying an undertone of youthful innocence.

From afar, Gu Jianlin caught a whiff of the fragrant rib stew, and without turning from his computer, said, "Looks like your Holy Corpse fusion went great. Your Life Rhythm has become robust, like a pounding drum."

Su Youzhu placed the lunchboxes on his desk, expressionless, "You use ’robust’ to describe a woman?"

Still the same old blunt guy.

Gu Jianlin glanced at the lunchbox and turned his head to ask, "Did you make it?"

"No, Mom did."

Su Youzhu tossed her short hair, plopped down on the bed’s edge, cheeks resting on her hands, speaking blandly, "I thought you haven’t tasted Mom’s cooking in a while, so I brought you some to try."

Her indifferent eyes concealed a well-hidden trace of compassion.

After all, Gu Jianlin was bearing the burden of revenge alone, and had no home to return to.

Most importantly, he was still two months away from adulthood.

Gu Jianlin fell silent, chuckled silently, then casually unpacked the lunchbox, picked up chopsticks, and said, "Actually, I prefer what you cook, because you know my tastes better."

Su Youzhu kept a straight face, "Indeed, as I have played the nanny role for you longer."

She suddenly gazed at the computer screen and casually asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I’m searching for information on Frieda’s Schizophrenia. Back then, the pseudo ancestors of Heavenly Destiny Pavilion were more than one, and they were all descendants of Ascender Families. Initially, they volunteered for treatment. This proves that the Order World’s interior is a natural testing ground, and many innocent children became sacrifices."

While eating the lunchbox, Gu Jianlin mumbled and said, "These are materials I got a friend to find for me."

This so-called friend, of course, was No. 5.

Su Youzhu leaned over for a look, "These cases seem to emerge in large concentrations."