The Ancient Gods Chapter 1097 - 510: Wuxiang World, Returns! (Part 3)

Chapter 1097: Chapter 510: Wuxiang World, Returns! (Part 3)

Xia Zhi instinctively stood up, nervously saying, "What should we do now?"

"I have sothing to attend to. You stay here and watch over him."

Ying Changsheng glanced at her: "Don’t let anyone disturb Gu... my brother."

Xia Zhi was taken aback, pointing at herself: "? Rely on a novice like ?"

For soone like her, a clear side character, it’s impressive enough that she’s not the first to bite the dust.

How could she possibly protect soone else?

"Yes, because he trusts you."

Ying Changsheng handed her an umbrella, turned around, and left: "Don’t let him down."

After speaking, he disappeared into the stormy temple.

Lightning split the sky, and Xia Zhi couldn’t help but shiver, yet she still opened the umbrella, shielding the young man beside her from the wind and rain, muttering: "Hey, what exactly are you doing?"

Gu Jianlin did not answer her question.

From beginning to end, he stared at the stone tablet in front of him, the golden inscriptions seemingly undergoing a supernatural change in the night, forming an ancient Buddhist scripture. He murmured softly: "In the Buddha’s land, grow five-colored stalks, a flower, a world, a leaf, a Tathagata. Like a lotus not touching water, also like the sun and moon not dwelling in the void. All past evil deeds, caused by the beginningless greed, hatred, and ignorance, arising from body, speech, and intention, I now repent for all..."

As he read the scripture, his hands ford a strange mudra in front of his chest.

Nine ancient mudras, intertwined and changing.

His movents were not standard, even stiff.

Such simple actions, yet his fingers seed disobedient, trembling violently.

He grew increasingly anxious, as if he saw a glimr of golden light in the darkness.

In the void, it seed as if there was a woman of profound aura sitting cross-legged opposite him.

"Don’t rush, be patient."

The woman’s voice resounded like a hallucination.

Teaching him bit by bit, how to accurately form those mudras.

Gu Jianlin’s breathing gradually steadied, as if he was a monk in ditation, the handprints becoming more proficient.

Xia Zhi thought he was engrossed in a trance, looked down, and saw a storm of anger and sadness in his empty eyes, an overwhelming emotion that left her stunned for a mont.

"So you are a person with a story, it must be hard for you."

She took out a tissue to wipe his face, comforting: "Don’t be sad, I’m here with you, aren’t I? Speaking of which, you actually have a girlfriend, where did she go? Why isn’t she by your side?"

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In the silent tomb, Gu Jianlin indeed found himself in a bitter struggle.

He drew his knife swiftly, the ghost knife surrounded by blood Qi stirring a howling frenzy in the darkness, instantly tearing through the oncoming Elental Turbulence, yet still being jolted back by the violent aftershock, crawling in the ruins.

When the roar of hail and the fiery tornado attacked together, he bounced repeatedly in the narrow passage like a teor streaking through the sky, the blade slicing the ice shards and fire serpents apart at the waist, the speed so fast that the trajectory was distorted, never able to stop for a mont, a slight misstep would lead to severe injury.

With a thunderous crash, ti and space collapsed, swallowing all elents.

Dust mixed with the storm once again, but was dispersed by the dragon-like Soul Blade Sound.

He landed crouched, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and reversed the knife into the ground, blood-red steam emanating from his body.

That was the gas of blood and sweat evaporating.

All around were ferocious ghost shadows, the horrendous ghost faces spewing violent Elental Turbulence, the surging spiritual thoughts constructing a force field that to so extent prevented high-speed movent within, like a prison.

This was the Forbidden Spell cast by the Ghost Car Ancestor, capable of producing nine phantoms from one.

"How much spirituality do you have left... or can you continue to support the consumption of Evolution Theory?"

In the darkness, a whispering voice echoed, a bizarre smile on the beautiful face of the Ghost Car.

"I don’t know what you’re waiting for, but the result of waiting will only be my victory."

His voice was calm, as if he had just done so aerobic exercise: "Once, soone like you ca to challenge a God arrogantly, only to lose in the end. Even with the gift of the Supre, what does it matter? You have only a short seventeen-year life, incapable of comprehending that supre, great power."

Gu Jianlin frowned slightly, suddenly having a strange premonition.

The Ghost Car was not referring to his father.

"Is that so?"

He said softly, "Are Gods really that impressive?"

In the terrifying eyes of the Ghost Car Ancestor, his pale face was reflected.

"What should be revered, you still have to revere."

Gu Jianlin extended his hands, his index fingers and thumbs interlocking, forming a gesture like taking a photo.

In that mont, what appeared in his mind was the storm-tossed Buzhou Mountain, the broken Heavenly Pillar coiled with a blood-red Ancient Dragon, an incredibly stunning girl holding a red umbrella, indescribably enchanting.

Whether it was Skylark or Candle Dragon, it didn’t matter to him.

Click.

"Final Solution—"

He said softly, "Wuxiang World."