Gu Jianlin turned to examine the bronze throne and suddenly said, "Do you remember that the Ancestor mentioned earlier said we are merely pitiable pioneers, in other words, cannon fodder? Then, how did He know that there are others far stronger than us entering as well? How did He anticipate our arrival in advance?"
The two sides of the throne lacked armrests, with only two pitch-black bronze scepters positioned there.
At the tips of the scepters were gemstone-like objects as dark as ink, seeming to absorb all light.
Tang Ling silently shook her head.
"This is Qilin Venerable's world."
Step by step, Gu Jianlin ascended the stairs, struggling to seat himself on the throne.
He raised his hands and pressed them against the scepters on either side.
Tang Ling's eyes widened in shock.
Rumble!
Gu Jianlin looked up, and the bronze palace seemed to be half-activated. Countless golden patterns lit up in the darkness, and golden specks of light floated like fireflies, gathering before him.
It was evident that he had awakened the Ancient God Clan's legacy, seizing control of this palace!
The golden screen of light reflected a boundless blizzard and a vast army marching through the icy wilderness.
"So, I wasn't wrong after all."
Gu Jianlin murmured softly, "This is an outpost of the Ancient God Clan!"
But Tang Ling wasn't astonished by the images shown in the golden light curtain.
She merely stared at the youth, her gaze growing increasingly complicated.
Gu Jianlin.
Just who exactly are you?
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The cold mist of Balensa City was dispelled by dazzling sunlight.
Though underwater, a scorching artificial sun hovered above the Sky Dome.
Wherever the sunlight reached, ice and snow melted.
It wasn't that this blazing sun had an extreme temperature, but rather that it emitted the force of the Heavenly Person Realm, driving out the domain of the Ancient Gods.
"An artificial sun."
Netherworld sat amidst the ruins, gazing up at the blazing sun overhead and remarking with awe, "The Golden King's methods are indeed extraordinary. Even such a terrifying thing could be created by him."
The Think Tank waved a hand with a smile and said, "The King once said that the Golden King was truly unparalleled, but after all, he merely stood on the shoulders of giants. The Golden King does not possess the power to wield the Heavenly Person's Wedge. Without the unmatched abilities of the President, this so-called artificial sun project would have been nothing but a pipe dream."
Netherworld chuckled, "Indeed."
He gazed into the distance, where space-time seemed to warp violently.
In the snowy wasteland ahead, a convoy of snow vehicles tore through the storm, speeding madly.
He sighed and said, "How envious."
Netherworld said with great interest, "What about the Moon Princess?"
The Think Tank said lightly, "She's doing quite well. She's Gu Ci'an's student, and if Gu Ci'an sees talent in her, that's enough. No one can question Gu Ci'an's wisdom; the whole world must believe in his judgment."
Netherworld said with a meaningful tone, "I'm referring to the fact that you must know her loyalty doesn't lie in the Dark World. Didn't you observe that this girl is escorting Lu Zijin, heading for the Sea of Eternal Life?"
The Think Tank chuckled faintly, "First of all, loyalty is the most useless thing. The underlying logic of this world is always driven by interests. As long as interests are aligned, I don't care what she's thinking. Besides, if Jiang Hanyi could collude with the Si Family to secretly target the Moon Princess, why can't she collaborate with the Ether Association to eliminate Jiang Hanyi?"
Netherworld commented, "Makes sense."
"Back then, the Moon Princess survived the Blood Moon Slaughter Incident all thanks to Lu Zijin's help. Now she wants to repay that favor, and I allow it. This precisely shows that her character and ambitions far surpass those of the other trash."
The Think Tank said leisurely, "Moreover, I need her presence to help me complete my plan."
"The trash you're referring to, that wouldn't happen to mean Jiang Hanyi, would it?"
Netherworld burst into laughter. "Think Tank, you're truly biased."
The Think Tank shrugged, "The King left a dying wish for me to protect the Jiang Family. He didn't specify whether that meant the main line or a branch line. In the current Jiang Family, you won't find anyone better than those two sisters, so why wouldn't I choose them? Bloodline purity doesn't matter; strength determines true worth."
It's like a piece of pure iron without any impurities—indeed pure.
But no matter how pure, it still doesn't compare to a piece of gold that's 70% pure.
"Of course, how far those two sisters can go ultimately remains to be seen."
The Think Tank turned, his tone becoming melancholy. "I just hope they won't disappoint me."
Netherworld raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. "Then why did you hand over her information to Zhang Xuzhi?"
The Think Tank shook his head, saying helplessly, "Zhang Xuzhi only knows that the Moon Princess is Gu Ci'an's student but has no clue about her true identity. After all, that particular family is untouchable. Jing Ci promised to protect their safety, and that means no one in this world can touch them. Nobody wants to see another Catastrophe appear."
He emphasized, "You've fought him before. You should understand his true strength."
Netherworld's eyes gleamed with a peculiar light, though he said nothing.
"Furthermore, if that family's life is disturbed, those two sisters' birth mother might come looking to kill me."
As the Think Tank spoke, he suddenly felt a sense of awareness and lifted his head. "Huh?"
Netherworld turned around, looking into the endless depths of the snowstorm.
"How interesting, someone's watching us."
The Think Tank waved enthusiastically, greeting with a smile. "Hi."
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A military helicopter hovered amidst the snowstorm, its engine's roar thunderous.
Nightmare sat silently in the cabin, wearing a specially designed remote-communication helmet. He constantly emitted his mental thoughts, manipulating radio waves as if enduring immense pain.
This was the function of the Spirit Medium Path.
When modern technology couldn't handle communication, supernatural powers were used as a support.
Li Hanting carried a Sword Box on his back, his expression indifferent as he asked, "How is it? Any word from Lord Rhein?"
He paced around the cabin, visibly impatient.
"Relax, Lord Rhein won't refuse."
Someone said coldly.
This was a rather stern young man. His short black hair was neatly slicked back, and his sharp features, though not traditionally handsome, radiated severity. A brown trench coat fluttered in the wind behind him, with a Sword Bag strapped to his back.
He flipped through the intelligence documents in a sealed bag and said indifferently, "I don't know who sent me this information, but it's obvious that it's enough to prove Lu Zijin has a problem. Now, at this critical moment of power transition, Lord Rhein won't allow accidents to happen. He will certainly approve my request and authorize this operation."
Violent Qi surged within him, boiling and erupting.
The blizzard dissipated around him.
Zhang Xuzhi, one of the thirteen division leaders, ranking notably high among them.
His power was securely top-five, vying for top-three.
"Perfect. I also need an outlet for my hatred. Having already advanced to the Holy Land Level, taking the position of Divine General is inevitable."
Zhang Xuzhi remained calm and emotionless. "I'm curious, since everyone says my younger brother was a member of The Order of the Hidden, then does everything Lu Zijin has done also count as the actions of a member of The Order of the Hidden?"
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