The Ancient Gods' Whisper

Inside the black Maserati, a voice cold with authority echoed.

The old servant immediately got out of the car, respectfully opened the door, and gestured invitingly.

Tang Ling didn't even spare him a glance, indifferently settling into the rear seat.

Bang—the door shut with a heavy sound.

In the dark, the projected faces of the Saints looked extremely grim.

Nie Feng and Wang Taisheng, the administrative officials, suddenly felt like nothing more than Jokers.

Because the President had shown no intention of holding anyone accountable!

All eyes turned to the blood-soaked young man, and the nearly unconscious Councilman he dragged along with him.

No one knew what to do next.

Tang Ling being protected didn't come as a tremendous surprise.

But when people looked at the bloodied young man under the lights, their expressions became profoundly complex.

This was no longer the Black Cloud City of old.

Gu Jianlin was no longer the boy who had once stood alone.

Behind him stood a Catastrophe.

The strongest Catastrophe.

The King of Qing.

"Why so shocked?"

Gu Jianlin smiled faintly, a feeling of release in his voice: "It's not like this is my first time doing something like this."

With those words, he dragged the half-dead Councilman into the darkness.

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The dim road was illuminated by pale light, and by the coastline stood an elderly man in a wheelchair.

"I'm back."

Gu Jianlin casually tossed the half-dead Councilman forward. "Do you think he has what it takes to grasp the Evolution Path?"

The King of Qing was someone willing to bear Heaven's Punishment for the sake of the Human World.

He could have chosen to stand idly by, yet carried the unbearable weight of others nonetheless.

How could someone like him ever be guilty of reckless slaughter?

Gu Jianlin knew this deep in his heart.

From beginning to end, those killed by the King of Qing had always been nothing more than the parasites within The Order of the Hidden—hardly innocent lives.

Such a proud King wouldn't even bother to defend himself.

No matter how many pointed fingers accused him.

No matter how countless voices cursed his name.

No matter… how utterly abandoned he became.

Gu Jianlin's profile had already outlined the old man's emotions.

Struggle, sorrow, heartbreak, silent grief.

Disillusionment.

Like the smoldering remnants of a burned-out ember, faint warmth lingered.

But what he utterly lacked was cold-bloodedness or madness.

Gu Jianlin couldn't sense a shred of it.

The King of Qing's questions had never needed contemplation.

Because there was no need to consider them.

The answer was singular.

And it would remain singular.

From the wheelchair, Huai Yin smirked. "Don't know—why don't I give it a try?"

"It's an Order member, so do whatever pleases you."

Gu Jianlin stepped behind him, tentatively placing his hand on the wheelchair's backrest. "Whatever the reason, these past two centuries have been insult enough for you. The guilty one has never been the beam of light piercing the darkness, but the darkness itself. Even if black and white can be reversed, the Sun still endures."

He paused for a moment. "You were right, Teacher."

For the first time, he attempted to push the wheelchair.

For teacher and pupil, this action carried profound meaning.

Suddenly, Huai Yin burst into hearty laughter, his voice mingling with the sea breeze, resonating across heaven and earth.

Gu Jianlin pushed the wheelchair forward, silently moving ahead.

Through the silence.

Through the darkness.

Past the whispering wind.

Into the murmur of waves.

At the entrance of the West Port Forbidden Zone, the black Maserati stood silently alongside the highway.

The geniuses of Omega, the nano warriors of the Dawn Combat Sequence.

Elite investigators from across the globe, as well as their team captains.

Even department heads, staring for extended periods through the cameras.

The Saints reflecting in the projector of the Judgement Court, their expressions boiling with fury.

Inside the helicopter cabin, members of the Night Watchers gazed with complex emotions at the scene unfolding.

Unknown numbers of high-level Ascenders worldwide used secretive methods to watch it all.

Even two Catastrophes hung in the skies above, observing silently.

The black-haired young man pushed the wheelchair into their view.

Huai Yin sat upon it, his smile brimming with the exhilaration of release, and his laughter spanned the universe.

"From today onward, I have gained another student."

He spoke seriously.

This, perhaps, was the weakest moment of the past two centuries for him.

He knew it well.

Many pondered whether to seize the opportunity and kill him.

Yet he lacked any trace of apprehension.

Because someone was pushing his wheelchair.

And for him, this was enough.

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