Chapter 1150: Chapter 537: Vermilion Bird Venerate, Gu Ci’an
In the Buddhist temple at the back of the Central Spirit Core Institute, Ying Changsheng stood bewilderedly in the sunlight after the storm, the battlefield that was once a hair’s breadth from death had suddenly fallen silent.
The enemies and allies had all disappeared.
"What is going on?"
He stood in place, dumbfounded, as the ground suddenly trembled violently. Thick golden roots surged from the earth as if they spanned the entire world, carrying the intense aura of the Candle Light Law.
"I don’t know, the Master and Mistress were just here a mont ago."
Tianji rasped, "The Gold and Silver are gone too."
Of course, the Red King was also gone.
Night Blade and Tianshu were significant figures and naturally understood the core issue because those who disappeared were Adapted who had mastered the Third Law; they likely went to another world.
Because just now, they all sensed the manifestation of the Heavenly Person’s Wedge.
Though it was just a fleeting mont, the fierce aura quickly dissipated.
"What is that?"
Ying Changsheng stared ahead in awe, his pupils contracting.
It was an ancient throne adorned with complex and incomprehensible crimson patterns. Its size was colossal, seemingly crafted for giants, and clearly not a human creation.
Despite its antiquity, it had a futuristic technological feel that was utterly bewildering.
"This is an artifact from the Third Law, capable of altering the spiritual genes of the Adapted. It’s through this thod that Gold and Silver mastered the Third Law. The Master left this behind." Tianji realized at the first sight of the artifact and explained in a deep voice.
Obviously, before Gu Jianlin disappeared, he sensed the anomaly.
He hurriedly left this behind.
Ying Changsheng pondered for a mont, "Why did Zero leave this object?"
A violent roar erupted as a helicopter landed in the shattered courtyard.
The cabin door opened, and a group of Dusk mbers hurried down. Jiang Mingyan, carrying a heavy weapon box, led the way, with an unconscious petite girl carried on his back.
The Saints led by Tianji suddenly beca vigilant.
"Don’t move."
Jiang Ziyue appeared like a ghost, speaking with a mischievous smile, "We’re on the sa side."
Su Youxia also erged from the dense forest, panting heavily, "That’s your Mistress."
Only then did the Saints realize the identity of the unconscious petite girl!
Thunder is the Mistress, and Moon Princess is also the Mistress.
Thus, this woman from Jiang Family in Dusk was soone not to be offended lightly.
Jiang Mingyan, with a cold deanor, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the ancient throne in the Zen Temple: "If I’m not mistaken, they’re all gone, right?"
Ying Changsheng gave a slight nod.
"Then hurry, my daughter must master the Third Law as soon as possible."
Jiang Mingyan said coldly, "This is the order from Qing and Chi. Once the Heavenly Person’s Wedge manifests, we must let my daughter master the Third Law and enter that world!"
In her unconscious state, Su Youzhu vaguely murmured, seemingly fearing sothing.
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In a desolate world, Gu Jianlin raised his hand to shield himself from the scorching sunlight above. Long before the intense dinsional shifts began, he knew there was no ti, hastily retracting the Shadow before appearing here in his full state, on what was once the Ancestor Star of the Ancient God Clan.
He panted heavily, his body covered in ghastly sword marks.
For this planet was dead and devoid of life to absorb for healing.
He half-knelt on the ground, painfully coughing up blood.
Soone handed him a bottle of Life dicine Liquid, her red hair fluttering in the wind.
Tang Ling was in the best condition currently. Although she could no longer keep up with battles at this level, she was well-versed in the swordsmanship of her teacher and senior and was an excellent tactical commander.
"What a sha, just a bit short."
Jiang Yanli sat heavily on the ground, a broken Tang Blade slanted beside him, drenched in blood.
He missed by just a bit, or he could have severed the heads of two juniors.
Who could have foreseen the world turning upside down in that instant?
Ultimately, the opportunity was lost.
"I told you, it’s already too late."
The Golden King, having lost an arm, no longer held a sword in his right hand but clutched the gaping wound instead. His blood-stained face was devoid of expression: "Everything is predestined."
The Silver King sat kneeling in the vast yellow sand, eyes filled with pity.
"Everything has been revealed."
Jiang Yanli spat on the ground and gazed skyward: "It’s still not possible."
At that mont, Tang Ling suddenly realized sothing.
The King of Qing was engaged in battle with Vermilion Bird Venerate.
And in this dead world she had once reached, there was no vitality.
Gu Jianlin also realized this, suddenly lifting his head to gaze at the sky!
A monuntal dread exploded in his mind.
In the distance, Gangrenboqi Peak seed to stand at the end of the Ancestor Star, under the towering Golden Tree was a prestigious bird that blotted out the sky and sun, yet the black Qilin was dissipating in the wind.
Vermilion Bird Venerate hovered in mid-air with his hands behind his back, a hand pierced through his chest, causing noble golden blood to flow onto the ground, igniting like flas.
Thunder faintly rumbled, Huai Yin’s right hand sinking into His chest, nearly tearing out His heart.
Unfortunately, this king felt his body as heavy as lead, the once world-ending power vanished without a trace, as if his soul had been extracted in an instant, leaving only an aged shell, the thing called death intent now spreading within.
The exuberant youthful visage had aged once more, his body crumbling inch by inch like burnt charcoal, the ashes scattering in the wind, vanishing into the Void.
He knew, his ti had co.
"What a pity."
