The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Sometimes, a single second in consciousness can feel incredibly long.

In the instant Gu Jianlin's spirituality connected, he glimpsed the memories belonging to the girl. It was as though she stood alone amidst endless wind and snow, her heart filled with hesitation and vigilance, much like a stray cat.

In a world that did not belong to him.

Within the blizzard stood an ancient stone tablet, engraved with eerie symbols of the Ancient God Clan. Staring at it too long made one feel like an ancient god, draped in a sacrificial robe of antiquity, gazing down at all living things—whether human slaves or members of the same race—with gigantic stone formations surrounding them.

It felt as if a trace of the Ancient God's Breath had invaded his body.

Yet it did not distort his mind; instead, it blended with his spirituality.

He exerted all his effort to control the mutated spirituality, integrating it into his own life force.

He could distinctly sense his life evolving!

A kind of... pitifully weak evolution!

There's no other way about it. Having experienced the power of the gods, this petty and insignificant evolution seemed like child's play—fragile, laughable, and utterly unworthy.

Though it was conveniently suited for his current stage.

Meanwhile, he quickly steadied his mind and tried to refocus on something else.

Spiritual synchronization is mutual.

To divert his attention during the synchronization, he instinctively picked a memory to recall.

What did he remember?

It was exactly one second ago—Tang Ling's long, shapely legs.

The synchronization ended.

He opened his eyes.

Director Li had entered berserk mode, unleashing a Qi Gong Wave that surged like tidal waves, reverberating violently through the Void, tearing apart the raging winds, and splintering the ground into fragments before sending bits of stone floating into the air!

Taking this attack head-on would guarantee pulverization!

Tang Ling's bangs fluttered, and an unusual expression flashed across her beautiful vermillion eyes. During synchronization, she'd seen her own legs. She wore denim shorts today—light and breezy.

"Enough!"

Gu Jianlin raised his gaze, merging a trace of the Ancient God's Blood within his body with his own spirituality.

He guided it into his body's cycle rather than waking the Black Qilin lurking in his mind.

For a split second, his pupils glimmered golden, and black Qilin Horns appeared atop his head—a symbol of nobility and power. Strange, pitch-black patterns spread across his face, leaving no other distinct features.

This was Evolution Power: spirituality boiling over!

Weak compared to giants, but sufficient.

The duration could last long, and it wouldn't provoke rejection from the rules of the real world!

Thanks to Tang Ling's experience, the evolution proceeded smoothly—though embarrassingly weak, without overexertion!

Unnoticed, Tang Ling now had a pair of snowy white horns extending from her head. Phantom wings seemed to spread behind her, derived from the Bai Ze Clan's Evolution Path, perfectly complementing her Sword Sect path.

She strode forward, sword qi erupted like countless trails of lightning!

A lethal sword dance!

With the deafening sound of thunderous explosions, Tang Ling unleashed countless overlapping bursts of sword qi, violently tearing open a massive gap in the surging Qi Gong Wave!

Seizing the chance, Gu Jianlin charged forward, the four grisly Ghost Hands behind him rapidly swelling. Once more, they condensed bursts of chaotic Negative Energy Particles, culminating at his fingertips as a terrifying black flash!

Post-evolution, his combat strength surged tremendously, spirituality seething like molten lava.

The grandeur of the Dark Shock was immense—its black radiance engulfed the entire airport!

Boom!

The magnificent black flash exploded outward—it might as well have been a high-level Divine causing a dimensional reduction strike.

Director Li's gaze froze in disbelief; he hadn't imagined this pair of vile lovers could wield the Ancient God Clan's Evolution Path—a forbidden art!

The horrifying blast detonated, sending a mushroom cloud of smoke billowing into the sky.

Director Li, his body reduced to a bloodied mess, was flung far into the park outside the airport!

"After him!"

This was an ideal opportunity. Gu Jianlin had to kill him and use the Soul Comforting Bell for soul-binding!

The Barrier formed by the Lock of Nonexistence collapsed, returning to chains that wrapped around his hands.

"Hurry, the Judgement Court will be here soon—I spotted their helicopter earlier."

Tang Ling spun around, grabbed her suitcase, and followed closely behind.

This Ancient Martial Path was truly troublesome, known for its resilience and durability.

At Zero-tier, practitioners already possessed strong self-healing capabilities and mastery of special energy manipulation, commonly referred to as Qi.

By First Order, they could effortlessly deploy Qi in tandem with various ancient martial techniques—like something out of a wuxia novel.

At Second Rank, practitioners gained Qi Circulation—Qi cycling endlessly within their body, creating impenetrable defenses.

The Third Rank ability, known as the Immovable Body, granted temporary immunity to all negative effects.

At Fourth Rank, Berserk mode massively boosted all aspects of their abilities.

Finally, Fifth Rank introduced the Qi Realm, signaling the true peak of the Ancient Martial Path's dominance.

If Director Li had reached Fifth Rank through the Ancient Martial Path, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Even if Gu Jianlin and Tang Ling wielded Evolution Power, they would turn and flee without hesitation.

Unless Gu Jianlin underwent Ancient God Transformation and Tang Ling activated Extreme Thunder.

But doing so would draw far too much attention.

They couldn't afford for the Judgement Court to discover their actions this time.

Even if they killed Director Li and secured evidence of The Order of the Hidden's existence—it wasn't an option.