The Ancient Gods' Whisper

The underground of Black Cloud City is a restricted area. Here lies a secret underground laboratory used to detain and study living corpses captured from the Qilin Immortal Palace. There is also a tomb pit for sealing the Ancient Ancestors, surrounded by an Alchemy Matrix. This is an absolute forbidden zone. Lastly, there is a prison for holding high-security criminals, guarded with the utmost vigilance.

As a former elite member of the Night Watchers, Mu Feng, through the maneuvering of various factions, did not end up in the prison. Instead, he was provided with an individual supervision room.

It was roughly equivalent to an ordinary apartment, with both living and entertainment facilities guaranteed.

However, he was not allowed to have any contact with the outside world.

But Mu Feng himself knew that things would never be that simplistic.

A ringing sound echoed in the room.

Mu Feng opened his eyes from the bed and then walked into the living room.

This room had no walls; on all four sides were ultra-durable glass created through alchemy.

This arrangement made it possible to monitor him at any time.

Nie, the Deacon, stood outside the glass walls, holding a thick file in his hand.

Behind him were the Demon Hunters of the Judgement Court, each wearing a unique mask, their expressions sinister.

There was an intercom device on the table. Mu Feng sat down in a chair, clasped his hands together, and maintained a calm demeanor.

"Former Night Watcher member, SSS-level investigator Mu Feng."

Nie, the Deacon, who had recently endured a beating two days ago and still had issues with his waist, had an unpleasant expression on his face. In a cold tone, he said, "These are the pieces of evidence collected by the Judgement Court, including photos from the Returning Burial Forest showing the scenes where you, influenced by the Ancient God's power, allegedly massacred comrades in a frenzy. Although in the Transcendent world, such evidence cannot be considered definitive."

"However, the appearance of the Qilin Wedge fragments in the Returning Burial Forest significantly increases the credibility of these claims. The corpses of the survey team and their detailed autopsy reports have already been submitted to the Investigation Bureau."

He paused for a moment. "Do you still insist on defending yourself?"

This was already the third time that day. In truth, Mu Feng hadn't slept at all; he couldn't sleep.

The Judgement Court wanted him to immediately sign and fingerprint a confession, admitting to the crimes.

Thus, they unleashed a barrage of psychological assaults, aiming to break his mental defenses.

When Nie, the Deacon, laid out all the photos one by one on the table,

Mu Feng saw the blood-soaked images, the faces that had haunted his dreams countless times, smeared with gore.

Their deaths were extraordinarily tragic, their wounds horrifying.

Was this his doing?

He didn't know.

Because he had amnesia and had been afflicted with the Soul Loss Gu.

He couldn't remember anything.

"Based on the results of divination, the killer points to you. Of course, you can argue that divination is not omnipotent, but then tell us — where is the real culprit? There are traces of Qi at the scene, and it's incredibly potent. From the analysis of the victims' wounds, they also match your Martial Arts Realm and combat techniques."

Nie, the Deacon, stared at him, speaking word by word: "Is your amnesia truly due to your inability to face what you've done? Did you deliberately use the Soul Loss Gu to erase those sinful memories?"

Mu Feng's breathing became erratic, his head splitting with sharp pain.

Before his eyes, it was as if the world was tinged with a blood-red hue, a vision of carnage engulfing his senses.

Memories from eight years ago seemed to come alive, a chaotic spread of horrors that brought him unbearable agony.

"You are allowed to retain the right to defend yourself. We'll even provide the best lawyer for you, because if the true culprit of this case is indeed someone else, it will undoubtedly pose a tremendous threat," Nie, the Deacon, said in a grave tone. "But at the same time, if all of this turns out to be your ploy, then you must know the consequences. This isn't just about your case; it will escalate into factional power struggles within the Ether Association. Everyone who supports you will be implicated."

Mu Feng clutched his violently aching head and said nothing.

"You know the President's temperament very well," Nie, the Deacon, added.

Mu Feng certainly understood the consequences. If it was ultimately proven that he had committed these acts, then all those who stood by him would be implicated with far-reaching ramifications.

At that time, the power struggle between the Lin Dong and Rhein factions would come to an end.

The former would no longer have any chance of making a comeback.

Rhein, along with his Judgement Court, would ascend as the next rulers of the Ether Association.

And all those who had lent their aid to him would undoubtedly face retribution.

This could be perfectly understood if one likened it to the ancient struggle for succession among princes.

The Transcendent world was just as merciless.

It had to be said, the Judgement Court had indeed struck at his weakest spot.

Mu Feng had always been soft-hearted. Coupled with the trauma from the Living Burial Area incident and his subsequent eight years of hiding, his youthful vigor had almost been worn away.

But at that moment, Mu Feng suddenly remembered the words of his old friends before he came here.

Back then, Deputy Team Leader Han Jing had visited him once. Though Han Jing said nothing, he patted Mu Feng on the shoulder.

Chen Bojun also told him, "No matter what happens, hold on. We're willing to take a chance with you on this."

Finally, there were the words of Lu Zijin.

"Although Old Gu is no longer with us, he left behind an outstanding son.

We trust your character.

And we trust Xiao Gu's capabilities.

Even if the entire world says you're a sinner, as long as Xiao Gu says you're not, then you are innocent.

Even if you doubt yourself,

You must believe in the young man in Black Cloud City who clenched his fists for your sake."

Uncle Mu suddenly felt at peace.

Everyone was working so hard — why should he give up?

Even if he truly was a sinner, he had to win this case.