The Ancient Gods' Whisper

If this isn't Supreme Level.

Then that Lord in the Qilin Immortal Palace, how terrifying must he have been at his peak.

Gu Jianlin felt a stir in his heart: "Teacher, do you know the Ancient Divine Language?"

The wheelchair turned, and Huai Yin raised an eyebrow: "If I knew the Ancient Divine Language, would I have to bow before Him?"

He raised his hand, pointing to the painting on the wall titled "Jiuyin": "This is the biggest regret. Even though I've reached this point on the Evolution Path, I still can't master the Ancient Divine Language. We are merely humans wielding Ancient God Power — humans, not Ancient Gods. We use Breathing Techniques and Forbidden Spells, but not the Ancient Divine Language."

"Similarly, the Supremes possess the Ancient God's Wedge, but we lack it. We don't have sufficiently long lifespans, nor do we have the Undying Body. After all, the Ancient Supremes were born by devouring the life forms of an entire planet."

He looked at the boy with a subtle smile and asked, "What's this? Don't tell me you know?"

Gu Jianlin remained silent for a moment before shaking his head: "No, no."

"I would hope you did."

Huai Yin turned his gaze toward the girl beside him, his eyes unexpectedly carrying a hint of nostalgia and emotion as he asked, "The young lady seems quite talented. Did Gu Ci'an teach you this Evolution Path, or was it your biological mother?"

Gu Jianlin was taken aback.

Su Youzhu's charming face remained expressionless: "My teacher taught me. I have nothing to do with that woman."

Huai Yin took a deep look at her and sighed: "You do look remarkably alike."

Boom!

A scarlet lightning bolt pierced through heaven and earth.

Time and space shattered like a mirror as Jing Ci emerged from the flickering blood-red light. His suit was in tatters, his shirt stained with fresh blood, though there were no visible wounds. His expression was tranquil to the extreme.

His seemingly gentle face carried an overwhelming, surging murderous aura.

"How was it?"

Huai Yin asked lightly.

"Quite good, very relaxing."

Jing Ci's face broke into a slight smile as he turned to look at the teenager and girl in the shop, smiling again.

"Looks like everything went smoothly today."

"Indeed, it went quite smoothly."

Huai Yin sat in the wheelchair, his expression tinged with loneliness: "Though I always believed he would show up today. After all, I've never really believed he died. But if he were still alive, he would definitely appear tonight."

He sighed: "So lonely."

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A black Maserati drove through the bustling urban streets.

The driver and the old servant in the front seats didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

Because the car carried a true deity.

Just her mere presence was enough to make cold sweat bead down their foreheads. Being able to maintain composure was already quite commendable.

Taihua held a cup of chilled tea in her hand, her gaze fixed on the brightly lit lighthouse by the sea, her expression both commanding and indifferent.

Seated on the leather chair, she exuded an elegance and majesty as if she were perched on a throne. The corner of her eye bore a vivid crimson, as rich as blood. She spoke in a detached tone: "That student accompanying Huai Yin made quite the commotion today. Are you satisfied?"

Facing none other than the President, Tang Ling paid little heed, instead focusing on grooming her white hair in front of the makeup mirror. She retrieved lipstick from her cosmetic bag and applied it to her lips, replying nonchalantly: "Of course. This is exactly what I've always wanted to do; it's far more interesting than cultivating in the Sword Tomb."

Taihua commented calmly: "I did command you to stay away from that child."

Tang Ling adjusted her shirt, covering her rounded shoulders and black straps, and replied: "Every parent warns their children against falling in love early, but no one ever listens to that nonsense. You probably weren't an exception when you were young."

Anyone daring to address the President like that would normally have grass growing six feet deep over their grave.

Yet Taihua was unbothered, merely casting her a glance and sneering: "What's this? You fancy him? The most powerful Catastrophe's student? Mastering the Breathing Technique in ten seconds, learning the Qilin Forbidden Curse in two days, and ascending to the Third Rank in a month? If anyone in this world matches you, it's him alone."

Tang Ling paused for a long time upon hearing these records.

After a moment, she seriously asked, "What's this? You approve?"

Taihua's eyes flashed with a hint of frost: "You really do like him?"

Tang Ling propped her chin with her hand, pondering: "Like might be too strong, but I certainly don't dislike him. He's an exceptionally trustworthy teammate. Being around him gives me a sense of security and excitement."

Taihua scoffed: "I reckon you think that once you're in his bed, you'll be useless to me in refining silver."

Tang Ling fell silent.

That was true.

Extreme Thunder wasn't just an ordinary growth-type Mythical Weapon; it held other secrets.

It also required virgin blood to unleash its greatest potential.

As a result, even her great-grandfather couldn't fully inherit this sword.

"The more stringently disciplined the child, the more rebellious they become."

Taihua said coldly: "Someone you don't dislike? There aren't many of those in this world. By extrapolation, isn't it practically a foregone conclusion that he's the one? Lucky for you, that boy is naturally aloof; he likely won't fancy you at all."

Tang Ling furrowed her brow: "Hmm?"

She straightened her back slightly, a little dissatisfied.

After all, she was a proud girl.

With this appearance, this figure.

Why not?

"If you showed up in sleepwear at his bed in the middle of the night, there's a nine out of ten chance his first reaction would be to call the cops."

Taihua paused: "Interesting. The entire world knows you're my successor, yet now your mastery of the Evolution Path has been made public. If you reach the Demigod Domain, you'll inevitably become a Catastrophe. And Catastrophes aren't allowed to hold power — that's a rule I established myself. Huai Yin, oh Huai Yin, what cunning calculations."