The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Countless tourists panicked and fled.

On the deck of the massive ship, an elderly man with snow-white hair shot into the sky, suspended in mid-air like a Divine being. Wherever he passed, all was frozen, ice blossoms and jade trees blooming into existence.

In the heavens, a blizzard surged wildly. He bathed in snow, his pupils a stark white.

One of the nine great Saints of the Judgement Court—Li Qingsong.

At that moment, two figures shrouded in moon-white robes descended from the skies, crashing onto the deck!

Boom!

Countless tourists were instantly blasted into misty sprays of blood, their bodies reduced to mangled flesh.

A silver-haired youth raised his hand and casually clenched his fingers.

Bang!

The guards rushing in were immediately pulverized into clouds of blood.

Another of the nine great Saints of the Judgement Court—Tianzhou.

Rumble!

Massive columns of seawater erupted skyward, forming immense, arrow-like torrents, poised to rain destruction.

The aura of annihilation brewed, thick and suffocating.

"No trace of the Netherworld."

A black-haired woman stood on the deck, surveying her surroundings with a cold gaze as she spoke indifferently.

Yet another of the nine great Saints of the Judgement Court—Xingye.

This time, the Judgement Court deployed three Saints, each of them unmistakably Holy Land Level warriors of the Seventh Rank.

"Shouheng has been attacked. Deal with the two rats that dared ambush him, and seize the Ancient God's Blood!"

Li Qingsong stretched out his hand, casually gripping the air. The entirety of the ship, Bren Hill, froze into nothing but an enormous lump of ice.

With nonchalant steps, he entered, his gaze domineering and imposing.

Behind him, Tianzhou and Xingye, the two Saints, walked into the frozen cabin, their hands clasped behind their backs and faces cold as the frozen sea.

The cabins echoed with blood-curdling screams.

Explosions rang out without pause.

Where Li Qingsong passed, everything froze. The power of a Holy Sanctuary Level Ascender blanketed the entire sea region, and even its turbulent waves were locked in ice; amidst the sound of shattering, ice blossoms bloomed amidst jade-like trees!

A Seventh Rank Heavenly Master!

While Tianzhou and Xingye stood calmly, high above them, countless stars coalesced into a cosmic storm, rubbing together to generate tremendous heat.

Seventh Rank Divines!

The eerie sound of annihilation roared across the deck.

The world quickly descended into an icy Hell.

Even through the cabin walls, Gu Jianlin could see vast, towering shadows rising skyward—one resembling the form of a Giant, the Heavenly Master; the others, enigmas akin to Ancient Gods, the Divines!

His blood ran cold, his heart pounded wildly, and his very soul quivered.

Tang Ling's entire body was frozen stiff, as if trapped in an abyss of endless frost. Her voice was drowned by the howling winds: "What do we do...?"

Gu Jianlin's breaths altered suddenly, a chilling brilliance igniting around him!

Breathing Technique·Realm of Freedom!

Boom!

"Run!"

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·

On the seaside highway, Jing Ci strolled leisurely, pushing a wheelchair.

"Teacher, my junior has already tracked down the Order of the Hidden's trail."

He raised his head to gaze at the moonlight gracing the heavens and chuckled softly: "As the apocalypse draws near, their activities have intensified. There's a saying, 'If you walk by the river often, you'll inevitably wet your shoes.' If they did nothing, no one could ever uncover them. The more they move, the more flaws arise."

Huai Yin, seated in the wheelchair, replied, "In truth, their hiding techniques are rather remarkable. Most known methods of divination or observation can't even begin to penetrate the covert rites they employ to exert control."

Jing Ci arched an eyebrow inquisitively: "Including the esteemed Lin Zhengchun of Laojun Mountain?"

"Indeed, but that doesn't mean Lin Zhengchun is weak."

Huai Yin sneered faintly and added: "It's simply because their technique lies at an incredibly high level. Its origins stem from an immensely mysterious and supremely exalted entity—not something a mere mortal could hope to access."

Jing Ci squinted his eyes: "Oath of Loyalty?"

Huai Yin nodded lightly.

"That being the case, I'm curious—how did my junior manage to discover it?"

Jing Ci chuckled in disbelief.

