Chapter 1113: Chapter 517: The Origin of the Qilin Mask (Part 2)
Gu Jianlin vaguely understood sothing. In the world’s view, the conflict between humans and the Ancient God Clan stems from racial differences. If one day, the Ancient Supre descends upon this world in human form and generously shares ancient secrets and the truths of the universe, then what reason would there be for war to continue?
This is akin to what the Bai Ze Clan does, though their ability is quite limited.
Once the Vermilion Bird Venerate has fully mastered the Candle Light Divine Tree, all problems on this planet can be resolved.
It seems so wonderful: humans living in harmony with gods, the eternal True God descends, creating a true utopia.
No more war.
No more gunfire.
No more conspiracies.
"Is the cost just a bit of insignificant pride and freedom?"
Gu Jianlin’s eyes were cold as he spoke softly: "Humans kneel before gods, begging for divine gifts. Betraying the beliefs of their predecessors for evolution and survival, they abandoned a life of happiness, discarded parents, spouses, and children, and paid with blood, sweat, and even life—not for us to kneel to others."
Taiqing gazed into his eyes, speaking word by word: "Even if our world would beco better?"
Gu Jianlin thought of the massacre caused by the Ghost Car Ancestor and the deeds of The Order of the Hidden.
"Let’s set aside my grudges with them. They can’t be trusted based solely on their actions."
He said coldly: "So, you’re a surrender advocate."
The Qilin Wedge roared silently, aid at the old man’s head.
Taiqing felt no fear but instead said calmly: "Actually, before I t you, I always thought you should be the one most receptive to the Vermilion Bird Clan’s descent. But I didn’t expect you to be so arrogant. No wonder they chose you back then, believing you can walk this path."
Gu Jianlin squinted his eyes, casting him a deep look: "What did you say?"
Taiqing smiled slightly: "That’s what Taihua found out."
Gu Jianlin’s hand holding the Qilin Wedge trembled as if struck by lightning.
"My wife has never pampered anyone this much in her life. Even when she was tornted by curses at her most painful monts, she still managed to investigate your matters. These were secrets she should have taken to her grave, but she unfortunately confessed at my tomb. Of course, considering the current developnts, you will no doubt co to know eventually."
Taiqing coaxed: "Have you ever received a mysterious mask?"
Gu Jianlin’s eyes finally showed a change, long-lost mories floated up like bubbles.
Yes, that mysterious mask.
And the eerie postal station, the inexplicably vanished Lao Zhang.
"After you wore that mysterious mask, you gained the power of the Qilin Venerable."
Taiqing deliberately ntioned: "That was only the beginning."
Gu Jianlin had seen a projection of the Destiny Mud Tablet and witnessed the process by which the Qilin Venerable created the Ink Jade Mask, along with the mysterious man who disregarded the seal to penetrate the deepest part of the tomb.
This was clearly preditated.
"The Skylark was created, and actually, so were you."
Taiqing mocked: "Initially, your purpose was to compete for the Candle Light Divine Tree. No, more precisely, it was to deal with the Vermilion Bird Venerate. Now you hold a position equal to theirs, with the Colorless Jade in your hand. It’s the only thing that could possibly pose a threat to them. Including the Candle Light Divine Tree of the Qilin Immortal Palace, which they have already tampered with, sooner or later it will be taken... Of course, the location of the Candle Light Divine Tree’s body is not important. What’s important is, who is truly able to wield the authority!"
"If you have any doubts left, why not venture into the deepest part of the Qilin Immortal Palace for a look? Now that you’ve attained the Holy Land Level, you possess the ability to see through past and future."
He laughed: "Just like your so-called profile!"
Boom.
A cluster of vermilion flas ignited, engulfing Taiqing’s hunched body completely.
He did not wail.
Nor did he shake or convulse violently.
He just calmly accepted the dissipation of consciousness.
Gu Jianlin always had an illusion that so words weren’t what this old man truly wanted to say.
But soone was using his body to converse with himself.
Taiqing self-immolated, yet the candles in the Buddhist temple were snuffed out by the wind. The Buddha statue at the highest place turned rusty, and the laughing voices in the Zen Temple gradually faded, all supporting the dream were collapsing.
Gu Jianlin silently watched this scene, unsure whether he should feel pitiful or hateful.
Indeed, the old man before him was one of the sources of all tragedy, certainly mad beyond cure, nearly obsessed with choosing the most cruel path at the crossroads of human history. But even if he hadn’t fallen, soone else would replace him and make identical choices.
No one knows where the root of the disaster lies.
Right or wrong, victories and defeats, can only be judged by future generations.
"Do it then."
In the vermilion flas, the old man’s voice was hoarse: "Since Tang Ling is not here, you should clean the house on her behalf, if you’re confident you’re right."
Gu Jianlin raised the Qilin Wedge, the blade slightly trembling: "Any last words?"
Taiqing was silent for a mont.
"I’ll speak to her when I see her."
The old man looked toward the Buddha light outside the temple, watching the children frolic as their silhouettes faded into the distance, montarily returning to the war-torn era four hundred years ago, revisiting the peace and joy he had forgotten.
Like a long, distant dream.
Now the dream was waking.
And he must take leave.
Crack!
Gu Jianlin chopped down the blade without hesitation, the old man’s head flying high.
The silent Buddhist temple finally collapsed, the huge Buddha statue crumbled, and wax spilled all over the floor.
Taiqing’s body turned completely to ashes, the burning ashes extinguished and cooled.
Just like his obsession and madness.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.
Gu Jianlin turned around, the Qilin Wedge trembled slightly, the dinsions of ti and space shattered before him.
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With the collapse of space-ti, Gu Jianlin returned to the dark tomb he hadn’t visited in a while.
Ordinarily, after the Forbidden Zone constructed by Taiqing’s subconsciousness collapsed, he should have been transported to the corresponding location in reality, but at the last mont he communicated with the Qilin Wedge, returning to the world that belonged to him.
He sat in the golden sarcophagus, the chains that once bound him fracturing inch by inch, the pale mummy cloth turning to ash, the vast Ancient God’s Breath surged in the void, yet he could still maintain a human form at will.
Chains resembling dragon vertebrae crumbled into dust, accompanied by a faint Dragon Roar.
Every ti he advanced a rank, a chain here would break.
Now having advanced to the Holy Land Level, the seal that once drove him to despair could no longer confine him.
The connection with the Qilin Immortal Palace grew tighter, ancient and bizarre forbidden knowledge flooded his mind, he now knew precisely which alchemy matrix to use to control the world, able to clearly distinguish those ancient relics as they appeared thousands of years ago, even sensing traces from when the Candle Dragon and Qilin Clan went to war.
Snap.
A crisp finger snap.
The tomb’s doors swung open, sunlight poured in.
Grandmaster once said, the Ancient God Clan are a race of destiny.
The Ancient Supre holds the authority to see through destiny.
And his ancestor finally answered his doubts, what his profile truly was.
"The ability to perceive destiny?"
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, feeling the traces left in this tomb, his mind boiling.
In a daze, he heard a voice.
"Two thousand years without seeing sunlight, Venerable?"
Soone softly spoke: "Terrifying indeed, even being suppressed for over two thousand years, your power remains so strong. If you hadn’t withdrawn your Spiritual Domain, no one would trespass this tomb. With this power, soon enough, you could even slay the first layer’s Kui Dragon Ancestor."
This person’s voice was so eerily elusive, gender indiscernible.
"Thankfully, you still retain your sanity."
He paused: "Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to enter either."
Gu Jianlin opened his eyes, standing in the sunlight was a familiar old man.
King of Qing, Huai Yin.
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