Gu Jianlin gazed into the mental sea of this Ancestor, and it was from a first-person perspective.
The turbulent memories of Ancient Times surged forward like a flood, immersing him in the boundless river of history. From the cold depths of the silent universe to the majestic Ancient God Realm, the journey ultimately descended upon a battlefield filled with clashing weapons and ironclad steeds.
Amidst the endless yellow sand, a young boy clad in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns stood. He looked so youthful, barely over fourteen, yet commanded tens of thousands of troops galloping across the battleground, overseeing countless lives and deaths.
Clearly amidst the mortal world, yet seemingly detached from its worldly confines.
Golden brilliance lit up his eyes, and his silhouette grew taller inch by inch, illuminating the heavens and the earth.
"An Ancestor—merely so."
A voice, youthful yet majestic, reverberated across the lands like rolling thunder, deafening all: "Once I unite the Six Kingdoms, I shall ascend Mount Buzhou with my own hands, creating unparalleled glory, standing shoulder to shoulder with the heavens!"
Human he might be, yet his dignity was so boundless and vast.
Behind the boy, countless enormous faces gazed upon the world.
They were... countless Great Sages from the Human World!
The radiant golden light swept through the past, accompanied by roars of anger and defiance.
Gu Jianlin's vision was shrouded in darkness.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but when he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the sight of the tumultuous Nether River.
A pitch-black stone pillar, towering to the heavens, tilted and fractured amid flashes of lightning and thunder. The earth was submerged in the raging black river, its waters teeming with skeletons and remains, seemingly consuming the entire world in their turbulent surge. The fractured sky appeared to flow with molten lava, and crimson blood rain swayed with the wind as a dragon soared skyward.
Gu Jianlin was so insignificant in this world, like an ant.
Faintly, a soft humming sounded.
A woman of unparalleled beauty—it was her mere half-visible profile that stunned the soul—her ink-black hair drifted in the wind, her plain-colored dress unsullied by a speck of dust, and her pale jade-like feet hovered in mid-air.
She held a crimson umbrella, as if she herself encapsulated the entire world.
Above the sky dome was a massive chasm—a divine vertical pupil filled with the fire of God's wrath!
"Humanity has Zheng. As long as he's alive, there's no chance."
Someone sighed softly, their voice resonating across the heavens and earth: "If you insist, it will lead to mutual destruction."
The stunningly beautiful woman said coldly, "You're becoming more and more like a human."
"Since I've come to this world, I must learn to adapt."
The steady voice replied, "I don't see humanity as an enemy. If you stubbornly seek the Primordial essence, it gives you even less reason to destroy this world. In two thousand years, someone will naturally help you find the answer."
The ethereal humming abruptly ceased.
The peerless beauty spoke softly, "Even without you or me, there are three others. Humanity enduring for two thousand years? Surprising."
"I promised Zheng to protect humanity for 1,600 years. His descendants will continue the search for my answer."
The voice lamented, "1,600 years later, humanity will produce its first fated woman. Though you cannot foresee the future, you can sense her presence in the intervals of time and space. If lonely, she will accompany you. She is of utmost importance; she will nurture two people—one named Qing, the other named Chi."
"Qing and Chi?"
The sensuous woman strode amidst the falling blood rain, "I faintly perceive their presence."
"Qing and Chi will be the ones to break the rules."
A laugh echoed lightly, "They will indirectly eliminate many of our obstacles."
In that moment, the sky thundered and roared as if the world was collapsing.
The peerless beauty remarked indifferently, "I somewhat regret sealing you back then."
"Rather than sealing, it was fulfilling."
The calm voice said lightly, "Should you conquer the Qilin, beware of the Vermilion Bird. While the former's potential matches yours, the latter feels immensely dangerous to me… yet, sadly, I can no longer see clearly."
The stunning woman remained silent for a long time, lowering her gaze to the tumultuous Nether River.
A massive dragon corpse nailed within the water lay fragmented, torrents of blood cascading down like waterfalls.
"And can you see why Qiu Niu betrayed me?"
A lengthy silence.
"Even you can't perceive it—it's unquestionably strange."
The peerless woman chuckled softly, "Then I shall wait. See you two thousand years later."
"Naturally."
Accompanied by an apathetic chuckling, the voice replied, "Again, I remind you: beware of Vermilion Bird. Though my vision is blurred now... your nemesis will be born from this."