"He has his ways; you'll learn about them in due time."

Huai Yin remarked.

Jing Ci looked up at the stars scattered across the sky and asked, "Teacher, are you certain about this? You have but little time left. If you act recklessly again, the killing intent drawn from the cosmic forces will..."

Huai Yin did not raise his eyes toward the heavens; instead, he gazed at the pitch-black ocean: "Two centuries have passed. Honestly, I had already abandoned these notions long ago. Since I'm living on borrowed time, the fate of the world has little to do with me."

He sighed deeply: "But alas, I can't suppress the yearning in this heart."

Jing Ci lowered his gaze to the elderly man's weathered profile and asked calmly: "Is it because of my junior?"

"He's a good kid, you know? I understand many have warned him that I am not a virtuous mentor. His father even wrote in official documents that I am a lunatic and should stay far away from him."

Huai Yin said evenly: "But he knows about me and my junior's history from the brink of world-ending catastrophe. Yet, you know what? There's never even a shred of fear when he looks me in the eyes—never the slightest doubt or wavering from the opinions of others."

Jing Ci nodded faintly: "He's been waiting for you to provide him answers all along."

"To be honest, a long time ago, I didn't want to stir things up anymore. I was deeply disillusioned with this world. Then one day, I heard Gu Ci'an had died, and I remembered this boy. I came to Peak City to see him. That day, he'd just been discharged from the hospital and stood alone in the torrential rain, looking lost and hollow, like a wandering spirit."

Huai Yin's tone remained serene, but his words carried heavy memories, his gaze tinged with faint nostalgia: "The way he lost everything—it mirrored my past exactly."

Jing Ci listened quietly, not uttering a word.

"What that boy has endured, I have endured too. Seeing him is like seeing my younger self. One man against the world's conspiracies and lies, with no one to believe him."

Huai Yin paused briefly before continuing: "Digging deeper and deeper, until those around him died one by one. The more death he saw, the deeper the hatred became. And the deeper the hatred, the greater the fury. Until finally, he's betrayed by all, left utterly isolated."

"Helping him is like helping my younger self."

"Though I have but a short time left, he can do what I couldn't."

"Now, just as he's fighting for his father, he's seeking justice for those innocently wronged."

"I want him to become the Sun, illuminating the eyes of the masses and showing them... who is truly righteous."

"When that day comes, whether I live or die matters little. I will have left behind my proudest legacy in this world—a mark that belongs to Huai Yin. He will complete what I began."

"So through my guidance, he edges ever closer to the truth. I watched with open eyes when his Master handed Director Li over for him to kill and did nothing to stop it. Step by step, I taught him those techniques, all leading up to today."

"The grudges of two centuries past must come to an end. This time, I don't care if people believe or not. Those who doubt... I'll kill them. The Order of the Hidden exists undeniably; nonbelievers and fools might as well die early."

"Even if I grow old, like the fading light of dusk sinking behind the mountain, there remains a young man toiling forward, accompanied by his rising dawn. He isn't me—but in many ways, he surpasses me."

Suddenly, he extended his hand: "After tonight, I want him to see everything, to make his choice. And in the years ahead, I want him to grasp this world's truths—to stand at history's precipice and carry on the path for me..."

Jing Ci pushed the wheelchair silently toward the enormous cruise ship docked by the shore.

A blood-red hue began to coalesce on his face, taking the form of a dragon-like mask. Horns emerged atop his head, traces of Dragon Scales forming upon his body, and his crimson vertical pupils blazed with growing intensity.

"I don't have any grand ambitions myself," he murmured softly, "but my junior—he cannot be bullied by others."

"The Judgement Court thinks Heaven's Punishment can bind me. But after all these years, they've forgotten who I am."

Huai Yin raised his hand to trace his face. "Then tonight... let's entertain them, shall we?"

For a fleeting moment, black radiance gathered across his visage, vaguely forming a green jade mask resembling that of a Qilin. A regal Qilin Horn extended from his head, his pupils radiating divine brilliance.

Above the boundless skies, pitch-black clouds came swirling together.

A green Qilin faintly manifested amidst the heavens, veiling the stars with its majestic form.

Tonight, he was the Heavenly Destiny.

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