Huai Yin said softly.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate’s mask of the Vermilion Bird appeared with countless cracks, and golden blood seeped from the corners of His lips, yet His voice remained calm: "But you have won."
This was recognition from the Supre.
Huai Yin had won.
Why did he win? Because Huai Yin managed to severely wound Him at the brink of death.
If only Huai Yin had more ti, he could attempt to banish Him once more.
But alas, there was no if.
After the appearance of the Heavenly Person’s Wedge, they were all drawn into the Ancestor Star’s world.
In this world devoid of life, Huai Yin could no longer extract the Life Force from the planet.
Yes, the reason Huai Yin has been so powerful before is because he was devouring the Life Force of this planet with supre might, only then could he continuously suppress the Ancient Supre.
But on the Ancestor Star, there isn’t so much Life Force for him to squander.
So his ti has co.
"Remarkable."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate finally reached out, as if to help him close his eyes: "Go on."
The Ancient Supre sees him off.
No regrets for having co.
The Qilin Wedge floating above his head fell powerlessly, the sword edge humd unwillingly.
Huai Yin looked down at this desolate planet, his pupils illuminated by the glorious Candle Light Divine Tree, he seed to hear the wind from afar, a touch of loneliness appeared on his face.
"Sorry, child, the rest of the journey... you have to walk it yourself."
His eyelids slowly lowered, darkness descended overwhelming everything.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate’s hand also landed in front of him.
No!
No, no, no, no, no!
Gu Jianlin couldn’t utter any sound, but his soul seed to scream madly, he didn’t know if his teacher could be revived in the future, after all, the cost of forcibly rging the Third Law with a supre position is unknown, once dead, it might be a final farewell forever.
At this mont, despair and anger filled his mind.
Past mories flashed back in his mind.
The old man who waited for him on the way ho from school many years ago.
The old man who silently accompanied him at the delivery station at his doorstep for many years.
The old man willing to trade with the Ancient Supre for him.
The figure sitting in a wheelchair, pretending to be furious and scolding.
And the gentle gaze always watching over him from behind.
Rage ignited.
Burning away all reason!
"Stop him."
Jiang Yanli suddenly said.
Tang Ling just wanted to grab the boy beside her when she heard the roar of the Qilin.
Where was the boy anymore?
The Qilin Wedge falling to the ground had already pierced through his heart, and in its most primitive and furious mythical state, he soared into the sky, the burning Ghost Fire converging into a mighty body, golden eyes shining in the desolate world, reflecting the enraged young Supre!
Not just that.
And the Dragon Roar piercing through heaven and earth!
A blood-red Ancient Dragon struck towards the sky like lightning, space and ti shattered with a roar!
Even Gold and Silver dared not stop at this mont.
As if afraid of being incinerated by the monstrous rage!
The right hand of the Vermilion Bird Venerate stopped in mid-air, suddenly sensing an unprecedented intense killing intent, turning around just in ti to see a streak of blood-red lightning charging towards them, accompanied by the furious roar of the Black Qilin, as if to crush them to pieces!
They raised their hand, vermilion flas igniting, like a sea of fire!
But this was Gu Jianlin’s peak strike.
Whether it was Candle Dragon or Qilin, they had exhausted all the life-learned secrets.
Even if you are the Vermilion Bird Venerate, you have to pay the price!
A loud boom!
The Vermilion Bird Venerate was slamd into their Divine Seat, of course, a god would not groan, yet the sound of breaking echoed throughout the world, like the most exquisite porcelain in the world shattering to pieces.
The Original State of Qilin and Candle Dragon dispersed.
Gu Jianlin held the Qilin Wedge, suspended in mid-air, behind him was the domineering shadow.
His golden eyes filled with angry and ferocious bloodstains, raging fire of fury burning freely.
However, at this mont, the fire of rage suddenly extinguished.
The roaring sound at his ears faded away as if isolated to another world.
The sound of the wind also disappeared.
He couldn’t hear the voices calling from behind either.
Unprecedented emptiness appeared in his pupils.
He even couldn’t believe his own eyes.
Because the mask of the Vermilion Bird Venerate was shattered, this high and mighty god sitting on their noble Divine Seat, calmly wiped away the blood that flowed down their face, and looked up.
That was a face both familiar and unfamiliar.
Once belonging to Gu Jianlin’s dearest relative on earth.
Even though Gu Jianlin was filled with towering wrath, Supre’s anger didn’t know where to land because he had the power of a god yet held a human heart, at this mont he was overwheld by unprecedented solitude and emptiness, of course, there was also the sea tide-like encompassing grief.
He had gone through so many joys and sorrows.
Gone through so many life and deaths.
On this tumultuous journey, he finally t the person he most wanted to see.
Unfortunately, it was in such a manner.
He felt his heart shatter along with that mask, sorrow and pain flowing like blood, so overwhelming it almost incapacitated him.
At this mont, he finally understood the well-intentioned thoughts of the President.
Also understood why his teacher fought to stay at Gangrenboqi Peak.
Everything they did was to prevent him from stepping into this outco.
But in the end, still, he ca.
Father and son finally reunited.
With one last sentence, the Vermilion Bird Venerate trampled on his fragnted heart.
"Long ti no see, my child."
They rose from their Divine Seat, indifferently overlooking this world.
They were known as the Vermilion Bird, the oldest existence in the world.
They were a god, they were Supre, they were the final victor.
They were... Gu Ci’an.
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