The Ancient Gods' Whisper

The tourists gathered in the square, excitedly discussing, couples hugging each other in fervent enthusiasm.

But at this moment, the screens of the mall suddenly went dark.

The entire city lost power in an instant, plunging the world into an immense pitch-black void.

Only the brilliance of the starry sea illuminated the darkness.

Due to the sudden blackout, taxis made emergency stops, pulling over to the roadside.

Su Youzhu immediately pushed open the car door and stepped out. Less than a kilometer away from West Port, she moved through the darkness like a specter, reaching for her phone in hopes of making a call.

But every attempt failed to connect.

As she approached the entrance to the Forbidden Zone, a thunderous roar echoed.

The Butcher slammed into the ground, now in his Qilin-transformed state, presenting a ferocious and terrifying image.

On the extinguished streetlights, Councilman Zhang gripped his tachi, half-crouched, his eyes ice-cold.

Meanwhile, the resplendent starry sea had already illuminated the night sky.

"Detected intense magnetic field interference. Currently, all electronic devices across Peak City will malfunction. I will shut down in five seconds. One final warning: detected high concentrations of unknown spirituality, infinitely close to the Ancient God's Breath, with Quasi-Supreme Level fluctuations brewing. Good luck to you all."

This was Taixu's voice.

Most of the Ether Association's senior members were well aware of Heaven's Punishment.

It was a weapon of annihilation created by the Red King.

Originally designed to kill all Ascenders.

Later, the Red King's plan was thwarted, and the boundless stars turned into humanity's weapon against the Ancient God Clan.

This was what most people believed.

But only a very few knew the truth.

The so-called Heaven's Punishment targeted only one person.

King of Qing.

This ultimate Catastrophe blurred the line between Ancient God and humanity's mightiest existence.

"I can't get through to the teacher's phone."

Chen Bojun tossed his phone to the ground, slumping in the car seat, muttering, "Could this really be the apocalypse?"

Lu Zijin's delicate face turned pale as paper: "What's going on here?"

A helicopter plummeted midair, frozen in descent by countless shards of ice.

Han Jing led the Night Watchers, arriving belatedly, though there was no longer anything for them to do.

At this moment, even the prodigies of the Omega Sequence, enveloped by starlight descending from the heavens, felt the icy killing intent of the cosmic abyss. Even their spirituality froze, unable to function, as though it had been sealed in frost.

Combat onboard the Bren Hill ceased abruptly.

Because they were horrified to realize that their spirituality had gone awry, rendering them incapable of battle.

The inhabitants of the Dark World, awestruck by such terrifying power, felt an overwhelming reverence rise within.

This was the world-ending force left behind by the Red King!

Trembling, terrified, and helpless.

It was as though the end of humanity had come.

At this moment, Taihua stepped out of the car, hands behind his back, softly marveling, "Was this truly necessary?"

On the raging sea, Netherworld's black hair danced wildly, suspended in midair. Gazing upward, he erupted into laughter: "It's here. This is the King's most prized creation—is the apocalypse upon us?"

Jing Ci held his black tachi, looking toward the heavens with a calm expression.

As if he had anticipated all of this.

In the boundless darkness, a golden silhouette appeared, towering and imposing.

The Golden King.

Countless strands of silvery radiance coalesced in the black void, outlining a cold, lofty figure.

The Silver King.

At this moment, high-level Ascenders from across the world all focused their attention on Peak City simultaneously.

They all knew what was happening.

The King of Qing had openly violated the ancient covenant.

The Judgement Court under Rhein's guidance had already activated a star-filled sea of killing intent.

If the King of Qing were to perish, humanity's end would come sooner.

Because no matter right or wrong, the stability of reality was sustained by the King of Qing alone.

If he were to die, the Ancient Gods might attempt to awaken their slumbering Supreme.

Starlight surged like a tide, consuming all.

At the universe's extremes, countless meteors rubbed against the darkness, combusting in searing silence.

Falling!

This moment felt beyond time, frozen.

Because a colossal green Qilin ascended to the skies, its ethereal body expanding limitlessly in the darkness. If anyone observed from outer space, they would be overwhelmed with soul-crushing terror and sheer dread!

