The Ancient Gods' Whisper

In the parking lot of the West Port Forbidden Zone, Chen Bojun listened to the voice in the communication channel, his face drastically changing color.

"Attention all departments, suspected emergence of two Ascenders with autonomous evolution aboard Bren Hill. Mission objectives are temporarily adjusted—Judgement Court's three Saints will apprehend the Evolvers first, just in case. We only need five minutes; it won't delay the upcoming battle for the Ancient God's Blood."

The voice belonged to Li Qingsong.

"Bastards!"

Chen Bojun smashed the earpiece in his hand: "This pack of bastards! We should never have cooperated with them!"

He knew all too well what Judgement Court was scheming.

Ascenders with autonomous evolution—the ones who had mastered the path of perfect evolution.

They were exceedingly rare.

As rare as the secrets of the Ancient God.

If captured and researched, they might reveal the key to evolution itself!

Judgement Court wanted more than just the Ancient God's Blood.

Even such incidental prizes, they wouldn't let go.

But just moments ago, Instructor Wan and Instructor Zhu had already taken action.

Directly instigating a fight with the You Ying Group at the auction site.

The Saints meant to provide support had instead gone off after others!

Considering that the You Ying Group was anything but weak.

Not to mention their six board members—the elusive Netherworld could always be lurking anywhere!

"Isn't this just Judgement Court's standard operating procedure?"

Lu Zijin sneered coldly.

"You're on the brink of promotion; you can't afford any accidents."

Chen Bojun's expression grew darker: "I'll go myself!"

As soon as he said this, his face suddenly flushed, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Are your injuries still not healed?"

Lu Zijin's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly: "That Primordial did this to you?"

"It's fine."

Chen Bojun said in a deep voice, "As long as no one else dies, someone will deal with Netherworld."

In the communication channel, Li Qingsong's voice rang out again: "Omega Sequence, assemble."

Boom!

Suddenly, above the sky, a man dressed in a black-and-gold robe appeared, riding a golden flying sword that tore through the air.

Ying Changsheng, as the number one in the Omega Sequence, was naturally the pillar-level combat force.

Li Hanting and Mu Qingyou soared up on their flying swords, closely following behind.

Meanwhile, countless gleaming lights from reflective surfaces emerged in the darkness—sharp Eagle Eyes piercing the night.

The Overlords had already taken strategic high ground, prepared to snipe at any moment.

The priests of the medical unit assembled.

Ghost Slayers and Divines approached Bren Hill aboard yachts.

But in that fleeting instant, a cry of shock echoed: "Everyone, look up! What is that thing?!"

In that moment, the Ether Association's high-level staff and investigators raised their heads skyward.

Only to see dark clouds converging above, forming into a colossal green Qilin, staring down from above. In its eyes vast as the Azure Sea, the glow of cosmic stars was reflected!

Boom!

The heavens roared, and around Bren Hill, an invisible, intangible boundary realm rose abruptly!

Bang!

Someone crashed headlong into the unseen Qi Realm, blood spilling from their forehead.

Others attempted to fire their guns, or even launch rockets, all to no effect!

Even an Overlord firing the Arrow of Destruction at the Qi Realm seemed no different than a child's slingshot—a laughable attempt.

Another explosion resounded as a massive golden sword light streaked across the night sky, slashing into the Qi Realm.

Not even a tremor!

"What is this thing?"

Ying Changsheng looked up at the sky, his narrowed eyes trembling with unease.

Crash!

Li Hanting unleashed countless bursts of Sword Qi with both hands, fiercely bombarding the Qi Realm, all in vain.

"Don't waste your strength."

Mu Qingyou murmured lowly: "This isn't something we can handle."

At that moment, Taixu's voice rang out over the communication channel.

"Peak City District has entered maximum alert. Detecting the presence of the Divine Race! Possible Evolver! Possible Ancestral Ancient God! Possible Primordial! Possible… Ancient Supreme!"

At that moment, everyone tapped into the communication channel was in utter uproar.

Because even Taixu was malfunctioning!

This meant it was incapable of identifying what this entity truly was!

"Could it be the Qilin Venerable?"

Such a despairing thought sprouted in someone's heart, as if the apocalypse was upon them.

"Old Chen, this creature… compared to the Primordials, who's stronger?"

Lu Zijin too raised her head, muttering softly.

Chen Bojun swallowed dryly: "Clearly, it's much stronger, unimaginably so."

On the tablet screen.

Nie, the Deacon, responsible for remote support, trembled uncontrollably, his face draining of color as he heard this.

"God, call for Night Watcher reinforcements—if this thing descends, whoever can escape should run for it."

Chen Bojun gazed skyward. The monstrous green Qilin obscured the entire firmament; even the stars were shrouded. Only a Saint-level Ascender like him could feel the overwhelming pressure it emitted.

It felt as if his very soul might implode beneath the weight.

He felt no desire to fight.

His first instinct was flight.

If this entity truly erupted in wrath, it would bring thundering calamity—none would survive.

"Where's the teacher? How could this thing suddenly appear and the teacher not intervene?"

Lu Zijin spoke in a stunned voice.

At the same time, a black Maserati was parked at the entrance to the West Port Forbidden Zone.

Inside the car, Taihua gazed through the window up at the green Qilin and softly murmured: "So you've already come this far down the path. If Yan Li were still alive, wouldn't she also have reached such heights?"

She whispered tenderly: "Seems like you're not planning to endure any longer. Have your way for the next two years."