The heavens grew silent as death.
"My nemesis?"
For a brief instant, the woman seemed to sense something, suddenly spinning around.
An ocean of blood-red Mandala flowers blossomed forth, as if the sea tide was composed of flowing blood.
She turned and cast a gaze that seemed to topple the entire world!
"You. Something feels off."
Gu Jianlin shuddered in terror!
That old monster!
Clearly, he was peering into the memories, yet the ancient being seemed to sense the anomaly—and sensed him!
This was power transcending time, even reversing it.
Breaking all conventional rules completely.
Even in the world of the transcendent, such ability was too nerve-wracking!
The Candle Dragon Venerable's mesmerizing vertical pupils encompassed the whole world.
Blood-red mist veiled his vision.
In the end, only a chilling blade's gleam fractured the world; memory shards shattered like fragments!
No technique required.
No method needed.
It appeared casual, but it unleashed the ancient Blade Technique Extreme Intent, lonely enough to sever time itself!
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Boom!
The boy gave a skyward roar, his agonized scream echoing like a tormented Evil Spirit suffering infernal punishment. He seemed to be subjected to extreme torment, blood gushing from his seven orifices as the violent Dragon Transformation was suppressed by the Heavenly Person Realm's power.
The suppression drove him into utter frenzy!
He wasn't the only one roaring in rage.
Gu Jianlin also felt his mind splitting apart; it was the most excruciating pain he'd ever experienced. Even though the Supreme's spirit was resistant to external disturbances, the pain he felt was painfully real.
His world collapsed into ruin, his memory consumed by that blade gleam that severed worlds.
Tang Ling realized the Ancestor's intrusion into his thoughts had vanished. She saw the collapsing boy letting out mournful cries.
Unaware of what had just happened, the girl presumed he had borne everything in her stead. Her beautiful eyes flashed with uncontrollable shock and panic as she clasped his body tightly, retreating hastily.
Boom!
A shadow unleashed an earth-shattering black flash, slicing through the frozen ground!
Another muffled boom resonated!
Lin Lan flickered to the ground; the immense impact pushed him backward repeatedly, blood trickling from his lips.
Tang Zijing stood suspended midair, overseeing from above.
In that instant, a terrifying Dragon Roar pierced the heavens and the earth!
The boy-like Ancestor-level Ancient God's flesh decayed and withered, leaving behind crystalline white bones, emitting a strong stench of blood that coalesced into a dragon and soared into the skies!
A brutal pressure unleashed a blizzard-like storm, akin to an avalanche!
"Primordial Return! It abandoned its flesh to undergo Primordial Return!"
Lin Lan shouted in alarm, "It's gone mad! It's lost its mind and is rampaging!"
Tang Ling roared, "Run!"
The Corpse Ghost pulled the sled, sprinting frantically. Ah Lan and Ah Yue steered it, their faces petrified in fear.
Lin Lan grabbed the boy and girl's arms, awakening on the sled with sudden jumps and flashes!
Boom!
A blood-red crazed dragon dove from the sky dome, akin to a falling meteor igniting in friction with the air. The Ancient Wilderness's terrifying aura erupted ferociously, its years of accumulated killing intent boiling over!
The world drowned in the ferocity of the Dragon Roar.
Tang Zijing showed a momentary surprise before flying away without hesitation.
This was an indiscriminate attack. If he didn't leave now, he'd be buried here!
"Can't you directly space jump and carry everyone away?"
Tang Ling's hair scattered messily as she held the boy tightly, shouting in anxiety.
Lin Lan clasped the sled, channeling power and roaring, "I really regret not being Seventh Rank!"
The blood-red light illuminated their faces.
Despair.
Fear.
A loss for words.
Gu Jianlin, engulfed in agony, lost consciousness. He reverted to pure instinct, the Black Dragon within his mind roaring as if consuming this agony, clenching tightly onto the Ghost Knife.
Jiuyin, typically dormant, now trembled uncontrollably, as if awakened from slumber.
On the gleaming blade surface, a pair of blood-red vertical pupils reflected.
A voice, lone and ethereal, echoed from the blade: "Traitor!"
Gu Jianlin's mind contained nothing but the blade's gleam that tore worlds apart. His grip on the knife tightened, veins bulging on his hand as blood-red Mandala flowers bloomed wildly amidst the snowstorm. One slash fell!
It dazzled time itself!
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