For such an immense Qilin seemed to occupy half of Earth!

Boom!

Heaven and earth trembled; the star-filled killing intent no longer descended.

It was held aloft by this titanic Qilin!

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At that instant, the detached voice of the King of Qing echoed in the ears of every high-level Ascender worldwide.

"Two hundred years have passed. I believe this world has forgotten one thing."

A towering vision shone brilliantly in the darkness, speaking indifferently: "The reason Heaven's Punishment could bind me in the past was that I bore the killing intent of these boundless stars for this world. I could have stood by and watched you fools perish, saw this decayed world be consumed in flames, but I didn't."

The massive green Qilin roared across the globe, pushing back against the tyrannical stars.

Step by step, it tread upon the void of the cosmos, carrying the might of the world.

"I did this not for the ignorant fools like you but to guard this world and wait for my student to be born... to ask him whether he is willing to walk this path in my stead."

His voice rumbled like thunder, as though an Ancient Supreme had awakened from its slumber—majestic and powerful, echoing through time: "In the next two years, I will no longer remain silent. The Sun is eternally the Sun, even if consumed by darkness or obscured by clouds. But if you reach the apex of the universe, you will find..."

"––The Sun always exists."

He coldly declared: "You cannot see it due to your insignificance, not its lack of brilliance."

This was a warning.

And a proclamation.

Boom.

The universe is devoid of sound.

Yet in this moment, it felt like a devastating noise emerged from the depths of the cosmos.

"In the end… Heaven's Punishment is nothing more than this."

Such unimaginable horror.

Heaven's Punishment, humanity's deadliest weapon in history.

A masterpiece of the Red King's life's wisdom.

But now, it had been neutralized by the King of Qing.

After a two-hundred-year struggle, the King of Qing had triumphed once again.

In front of the entire world, a total victory.

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Magic City, Ether Association Headquarters.

The lofty Deep Space Headquarters seemed swallowed by the clouds above; the brightly-lit city below had lost all light, enveloped in darkness. On the rooftop, a lone young man stood.

Exalted, solitary.

All the city's splendor ceased in this moment, replaced by the abyss.

Silent and still, intensely dreadful.

In the distance above, the towering green Qilin gazed downward.

Its eyes were majestic and cold.

Like Divine.

If an ordinary person faced such a terrifying sight, they'd likely be scared out of their wits, rendered utterly senseless.

But the young man in a white suit only stared ahead. His black hair swayed in the wind, his lean, solitary figure seemingly on the verge of being swept away but instead steady as a mountain.

His eyes were double pupils, extraordinary and imperial.

"Senior Huai."

The youth in the white suit asked expressionlessly, "Back then, my father once posed this question to you. Do you consider yourself more human now, or more Ancient God?"

The green Qilin replied indifferently: "Rhein, this question has no significance in asking me."

The youth in the white suit was none other than the Vice President of the Ether Association.

The designated successor to the role of President.

––Rhein.

"Why?"

Rhein's expression was calm but heavy, asking.

"Because in the future, there will be two others far more deserving of this question than I."

Huai Yin looked down from above: "Not me."

Rhein fell silent, his golden dual pupils revealing no emotion.

"I usually disdain meddling in the squabbles of petty generations, but tonight I've reconsidered. Heaven's Punishment means little to me; Red's brilliance was never that extraordinary, after all."

Huai Yin said lightly: "I have no stake in Gu Ci'an's affairs. However, his son will become my student and undoubtedly follow my path. The Forbidden Path will reawaken. He will execute the Order of the Hidden's investigations, and whoever is found… will meet their death. If you have objections––then keep them to yourself."

"The question of whether this world will meet its end at the hands of the Ancient God Clan depends on one premise: whether the civilization created by Ascenders will perish first—at my hand."

He sneered: "––Don't be impatient. It's just two years; endure it."

Rhein remained silent for a moment: "Li Qingsong, Tianzhou, Xingye—they must live."

The Qilin lowered its gaze, golden pupils flickering with a taunting glint.

"Hah."

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